#ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴀʟʟ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ || (R: John & Jane.)

[gcldenhour]

Happy 100, my love C:

     ❝Mm, it’s an achievement that I still have your heart after a hundred days. But here’s to a hundred more, love.❞

[gcldenhour]

you are my world ´ ᴗ｀✿ !

     ❝And you’re mine.❞

[gcldenhour]

/sms. I will always love you.

     Silence.

     There’s a thought that ran through his mind at that moment then, gaze staring awfully serious at the words that somewhat screamed at him through the darkness of his world. He seemed rather expressionless to those who observed him from a short distance, curiosity looming within them as seconds passed without a word heard from the man since he opened the message. He hadn’t moved either, just stilled in his seat, fingers curled comfortably around the phone with his thumb hovering just above the screen. 

     And then he sighed, the words disappearing to black before him, the device shoved back into his suit jacket’s pocket not a second too soon.

     “Sorry,” He started in English, barely a change or a twitch amongst his features, “My dog laid a massive shit on the rug and my neighbour’s panicking.” As words were said, laughter echoed through the boardroom, all put into ease once again. “But yes, where were we up to?”

     “Your contract, John.” Another answered.

     “Right,” Clasping his hands together on top of the table, John allowed a smile to grace his face as he leaned back against the backrest of the chair, “And who is this poor person that managed to piss off twelve people altogether?”

     Question was out in the air, uncertainty flooding the atmosphere as heads turned to give each other a look. But nonetheless, John merely sat at the end of the table, patience keeping him sane until one of his supposed employers spoke up with the answer that he sought. 

     And as they explained the situation, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath as his focus wandered elsewhere momentarily; specifically to the message, but no one needed to know that, right? 

     He had then let his attention fall onto his hands. His smile was gone, his gaze had gotten colder, and his brows furrowed together. He suddenly felt homesick, which was actually the first in consideration of the fact that he never had a home to be sick for in the first place.

     But no, he couldn’t go back. Not yet, anyway, not when he was so close to finding another one of the bastards that ordered the torture on the very woman that had indirectly sent him too far from where she was.

     “John, you with us?” Someone asked him, pulling the assassin out of his reverie.

     “Still here.” He replied as he fixed his façade back into place effortlessly.

     Unfortunately.

[gcldenhour]

Call For Paradise.

@teejane.

It had been a whole hour since he got on the train; a whole hour spent in silent reverie as the man merely stared at the passing countryside. He was at peace.

By the window across from her was where he sat, a novel (Persuasion, by Jane Austen) in hand in spite of it remaining unread. Though frequently enough did he manage to drag his eyes away from the changing view outside, only to glance at Janey whenever she crossed his empty thoughts. He smiled each and every time he had done so, albeit unbeknownst him at first as it was almost always done unconsciously as one would have said. But by God would he have been stupid if he were to not smile at the sight of her; beautiful, angelic, and one-of-a-kind, as lovely and as warm as the sun. But unfortunately, John was barely a sappy man to say such a description out loud.

He then began to stare at her as he usually did whenever he was graced with her company. He ran through his plan in his head and ticked all sorts of things off the ‘list’. At that point, John most definitely confirmed with himself that he had it all planned out, this surprise to which he had for the one and only birthday girl. And although he was not quite the type to plan ‘unnecessary’ outings, let alone surprises, he figured that he could have allowed himself to do so during a time such as then. It was, after all, an extended celebration for the existence of a woman whom he often called his.

His.

Mine.

He looked down at the open book in front of him as a grin forced itself onto his softened features.

A month later and it seemed like he was still not used to the concept of them being each others’.

[gcldenhour]

Define Her.

For @teejane

He wasn’t one to stare, but he was most definitely staring then.

He took note of every curve and angle her face had offered; the lines of her lips, the slant of her nose, the shape of her eyes, and even the way her jaw met with her neck. He paid close attention to the tiny details, admiring them from where he sat across from her, the buzzing sound of the café all but noise to him.

Again, he wasn’t one to stare, but he couldn’t help but do so then.

She had a form of uniqueness to her, the sort that captivated him in more ways than one. And for a man who had lived life for no less then twenty-seven years, one would have thought that he would have found such profound beauty numerous times; more so in consideration of the fact that he was a constant traveller. 

He had seen the treasures that nature had kept in secret, the landscapes and life that each and every culture was known for. Though if we were to move on to the topic of something much more physical, it was a well-known fact that he had witnessed the smiles of temptation, the bodies and accentuated figures of women who managed to capture his attention every once in a while. And at the end of the day, he met most with lust flowing through his finger tips and empty kisses—nothing more, nothing less.

But of course, that was before he had met her.

Was he a changed man? No, for a man like him was hard to change within such a short span of time. However, it would have been a lie if he were to say that she didn’t change the whole world, or at least his perspective on it. As cliché as it was, it was an honest truth to which he realised far too well for his liking, for his attachment to her only grew when it wasn’t supposed to. And the more he allowed himself to stay around her – or her around him, he was never quite sure – the more he found her to be that one thing in his life that he had needed but was simply undeserving of it.

Although in the end, he felt it, the emotion of love that was so commonly spoken of.

He fell in love with her, slowly but surely and there was barely a thing he could have done about it. He loved the innocence she had in contrast to the life he led, and he loved the warmth she posed whenever she smiled, giving him the determination to protect her even more. She was perfect, he had said so numerous times, in both in his head and beneath his breath. And he loved her so dearly, perhaps even far too much for a man who’s only known about life and death since he took a grasp of the world’s meaning.

So maybe that was why he was staring at the woman from where he sat across from her, the buzzing sound of the café all but noise to him. After all, who wouldn’t if they had the literal definition of both beauty and perfection right in front of them?

[gcldenhour]

[ sms ] u have a cute butt

[SMS ; Janey. ❤️] Thank you for noticing. (:

[gcldenhour]

LADY JANEY. (teejane)

It takes her nearly thirty minutes to respond, she stands dumbfounded before a crosswalk with her eyes fixed the the phone, pulse jumping into her throat. Slack-jawed, she puts her gaze back on her surroundings, holding her phone to her chest and trying to work out an appropriate way to respond that didn’t scream i’m so very desperate for you.

Once she’d safely crossed the street and made it to her home, she yips into the warm air, throwing off her coat and jumping onto her couch with a bounce, staring at her phone and deleting several variations of flirtatious and sassy remarks that she was afraid to send - because she was afraid he’d change his mind about taking her … wherever they were going. She had no problem canceling all her plans. Some of those variations that’d been deleted include but are not limited to: sure, i’ll go with you, thanks for asking, u dumb. and what if I already have plans? and why would I want to spend a week with a cute dumb like you? and really? why me?

These all fall short of the feeling she had, so her phone finally flashed a resounding ‘delivered’ with:

/sms. what should I pack?

     He hadn’t waited for her reply as he packed his own things into a carry-on luggage. With several clothes neatly folded, and a few camera essentials carefully placed in between spaces and in his personal bag, John didn’t even notice how long it took the other to reply to his simple message, at least until a sharp ding had cut through the silence of his apartment.

     Truth be told, for him to receive such a question had been quite unexpected for John; if anything, him spontaneously inviting the woman with him was even more unanticipated by the man himself. He started questioning his sanity then, rethinking his life choices and just entirely being doubtful of the entire situation. What in the world was he doing? Was he truly planning to go against everything he was taught and knew of?

     No, the trip meant nothing. It was just a small photography adventuring and he might as well have brought a model with him. And who else could he have contacted apart from Janey? All right, maybe there were others but they were all probably busy and already had plans. Besides, he already bought the second ticket and he still hadn’t given her a Christmas gift... so...

      [SMS ; Janey. ❤️ ; 2328] Your passport and clothes to keep you warm.       [SMS ; Janey. ❤️ ; 2328] And just enough to last you for the week.

[gcldenhour]

Winter’s Touch

MEME: Random Starter Symbols. STATUS: Not accepting. SENDER:: @teejane​ my bby.

📹 for me to use a line from my favorite movie as a starter

Pride & Prejudice (2005 Film), dir. Joe Wright

     It had been by the early winter morning did he feel it; the touch of her fingers against his own. Unintentional it was, though to say that he had not felt something of the odd would have been quite a lie to tell. And ironically enough, he may have had secrets to hide, though John was far from the liar he could possibly be.

     Side by side they were walking down the trail of Yeouido Park, the snow’s whiteness covering the path all throughout. With the chill blanketing itself over the two, he came to a form of comfort as he found peace in the silence that he had managed to keep. The coldness of her hand, however, was simply something he could not ignore upon the moment of contact. And so, as they continued their gradual stroll, he took her hand into his own and pulled it into his jacket’s pocket without hesitation.

     “Don’t know how you can forget your gloves during a cold morning. . . now your hands are cold.” Words were said softly, a smile barely seen on his features. He looked ever so casually then, as if the act that he had just done was nothing of the sorts to him; and perhaps that was right, for it was mere kindness to which he had just shown. Though if one were to truly look closer to that of within him, they could have said that it had something to do with the fondness he had for her. 

     The fondness that should have never existed in the first place.

[gcldenhour]

💖💖💖💖💖💖

Meme: SEND THE THING.Status: ACCEPTING.Sender: @teejane.

     It took him a moment to think, to mentally list out all the things that he could have possibly found ‘cute’ about the woman. 

     “Your laugh, it’s nice to hear. The way your eyes smiles when you’re happy; it’s pure bliss that is seen so rarely these days, so when your eyes… does that little twinkle, it’s really…” He gradually got quiet, trying to figure out the proper speech that would have sufficed the description he wanted to express. And as he had done so, he eyebrows furrowed, his lips doing that small pout, and the entirety of his features formed to what had been known as his ‘thinking face’. Though nevertheless, it did not take him long, for he soon continued and said, “Refreshing to see; as a photographer, especially. Then there’s your childish antics, although they can be annoying at times, they do,” He cleared his throat then, “make you seem cuter. Your excitement, the way you ‘hover’ around me even though I’m busy... and lastly... I don’t know. Your face, I guess? Can that be included?”

[gcldenhour]

describe your favorite moment with janey

     ❝Whenever she’s happy.❞

A pause.

     ❝Her positiveness rubs off on me a lot, and it’s hard for those moments to not become my       favourite.❞