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augustines2013-02-14 08:25 pm
smithereens) wrote in augustines2013-02-14 08:25 pm
three.
swear (sihai&shakir)--
Bitch. She doesn't know the word, doesn't know what it means, but he can tell by the way she stiffens, just slightly, at his side that she'd inferred enough from the tone; if it weren't for her hand on his arm, squeezing, then Shakir is positive he would've punched the adviser in his smiling face and damned all the consequences.
inconspicuous (jas&khalia)--
She's like a fungus, Jas decides somewhere around the four month mark of their meeting; she's obnoxious and effusive and so prolific she's managed to take over every aspect of his life, invading his wardrobe and invading his thoughts and invading everything in between and steamrolling his every attempt to keep her out, until he finally looks up and realizes that he's wearing the jacket she forced him to buy and he smells very vaguely of flowers and her shampoo and it's been at least a week since he last thought of home, or at least the home he had before the one in her arms.
He doesn't know how to get rid of her. He doesn't know if he wants to.
dinner (jas&khalia)--
One evening, she sets up a picnic dinner out on the roof, where no one can find them, then lays her head on his shoulder as they watch the sun set and the stars rise.
When he asks why, she just huffs and tells him it's a date, of course, and he decides to shut up after that.
color (jas&khalia)--
"It's just hair," she'd said dismissively, after he'd run his hands through the blonde strands and asked why she was always dyeing it; now that she's shrieking about how her curling iron is stuck and she's going to burn all her hair off and why is he standing around doing nothing to help and why is he so useless, Jas is starting to think it's a lot more than just hair after all.
Bitch. She doesn't know the word, doesn't know what it means, but he can tell by the way she stiffens, just slightly, at his side that she'd inferred enough from the tone; if it weren't for her hand on his arm, squeezing, then Shakir is positive he would've punched the adviser in his smiling face and damned all the consequences.
inconspicuous (jas&khalia)--
She's like a fungus, Jas decides somewhere around the four month mark of their meeting; she's obnoxious and effusive and so prolific she's managed to take over every aspect of his life, invading his wardrobe and invading his thoughts and invading everything in between and steamrolling his every attempt to keep her out, until he finally looks up and realizes that he's wearing the jacket she forced him to buy and he smells very vaguely of flowers and her shampoo and it's been at least a week since he last thought of home, or at least the home he had before the one in her arms.
He doesn't know how to get rid of her. He doesn't know if he wants to.
dinner (jas&khalia)--
One evening, she sets up a picnic dinner out on the roof, where no one can find them, then lays her head on his shoulder as they watch the sun set and the stars rise.
When he asks why, she just huffs and tells him it's a date, of course, and he decides to shut up after that.
color (jas&khalia)--
"It's just hair," she'd said dismissively, after he'd run his hands through the blonde strands and asked why she was always dyeing it; now that she's shrieking about how her curling iron is stuck and she's going to burn all her hair off and why is he standing around doing nothing to help and why is he so useless, Jas is starting to think it's a lot more than just hair after all.