he hasn’t gotten used to the cold . beau is convinced he probably never will . holding onto his parka , finding his way towards jacob , who’s always been brighter than the sun above their heads , & giving the gentlest of taps to his shoulder . “ hey , you okay ? ”
a lamb indeed——lost , untainted . innocence kept inside a pristine package , & maybe that meant he was a loser . spending too much time with nose buried in books instead of living his life . “ wait , no—— ” tries to reach for the notebook , disregarding the other’s ( + )
words . it was strange , to see another cold one who beau wasn’t familiar with . “ give that back . ” crossing arms , blue eyes stony . there was some writings on the pages , mostly research . ‘ cold ones do not eat human food . ’ ‘ their bodies are like marble . ’ ( + )
beau cannot help jumping in his place , eyes wide as cranium cranes towards the owner of the voice . somewhere amidst his sudden distraction , grip on notebook was lost , sprawled on the grass . “ … i don’t think you’re supposed to be here . ” voice quiet , almost ( + )
it feels safe , in the very morning , with the dew sticking to the vast green . notebook in hand , blue—eyed curiosity sharp . he doesn’t notice @CUOIOCANAGLIA , far too enthralled by the sight .
quick to grab onto the pack & retrieving one for himself , plopping down besides the other . “ kafka ?——good choice , jake . ”
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if his destiny be 𝒔trange———it is also su͟b͟l͟ime [ … ] beaufort charlie swan from st*phenie m*yer’s life ﹠̲ death . arizona boy turned blue . heavy—headcanon based ﹠̲ reimagined portrayal . 1/2 of the swan twins . by 𝓭emonia .
he’d never appreciated the rain . even back in arizona , where the droplets were more of a blessing than anything else , they would be welcomed with a sigh . pushes the umbrella closer to the stranger , hoping it’ll help . “ you okay man ? ”
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