Orientation: Straighter than my grandma’s stitching (i’m so sorry i feel like everyone here’s supposed to be lgbt and i’m intruding)
Favorite fruit: Guavas, Grapes, or Kiwis
Favorite season: Spring-ish (in India it’s around the monsoon season)
Favorite flower: Violates or Blue bells
Favorite scent: Fresh bread smell
Favorite color: Ocean blue
Favorite animal:cATS
Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Milk tea with lots of sugar
Average hours of sleep: 7 hours-ish (I can never sleep longer than 8 hours)
Cat person or dog person: Referring to my last answer – cATS
Favorite fictional characters: Far too many for me, but I’ll go with Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes (the fact that he speaks to me on a spiritual level is something i feel i ought to find more concerning than i do)
Number of blankets you sleep with: currently 2 thin ones, when it gets hotter it’ll be 1 and during the monsoons it’s 3
Dream trip: Istabul (I wanna pet the kitties. That’s it, that’s the only reason.)
Blog created: In April or May 2018, if I remember correctly
Number of followers: 422
Random fact: I think deep space and the ocean are beautiful; additionally I am also scared of deep space and the ocean
Uhh…pass my GCSEs with at least a 5 for most of them.
Army Green: Favorite themes to write about?
Hmm…I wouldn’t say I have any favourite themes to write about, though I do enjoy writing about romantic relationships that aren’t completely romantic…I dont think that’s a theme.
She woke to the feeling of something poking her in the cheek. With her eyesight, she didn’t need the light or the moon to see who it was.
“Really? At this hour?” she hissed at him.
His usually cheerful and mischievous face was bored, blankly staring at her with his finger still outstretched near her cheek.
“What is it?” her tone softened slightly as she reached up to wrap her fingers around his hand.
His eyes slid away from her, looking off towards the side.
Her eyes narrowed before softening and she pulled him down beside her. She wrapped her arms around him and waited for him to respond. Slowly, almost as if he were afraid of touching her, he put his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. He still didn’t speak.
She didn’t mind. She would wait as long as he needed her to.