He flicked his eyes up to her lovely shoulders and the divots to her collarbones.
Roleplay?
Not yet realizing he was done, Fae’s eyes scanned the shoreline as a few stray strands of hair fell in front of her eyes. She looked like she was deep in thought.
He had stopped eating, simply quietly starstruck by her.
She reached up a hand to tick her hair behind her ears, hazel locks tumbling down around her face, framing it. She chewed in her lip, mulling over something.
"What's on your mind?"
“Hmm?” She blinked multiple times to clear her head. “Pardon?” She turned to Cruz.
“Hmm?” She blinked multiple times to clear her head. “Pardon?” She turned to Cruz.
He blinked the apattracted dilation from his eyes, "What's on your mind?"
( when a person is aroused or in love (includes platonic) with someone they are looking at, their pupils dilate )
(Isn’t that the coolest thing tho?)
“Oh.” A few strands of hair fell in front of her eyes, and she smiled softly. “My mum’s pregnant. I’m going to have a little sister. Or brother.”
"Hot damn," he smiled widely, "That's so cool,"
( ye! Im a bit of a psychology nerd )
“Yeah.” Her eyes lit up with happiness. “I get to name them, too.”
(No you don’t cuz you die)
He laughed joyfully, "That's so cool," he reveled again, but something unspoken was in his tone.
Fae picked up on it immediately. “What is it?”
"Huh?"
She tilted her head. “Nothing. I thought I heard something.”
He smiled a little more. "Love ya."
She reached over the table to squeeze his hand. “Love you too.”
Do you wanna skip?)
(Sure, to when?)
Choose:
A. Fae joins that one orginization i think, i forget the name cos im tired, then d i e s and everyone is sad
B. Just a l i t t l e more fluff
C. Somefin else
(Hm…. FLUFF!! And technically, she never joined TGR officially, just knew if of its existence)
(Fluffffffff)
Okay! )
~~~
Cruz laid in the grass of his back yard. He held his eyes shut, lost in the breeze and stark, bitingly sweet smell of cut lawns and tree-buds and rain. It was an aura of peace to him, and sunset always wore a sort of aura like this, when the world is bathed in blood orange and black.
(How should I make Fae come in to this?)
( she could have tried to call him & didnt answer cos he's zen, spand she mightve gotten worried?
(Ooh yeah okay)
Fae threw down her phone after trying to call Cruz a sixth time, worry growing. What if something had happened to him? With any other person she wouldn’t have been worried, but due to Cruz’s past…… she was afraid for him. Shrugging in a spring jacket, she walked the distance to his place.
(Is his tio home?)
Yes, but in bed )
Cruz's limbs were splayed out on the blanket of clean grass, wrapped in a cozy sleepiness.
After no one answered the doorbell, Fae’s worry had escalated to the point that her hands were shaking and she felt a full in panic attack coming on. Leaning against the door and trying to fight the rising tide if her anxiety, she thought up scenarios where Cruz was safe and just not home. Gritting her teeth, she went around the back of the house and into the backyard.
Her companion was lying in the grass, the most peaceful look on his honey-tan face.
Fae almost melted with relief. “Cruz!”, she called, running over.