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FIND SUMMER OVER AT @aestva

#i know there are only 11 followers here but STILL kshdks #once i get all my stuff moved over there ill be deleting this sideblog !

FIND SUMMER OVER AT @aestva

#bby has his own blog FINGER GUNS #ill slowly move replies and such over there and stuff jfkdlas #but he's there

( & . @leohtly·

HE IS A BOY, GENTLE AS RAYS OF THE SUN, KISSING A PLANET OF BILLIONS 'GOOD MORN'. he is also a child. one who bleeds sunlight & ichor. droplets of crimson in-between, staining the ground red when it was shed. for all the horrors that tyler sees, sometimes even daily in visions bestowed upon him by the blood of gods which flow through his veins, he makes up for in kind with a softness… that this world of monsters, tends to rob demigods of from a young age. “ if you didn’t keep getting hurt, i wouldn’t need to keep getting so many more! “ scolds the boy, ethereal blue eyes shifting in the light of the sun as he is forced to look up to the tall male, whom dwarfs { the child of apollo }. “ besides, i thought you liked these ones better than the old ones? “

❝ I DIDN’T SAY I DISLIKED THEM . ❞ tepid sigh , fingertips dragging back through e b o n strands , pause to glance at the bandaids scattering across each digit ( each one like a small restraint when he flexes , a FROWN ! he dislikes the sensation more than most things , draws in a harried breath , shoves away memories that rise like SICKNESS in his throat . ) his head tilts down , shoulders taken a familiar slump , attempting to look smaller ---------- GENTLER ! ------------ around such a sweet presence . eyes hold within them a familial fondness never known to him before , a sight for only this SUNSHINE SON to behold . breathe a laugh ❝ get me my sense of touch back and i can attempt to not get hurt . ❞ hears a chatter behind him , shoulders tensed , a scalding and warning look given before looking back and sighing ❝ oh , i do , trust me . i would rather these . . . power rangers ? than whatever that last thing was , did you say it was japanese ? either way , it had evil eyes . ❞

#summer . talking about a cartoon : it had evil eyes #me : sh u tup fu skhalhgk lsjd #he's su ch af u ck in g problem of a man #he's a heathen that must be stopped how does ty put up with him #* / choking on ash and ruin (& WRITING .#leohtly

❝ DO YOU THINK MUCH ABOUT IT ? ❞ a hesitant breath , fingertips drawn in endless circles across his own palms * ( he mimics the motions that rory made the night before , trying to recreate the sensation of FEELING and COMFORT something he’d forgotten , something for him to never have again at least that’s what he’d thought , that it was what the FLAMES had wrought upon his skin . eyes caught somewhere between clear skies and lips that drip with honey / hues of home and freedom , a contradiction in existence hiding between each iris . he looks at the figure curiously , boots scuffing against the ground as he retains a different position he rests so that their knees press together , eager for the feeling with a touch feather light ( how are you so gentle , when your knuckles are scarred / and scarred / and scarred ? when you can still taste copper on your tongue and a fight drawn across your brow ? ) he brushes the hair from rory’s forehead , lets his hand fall only so their fingertips lay next to one another , an open invitation , a silent beckoning . ❝ how some of the gods are complete fucking assholes . ❞

( & @wntrsn

#big mood is i listened to the only exception by paramore while writing this #and just started crying and tearing up #lik e w t f maN i have so many feelings #also he's literally @ ing apollo like #come fight me u sunny bitch ur shit to ur kids ur sweet son ty i gotta beat ur ass #* / choking on ash and ruin (& WRITING .#wntrsn

❝ A FLOWERSHOP ? ❞ curiosity whispered on his breath , fingertips ghosting against the already fallen petals forgotten on a table , he dares not to linger too close -------- else the heat he bears is too GREAT and withers such breathtaking beauty . gaze rises to a lithe figure ( does she own the shop ? does she work here ? he can’t remember the last time he saw a such a Q U A I N T thing ) heart wrenching sigh , fingertips retracted , tucked away in his pockets to restrain his longing towards the s o f t e r things . ❝ do you know of any flowers that withstand EXTREME heat ? such as . . . summer in a desert ? ❞

( & @fllowershop

#* / choking on ash and ruin (& WRITING .#fllowershop #hiah i hope this is okay !#* / when the flowers wither i will rise again (& QUEUE .

❝ Y’LIKE STARING AT STRANGERS , KID ? ❞ brutality laden in tonement , voice pitched in the same way of a lion’s growl * ( it’s unintentional ---- he wishes it wasn’t ! how many times does one have to long for a gentled voice ? have to long for something soothing like moonlight ? BUT NOTHING IS GENTLE IN SUMMER . knife drug against the skin of an apple , over / and over / and over again . repetitive , a threat ?

blade used to place the sticky sweet crimson against his tongue , brows raising caught somewhere between curiosity and challenge alike fingertips tap against the hilt , he eats slowly , if only to aggravate further , to mock ----------- you never make it easy for yourself , do you ? ❝ if you’re curious about the knife , don’t be . it’s one of a kind , got it a LONG time ago . ❞

( & @glorybred

#* / choking on ash and ruin (& WRITING .#glorybred #jace : glances over for five seconds #summer : kid i will fuckin pummel u into the ground

❝ RUINS THE . . . AESTHETIC OF IT . ❞ gruff voice * ( though it is breathed out with such care ! he takes heed , if only for this boy . brow is furrowed , fingertips flexed with care , a certain CURIOSITY at the stretch of strange colors / strange fabrics over his knuckles . onyx hangs in his eyes , allows the touches to befall the SUFFOCATING / BURNING / BRIMSTONE AND FIRE of his skin . exhaled , only trained ears knowing the tune of a m u s e m e n t that hangs so achingly unfamiliar in the air . shifts forward so that elbows are resting on his knees , face tilted upwards a mocking prayer ? relinquish your trust in the hands of such a GENTLE being . ❝ careful , i know you just bought more of these , too many and you’ll have t’go back out again . ❞

( & @leohtly

#* / choking on ash and ruin (& WRITING .#leohtly #SURPRISE its for u

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