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I CALLED YOUR NAME EVERY DAMN TIME.  With the temperature warming Kasey was pleased to see life returning to his meticulous garden beds. He'd never claimed to be much of a gardener and truthfully the job wasn't his life's passion, but Kasey made a not to excel in whatever it was he chose to do. Gardening was what he had found to keep his mind from the past and it continued to do a good job. With his cap pulled low over his eyes Kasey crouched in one of the freshly turned garden beds, inspecting the new growth. "Goddamn weeds." He pulled one out roughly to accentuate the words, lip curled in distaste. "In my goddamn garden. Thinking you're all such top shit." Kasey began pulling out more of the green shoots, tossing them into a pile over his shoulder. He barely judged the direction of his throws and failed to recognize that he was in fact aiming them at any individual that happened to walk by. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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She hadn't been outside of the school in days. She'd spent every waking moment she had available to play the piano. Waking up early to hog the music room before anyone else could meant she'd crashed by 9PM every. single. night.
A sigh fell from the brunette's lips as she stepped through the courtyard, the soft tunes of a piano cover filling her ears. She'd never been one who enjoyed the cold hours of winter, but spring? Ah, it was her absolute favorite season. With spring came promises of new beginnings.
Stumbling over her own feet caused her phone to drop against the ground, earplugs getting caught in her hair. Kneeling, she felt a sudden coldness against her cheek and the smell of earth hit her. Eyes moved to the side, narrowing at the man who'd likely been the cause of it. A hand came up to rub at her cheek, soil smudging her fingers.
And all she could do was stare at him.
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I CALLED YOUR NAME EVERY DAMN TIME. It was lucky, or perhaps unlucky, that Kasey took that moment to stand and stretch out his cramping back. He turned, black cap pulled low over his eyes, to see a stranger kneeling on the footpath. Her hand was pressed to her cheek and his first thought was that she had to have a toothache and had chosen a poor spot to rest. His hawkish eyes noticed when her hand moved away, revealing a smudge of dirt along her cheekbone. He winced just briefly before he stepped onto the footpath and settled his expression back into smooth nonchalance. "Ma'am," he said evenly, dirty hands clasped behind his back as though it might hide the evidence of his guilt. "Didn't see you there." It wasn't really an apology and it likely didn't come off as one with Kasey's even tone and expression. It was almost like speaking with a rock, expressionless save for the sparkle of amusement in his hazel eyes - a detail easily missed under his brusque disposition.<p> Actions spoke louder than words in Kasey's book any day. As if to prove that he wiped his hands on already dirt-stained jeans then pulled an equally dirty handkerchief out of a back pocket. It had the words 'No ugly crying' embroidered in rather skillful calligraphy on one side. He offered the piece of cloth, which had already seen quite a lot of wear wiping the sweat off his own forehead and neck, to the stranger. He wagered by her age and the familiarity with which she knelt on his footpath that she was at home at the academy - a student or teacher, or something of the sort. Regardless someone worth being civil with if he wanted to stay under the radar and out of trouble, which he did. "For your face, ma'am" he offered, as if the gesture itself wasn't enough to convey his intent. The corner of his mouth lifted in a slow smirk. "There's dirt on it."MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Naomi's eyes narrowed at the man: It was made rather obvious that he either didn't care a whole lot about the world around him - or wasn't bright enough to. While she could understand that, to a certain degree, there was a whole new level of aloofness to the man.
Her eyes then dropped to the piece of cloth he offered. If it could even be called as much. Her lips pursed tightly as her arms came up to cross over her chest. As her gaze lifted to his, her perfectly arched eyebrows rose. "No kidding." She said, not taking the piece of cloth he'd offered. She'd rather have mud on her face than whatever bacteria colony was living on the man's handkerchief. Really, it was a rather simple choice to make.
Taking a step back, the brunette brushed her cheeks against her shoulder, smudging some of the dirt onto her clothes. At least they could be washed. She wasn't certain she could say the same for the cloth he'd offered. "You should be more careful about where you throw your dirt." She added as her attention drew away from him.
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