Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine
→to; corey from; terra
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is this the edge of the world? all that i know is your space is empty; i swear that you don’t have to go i’ve wasted days, but they don’t mind; the buttons on my phone are worn thin.
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Don’t Look Now, I’m Being Followed. Act Normal. — Hands Like Houses
Corey jokingly rolled his eyes at her. “Well, too bad so sad, Rocky. I’m worried anyway.”
Upon seeing the blush disseminate on her cheeks (he was beginning to become more aware of the Titan’s rather…cute quirks), a smirk rolled up onto his lips. “You do, you do,” he readily agreed. “And I guess I have that effect on you, too.”
It was now the lyricist’s turn to blush, and he attempted to cover it up with a small shrug. “I dunno…I just like hearing it from you, I guess.”
[☄] — “I shouldn’t be surprised.” The blonde slugged him playfully in the arm, jamming her hands into her pockets as she continued to spoke. “You’re always worried about me.”
“Yeah, sure,” she then begrudgingly murmured. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Terra saw the secretive smirk appear on his lips, and she almost groaned; immediately cursing herself for being so…obvious in her reactions.
Within seconds of his next admittance, however, a smug smile crossed her face, and she proceeded to slug him in the arm once more. “Of course you do.”
Well…I’m doing waaaay better now that you’re here.”
"C’mon, just say it. You totally missed having me around.”
[☄] — “It’s fine, Corey,” the geomancer dismissed. “Literally nothing for you to worry about.” “And I guess I just have that effect on people, huh?” However, the light blush that coated her face was undeniable.
“You already know it’s true, so what’s the point of me saying it?”
