Spare Dreams
Title: Spare Dreams.
Couple: AlShin
Rating: PG
Slight spoiler for after episode 7.
Summary: Sometimes absence makes the world seem like a Spare dream.
Lingering breath puffed out into the cold air onto glass. Fogging it up like white powder. Staring at the dark night sky from inside the designated home for only once a week. Dark hair and eyes stared at the memory with a faint tugged of lips at the corners.
Fingers trail up and down the icy glass and almost as a side thought pressed lips against fingers. Because Spare Dreams seem to cross her mind as she went back to this lonely home without the laughter and only reminisces of silliness.
Closing eyes to listen to the singing over the radio making her sway to each beat.
Flowerpot was always playing with crystal clear voice into the night. Turning away she brought up the Polaroid that invested in and leaning forward she took a photo of the love shape plant. Her eyes looking at it with faint worry and anguish that she was uncertain what to do at the brittle leaves.
Sighing deeply she patted it with her fingers and took the instant image. Settling down on the white ivory couch she written on the photo with a grumble.
“Stuipid Alsun!” Shinae murmurs unhappily because she felt responsible for the demise of his plant. Her eyes lifted from her writing to glare at the plant and closing once again she buried her face into the pillow beside her. “You should have just stayed.”
Couple: AlShin
Rating: PG
Slight spoiler for after episode 7.
Summary: Sometimes absence makes the world seem like a Spare dream.
Lingering breath puffed out into the cold air onto glass. Fogging it up like white powder. Staring at the dark night sky from inside the designated home for only once a week. Dark hair and eyes stared at the memory with a faint tugged of lips at the corners.
Fingers trail up and down the icy glass and almost as a side thought pressed lips against fingers. Because Spare Dreams seem to cross her mind as she went back to this lonely home without the laughter and only reminisces of silliness.
Closing eyes to listen to the singing over the radio making her sway to each beat.
Flowerpot was always playing with crystal clear voice into the night. Turning away she brought up the Polaroid that invested in and leaning forward she took a photo of the love shape plant. Her eyes looking at it with faint worry and anguish that she was uncertain what to do at the brittle leaves.
Sighing deeply she patted it with her fingers and took the instant image. Settling down on the white ivory couch she written on the photo with a grumble.
“Stuipid Alsun!” Shinae murmurs unhappily because she felt responsible for the demise of his plant. Her eyes lifted from her writing to glare at the plant and closing once again she buried her face into the pillow beside her. “You should have just stayed.”