love you for a while [!!]

[calliopë]

your style has officially become my aesthetic. i
absolutely love that these entries are short - but
there is so, so much inside them. you have such a
poetic way of writing. i love it so much.

[ruse]

highkey you are too good for me man ^^
it means so much you think of my writing as your aesthetic tho? i love aesthetics haha
i'll probably get another chapter up late today or tomorrow woo

[Asherwy]

oh gosh affinity you're making my story look bad
how dare you >:(
this is too cute and super creative of you, casi is 100% correct your style is so satisfying and it matches your coding so well!
keep it up fin ;3

[ruse]

!!! nah man if anything you're making my story look bad tbh?? your characters and writing is too good for this world ok
but thank you tho!! i'll keep it up if you keep it up with those cherry blossom kiddos (shameless advertising ensues)

[Asherwy]

who gave you the right to advertise my story? id like to see your permit ma'am.

If that's the case, I'll definitely keep going with cherry blossoms, until I finally FINISH IT
definitely keep it going fin, it has a lot of potential

[ruse]

─────────────────────── mission abort ! ───────
"new book?" he slips into his spot easily. it's strange, the boy thinks, that he calls it
his spot in his head now but never aloud. but he remembers that the quiet is usually
better. he thinks it's the people who leave you thinking when they speak and make s-
ilence not-as-breathtaking (as in, like the air trying to leave your lungs and the invi-
sible sound has its hands at the base of your neck) who are the ones to keep. she lifts
her gaze from the book, a small smile accompanying her small reply; he barely cat-
ches it, the glitter in her gaze and the tiny movement of her head. yes. "is it any go-
od?" he swears she rolls her eyes. he swears she smirks at him. he swears he heard h-
is heart crack (he swears this is where it begins). as if he'd doubt her book-picking s-
kills. mission abort, his mind shouts flabbergasted and he averts his own gaze and re-
places it on his book; he doesn't read, just thinks (suddenly, he doesn't know how to
read anymore).
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[ruse]

(my thread my rules o;)

ahh ok like when did i get such wonderful writer friends om ??
i want to see the ending as much as i want it to stay unfinished tbh hh
but thank you! i don't plan on stopping, especially since rn i have no idea for an endgame yet <':

[ruse]

─────────────────────── boy adjacent ! ───────
it's him again, and he's acting like he owns the place across hers, the place adjacent t-
o hers. sometimes she wishes he sat next to her; it'd be easier to spy him from the co-
rner of her eye (to catch sight of his blonde eyelashes hiding in sunlight, even breath
and lanky fingers marking pages with dog's ears). he asks her, new book? and she mak-
es a minuscule smile and a smaller inclination of her head indicating yes. he asks if it's
good and she gives him a look. the boy (ezra, she remembers), he seems panicked for
a moment and retreats to the original mission. they read in mute. the only sound is th-
e shuffle of pages skidding across skin on fingers and her heartbeat, drumming in her
ears.
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[Asherwy]

boii what have you been doing, leaving your flowers for words like this - untouched - this should be a crime

[ruse]

────────────────────── a game we play ! ───────
it started like this: he noticed every conversation somehow turns to the weather. "it's
nice out today," she commented. he asked, "do you want to sit outside?" and she answ-
ered yes, which led to him gathering her books and her gathering her skirts and them
going outside, on a double date with the sun and the wind. in their strange ways they
both talk animatedly while ezra reads and jocelyn watches. at some point his gaze m-
oves from his book to the girl, watching people pass by with this queer kind of curios-
ity in her eyes. and then, he looks at them and catches on details of them: the little
boy running with band aids on his bruised knees, the woman wearing the sharp suit a-
nd the sharp walk. he says a name out of habit and she's spooked, by his voice coming
out of the blue. he laughs and uses his hands to talk. "what's wrong? oh i'm sorry, i did-
n't mean-" he stutters but she interrupts. she says to repeat the name again, please.
he does. she makes up a story for the person that's long been out of their eyesight. he
smiles at it because she's actually really into this. they continue the game until the s-
un gathers their skirts and the wind their things. jocelyn smiles when they all part wa-
ys. ezra remembers it.
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