Denmark x Reader ::: Our House"I quite like this house."Denmark x Reader ::: Our House by spicerabbit
Matthias smiles at me, threading his fingers between mine. I giggle, shifting my weight to and fro, the creakings from tarnished wood moaning and rumbling through the structure of the building. A soft powdering of evening-lit dust saunters lazily about the tousled doilies of lace curtains and chipped windowsills, settling like bonfire ashes and curls of heavy smoke into splintered floors.
The agent turns his back to us, scrawling cursive and budgets into assorted documents (of course, Matthias sneaks lovely cheek-kisses all the while). He straightens his real-estate tie and business worksuit, smoothing out folds that I thought were rather beautiful. With a nod and professional footsteps, he leads our blissful romances up protesting stairs that snicker against our weight.
The master bedroom led to excited clappings of my palms and the pirouette of my dress billowing against my calves, my hands taking obscure measurements of 'this could go here' and 'that could
Norway x Reader ::: Five o'clock MorningsSometimes, it's the lazy fog that stumbles on the horizon, kissing frost against the glass of my window, shyly sparkling behind lace-and-linen curtains. Or, it's the creak of the springboard mattress as Lukas stirs, warm with the essence of sex in early May, and of gypsum fingernails snagged on tousled t-shirts. These are the things that fill empty ink jars with two teaspoons of mornings and a dash of allspice; the soft quillings that wake me up with knitted bedheads and an intoxicated heart.Norway x Reader ::: Five o'clock Mornings by spicerabbit
Now, it's the loneliness in the bed and the pulse of caffeine dripping into my senses. Kaffehuset Friele and tired teapots brew limericks of lipstick stains against coffee mug rims. I sink heavily against my pillow, my eyelashes too much of a burden for five o'clock eyes.
Crooked floorboards creak under his flitting steps; I roll over, my hair nothing but wild wisps that crinkle against my smiling cheeks as he bends down to my level.
"(Y/N), time to get up. C'mon, I made coffee."
I bite my lip in