ravingglory

The soft summer breeze is sweet and serene as it blows through the strangely vacant streets of Tokyo’s suburbs. The skies are wide and equally clear, dotted only occasionally by a flock of airborne birds they cross the blue expanse. The soft gasps of air catch the wind chime hanging in the open window, and you look up as the merry tinkle chimes through the room. You blink slowly, and lift a hand to stifle the yawn that tugs at the underside of your jaw. Summer drowsiness is still heavy in your bones, pulling you into the mattress and making lifting your head from the cool cotton of your pillow seem like an impossible task. Another peal

X When Levi blinked into silvery light, his first thought was that he must be in heaven. Though, he could not reason this. As he stood in this nowhere, the harder he tried to remember, to think of anything at all, the more it felt as though his words and thoughts were slipping through his fingers like fine white sand. Memories scattered like the falling grains, and he was left with nothing. His eyes fell shut again, and his fingers at his sides loosened like the gentle pull on a string to undo its knots. A breeze picked up; he felt the tepid air caress his cheek with cool fingertips, brushing the soft locks of dark hair that fell over his f

A rich, sweet smell hung in the air as you wandered from the bedroom that morning. Slippered feet padded down the homely corridor into the kitchen, toes dragging sleepily along the hardwood flooring. 'Daiki?' You murmured into the chilly, early air. The answering hum was low and raspy, and when you peered round an open doorway you found Aomine sat at one end of the dining table, chin in hand as the quiet indigo of his eyes watched thick, cotton-like snowflakes drift down on the other side of the long floor-to-ceiling windows. His hair was mussed with restless sleep, locks catching the weak light like dull sapphires. You trailed over, a tend

The soft summer breeze is sweet and serene as it blows through the strangely vacant streets of Tokyo’s suburbs. The skies are wide and equally clear, dotted only occasionally by a flock of airborne birds they cross the blue expanse. The soft gasps of air catch the wind chime hanging in the open window, and you look up as the merry tinkle chimes through the room. You blink slowly, and lift a hand to stifle the yawn that tugs at the underside of your jaw. Summer drowsiness is still heavy in your bones, pulling you into the mattress and making lifting your head from the cool cotton of your pillow seem like an impossible task. Another peal

Today, you were going to have a bad day. It wasn’t set in stone or anything, but for some reason when you woke up this morning, you just knew, your day was going to be crap. To begin a bad day, your alarm clock typically did not ring, and therefore you ended up rolling out of bed half-an-hour later than you were meant to. Your shower, was cold. It was bone-chillingly freezing, which was not a good temperature during the spring, when the mornings were still frosty. Cereal for breakfast? Nope! The milk had gone off and you we're out of bread for back-up toast. At the time, the clock read 8:37. Your first class started at 8:30. So you wou