❀ (( our little cherry blossoms )) completed

[noal]

DRAMAAAA

o_o.....

intense jealousy sounds very interesting

[Asherwy]

mmm i like that too
-sweating-

[watermelon.]

sh I"m going to mark this so I can read it forever
I'll probably be up reading this tonight
then get myself stuck waiting

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OH MY GOD
Not only are they both adorable
but hoooooly crap the descriptions are so in-depth and flow so nicely
you totally forget there's barely any dialogue
its just
perfect
and creates such a beautiful image
ah
oh my god ok
I must stop before I hurt myself
its just
so great

[Asherwy]

-arrogantly swimming in compliments-
heheuahue
thank you sosoososossoosososo much guys
so. much.
i'm going to start six now
-marches away-

[lilou]

It' sbeen a monthhhhh

[Asherwy]

six. anxiety
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A peculiar concoction of sweat, deodorant and foul morning breath whirled seamlessly around me as I
charily waded against the throng of students who were rushing to the bus bay, ardent to return home
and ludicrously throw their precious minutes into the past. The youthful voices muddled with their hurried
footsteps, producing a distasteful orchestra of pandemonium. How vexing. Tuning out the unpalatable
clamour, I lengthened my strides and fervently escaped the nauseating battlefield of perspiring teens.
Even though I spent much of my time in people's company, I rather appreciated my solitary moments.
Especially now. Around this time, I would usually join my fellow comrades to make the short journey to
the food court, yet Edmund had informed me that he was planning to work on his overdue art piece after
school. With a tiresome sigh, I adjusted the straps of my backpack and dragged my enervated feet down
those audacious stairs and towards the fine arts building. Upon entering the complex, my eyes
mischievously wandered over to the metallic elevator doors that so temptingly seemed to beckon me into
their lair. Inescapably, I gave in and ventured past the gleaming, silver entry way and insouciantly pressed
the button for level six. Conventionally, this privilege was reserved only for the crippled and the teachers,
but us inconsiderate pupils took advantage of this installation anyway. Sauntering out of the elevator at
the sixth floor, I pushed open the door to one of the art rooms and found Edmund squatting vehemently
on a small birch stool, glaring at the canvas on his easel with severe intensity.

"This painting is inspired by you, Case."

Edmund's husky voice scuttled along the paint stained walls, leaping into my ears like apterous sprites
returning from a tedious pilgrimage. I was honoured, but his lethargic tone worried me slightly; however,
I knew he could devote another forty-eight hours to his art without fluctuating. Before I could attempt
to inquire about his wellbeing, Edmund raised his skeletal fingers in my direction and beckoned me over,
his unwavering gaze firmly locked on his painting. Sighing, I released my bags and let them fall to the
floor, ambling my way towards the dirty blonde lad while squinting at what was so carefully massaged
upon the canvas. It was a bird cage with a charcoal hue, tenderly caressed across the fabric. The cage
door was open. Edmund straightened his spine and swiftly allowed those eyes of his to graze my presence;
though it only lasted for a moment. His eyes were a glazed yet penetrating cerulean blue with steely
gunmetal flecks peppered around the pupil. Due to the vehemence of his stare, I didn't mind his lack of
eye-contact at all. Judging from his altered posture, I suspected that he was expecting a comment
regarding the painting.

"I think it needs a bird."

I mused absent-mindedly. There was no reply at first, I also hadn't realised the interesting silence that
lapsed after those six words I spoke. The reasoning for my choice, was the open cage door. It was as if
he was asking for someone to furnish the lack of adornment within him. To fulfil the very purpose of why
he was crafted. I continued my words without hesitation, my mind swimming through viridescent pine
forests and roasted chocolate tree trunks.

"A brown lark, with green eyes."

The edges of Edmund's thin lips heightened ever so slightly, an enigmatic grin deprived of teeth abruptly
appearing on his pale pallor as my enraptured orbs visualised the future of the image, animating the
painting in such a way that I saw the lark tentatively landing in front of the metal bars, peering inside
with wide, inquisitive eyes, perhaps discovering a possible home that would protect her from the dangers
of the vast world. A world brimming with overwhelming phenomenons. Knowing that she has a place to
return would bolster her anxieties, would comfort her. I, of course, was oblivious to Edmund's scintillating
curious gaze, who in fact had surmised his own thoughts concerning myself. I hadn't even heard him
mutter his theory in my ruminative daze.

"Looks like you've found your own bird to catch."

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[Asherwy]

...hi

[raey]

I love it <3333333
this is so perfect
so soft
and sweet
and gentle
and awww
like spring
- sits down silently and stares at part -


I love the word pandemonium....paaandemonium so cool

[Asherwy]

-sits down with nankins-
thanks squirt
-pats head-

pandemonium is so fun to say. it's like panties money um. yeh