your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
She was ecstatic today. Finally, promotions are over and she could finally roam around the streets without worrying about a schedule she should attend to. She’s not completely free however but for now, she wanted to roam around, maybe sit in a cafe nearby. Wearing her usual disguise (a cap and slightly loose clothes) she made her way to the streets when she spotted a bookstore.
Without really thinking, she stepped inside the store and quickly spotted a book that she was interested in. Walking closer, she reached for the item only until she felt someone reach for it as well. Her eyes widening, she glanced at the person, instinctively pulling her cap down to cover her features.
It was as if this simple action were incentive for him to duck and twist at various angles to view the face she meant to keep hidden. (And against better judgement, because really, he should have paid her actions no mind.) It was sudden impulse that told him to do this, and abruptly, he halted, retracting the hand that had previously been extended to steal the book from its shelf and instead pockets it; “You want it too? And there’s only one copy left,” there’s a barely concealed sound of disappointment before he rounds on her, unable to resist the chance to tease, “You look a little scary, don’t you think? What if I report you as a hoodlum and run off with the prize?”