Motivational Selfies // p

[Tatiana Mikhailovich]

Lemme take a selfie

The words seemed like a barrier between us. 'Right. I almost forgot you have the power of a dragon.'  The words were stiff and unforgiving.  Right.  I was a dragon.  I couldn't forget.  Shaking it off mentally, twisted a loose strand of hair around my finger as I stared down at the dog.  I rubbed it head lightly, booping its nose with a pad of my small finger as I finished.

"Sure, if I planted them their, but I'd probably be bald within the week."  I tugged on the strand of my hair that was still twisted around my pinky finger.  "A garden?  Here?  Well, by the looks of it, it can self-righteously state that it's already a garden, but I'd love to further expand its capacity of greenery and life here." 

An idea popped into my head.  I picked up the puppy and placed it on the ground before pulling the elastic out of my hair.  It all tumbled down messily.  I fell back onto Hachi's lap.  "Yeah, because you're bor--ingg."  I closed my eyes and waited a few seconds.  I peeked open one green eye and stuck out my tongue playfully.  "Just kidding."

[Hachiro]

ENDINGS WITHOUT END ► it seems paper-thin ◄

Hachiro laughed. "Ha! Bald Tatiana! I would love to see that!" He glanced over at her, tilting his head as if imagining her without hair. Shed still look beautiful. "It wouldn't look that bad," he shrugged, crossing his arms behind his neck as he leaned back against the stone bench. He glanced over at Tatiana as she spoke, a small smile planted on his face. "We can use the grassy area around the pond to plant herbs and flowers," he gave a small, content sigh. "It'll be beautiful." He knew his mother would have liked that, planted flowers and herbs there. Especially while getting to know another person. Especially getting to know a girl. Hachi gave a small laugh at the thought. He could imagine her face, beaming at him with happiness and excitement. ' You're finally meeting a girl! Ooh! That's so exciting! Is she pretty? Is she nice? I think she's the perfect one for you! ' . The pale haired man - boy, whatever he was - watched as she took her hair out from her bun. It tumbled down her shoulders and onto his lap, framing her face. He held his breath, reaching out to touch it. Soft. He glanced away. "Sorry," he muttered, praying his cheeks weren't pink. He was slightly startled by her next words. "Oh?" He lifted one eyebrow as she stuck her tongue out at him. He gave her a sloppy grin. He gave a large yawn, even stretched out his arms, before pretending to drift off to sleep. "I think your... the boring one..." NOTES // WORDS // tags // BOINK OF GS