etudesthetics:

concept: you’re in a small cafe beneath a bookstore. they have blankets on request and a wonderful sofa next to the fireplace, which is accompanied by a hazy golden light breaking through the windows. the gentle chatter of a few other people in the cafe provides a soothing white noise. the radio softly plays a few songs that you know, followed by others you’ve never heard but still like. it’s a perfect afternoon.

rhysfcyre:

“You want to dance?” he rasped, his fingers curling around mine. I pointed with my chin toward the celebration below. “Down there – with them.” Where the music beckoned, where life beckoned. Where he should spend the night with his friends, and where I wanted to spend it with them, too. Even with the strangers in attendance. I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers – who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.