Pillow Fort meme;

[memeorabilia]

THE PILLOW FORT MEME


It doesn't matter what age you are. From 1 year to 9,674,574,387 years, everybody loves a good pillow fort!
1. Post with your character and, in your starting comment, describe the magnificent [or not so magnificent] pillow fort that you've built.

2. Make sure to state your character's name, preferences, and all that other stuff in your headline.

3. Have funnnn!

Comments

[saevio]

[It's insomnia this time that keeps Ronan company and it isn't Gansey entertaining him through it. Not due to lack of interest but Ronan decides to be nice for once and allow Gansey the two hours of sleep he's probably going to be having. Driving around Henrietta doesn't ease his mind. The thought of racing for once isn't appealing enough to lure him towards it. So he finds himself at Saint Agnes, tired, yet awake, confused yet really annoyed as to why he went here out of all places. Adam is probably asleep already yet that doesn't stop him from going inside.

He's going to get risk getting yelled at because it's better than getting back into his car and questioning why he'd sudden craved being here. With Adam.

His knock is loud and persistent making sure that if someone is asleep they wont be now. Hands then slid back into his pockets, balancing on his feet back and forth waiting for movement.]

Adam.

[He calls, just in case Adam thinks it's some kind of creep at his doorstep. Then again, he'd probably fall into that creep category. Blue would say so.]

Open up?

[proudly]

[ the knock kind of startles adam because if there's one thing he wasn't expecting, it was company. so there's a moment there where he just stares at the door like he's not entirely sure what to do with it when -- ah. ronan's voice cuts in and he jerks upright.

he's at the door and swinging it open before he remembers about the sudden burst of shrubbery in the middle of his floor, poking through the pile of blankets and pillows that were obviously taken from his stripped down bed. he stands with his back to the mess and looks at ronan, rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead and feeling the exhaustion creep in suddenly. ]

Hey. What're you...?

[ and then his eyes narrow as he realizes he should be mad at ronan because if he wasn't being an idiot right now, he'd be asleep. should, but isn't. instead he just stares at him. did something happen? ]

[saevio]

[As usual Ronan gives no explanations just steps forward letting himself into Adam's little stuffy room he set him up with. He wishes Adam wasn't so stubborn and would have stayed at Monmouth.

A casual shrug follows the invasive way he lets himself in. He feels it's obvious why he is here. They both know he suffers from insomnia and sometimes - a lot of the time - he enjoys spending random hours of the day here with Adam, on his floor. A floor that is occupied now.

He frowns, staring at blankets and.. vines?]

What's that?

[he isn't looking for the obvious, he can see that. But he wants to know what Adam is doing.]

[proudly]

[ monmouth just wasn't for him but there's no point in reopening that can of worms again. so instead adam just steps to the side with a frown as ronan moves inside and crosses his arms over his chest, immediately feeling self-conscious about this... mess. can it really be called a mess when half of it was intentional?

at ronan's question, adam immediately frowns and just grabs the first word that comes to mind. ]

Laundry.

[ except it's just his bedsheets and there's way too many leaves mixed in to pretend there's any order to this chaos. also, it's the middle of the night. adam isn't the greatest liar when he's tired. ]