↠ｓ ｉ ｍ ｏ ｎ . ｇ ｒ ｅ ｅ ｎ ｅ
↠ knowledge is a l w a y s the key, to what lurks outside your window
ｓ ｔ ａ ｔ ｕ ｓｃ ｒ ｕ ｓ ｈｄ ａ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｇｔ ａ ｇ ｇ ｅ ｄ
Simon always tended to sleep in late on these mornings, his dark hair a tussled mess, and his face relaxed. It was odd for the man's face to be so relaxed when he was usually concentrating on the game or book in front of his two eyes. He was at peace, sleeping restfully. Well till he decided to roll the wrong way. A loud thud ringing through the room as he snapped up into a sitting position. His hazel eyes wide and alert, his bare legs touching the old wooden floor. After a brief couple of seconds of his eyes fluttering around the room, he calmed down. His eyes softening into a squint, and his lanky legs and arms pushing himself into a standing position. He grabbed his glasses which where resting peacefully on his night stand, and pushed them up his nose and securely onto his face. He saw no use in actually putting them on quite yet since he needed a shower, but yet he had to see to make it to the shower. He began to stretch his long limbs, a groan escaping through his slightly thick lips. Soon he dropped his arms and made his way to the bathroom, to begin his day. He combed through his hair before turning the shower on, and ditching his glasses on the counter top next to the sink. He slid into the burning warmth of the shower as it fell onto him. He stood there before washing his body, and hair. He climbed out and dried himself off. Heading to his room, he found a nice pair of loose white skinny jeans, and a white gamers tee. Returning to the bathroom to grab his glasses and scrub his teeth. Than was out the door heading to the coffee shoppe to grab a muffin or something, and some caffeine to wake Simon up even more. Because he just was still foggy and tired, the shower had barely done anything for him.
↠ｇ ｒ ｉ ｆ ｆ ｉ ｎ . ｌ ｅ ｗ ｉ ｓ
↠ a beast only I c a n control, yet he continues to control me
ｓ ｔ ａ ｔ ｕ ｓｃ ｒ ｕ ｓ ｈｄ ａ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｇｔ ａ ｇ ｇ ｅ ｄ
I
actually
have
no
idea
what
to
post
for
him
so
he's
open
↠ｇ ａ ｂ ｒ ｉ ｅ ｌ ｌ ａ . ｈ ａ ｒ ｔ
↠ I would rather be p l a y i n g sports, then l i s t e n i n g to you complain
ｓ ｔ ａ ｔ ｕ ｓｃ ｒ ｕ ｓ ｈｄ ａ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｇｔ ａ ｇ ｇ ｅ ｄ
Always began her morning rather bright and early. Off to the gym, or take a jog, or just strolling around. Sometimes even lurking in the woods. It all depended on how she felt for the day. So she was curled up in bed, her arm hanging off the side of the bed. Her lips were slightly parted as air rushed in and out of her mouth. Her hair rather neat for a girl who tosses and turns in her sleep. Her eyes fluttering open as the sunlight began to irritate her from her sleep. She slowly sat up stretching out her back, and slid from the warmth of her bed. Her feet slowly pressing to the floor as she crept to her closet. She grabbed a pair of sweat pants, and a sweater. She decided it was best just to shower after a run than before and after since that was just wasting money and water. She slid into the clothes, and put on anything that would make her self good. She slid her feet into tennis shoes before quickly running a brush through her slightly curly hair and throwing it up into a pony tail. Light on her toes, she padded to the kitchen and grabbed an apple where the were normally kept in the fridge and a water. Biting into the apple, she made her way out into the gleaming sunlight and looked around. She hadn't been in the woods very much, people really didn't go into Flint's forest. Stories where told of how many people went in there, and didn't come out. But she had wandered through ton's of forests on hikes and came out breathing. She knew how to remember her paths, and the way back home. She was smart. So that's the way she heading, at a smooth jogging pace. Towards the woods for an adventure. Her feet finally reaching the dirt of the forest, and she began her trek inside. Her scents instantly filling with the scents of the woodland around her.
