ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ--;

[shanaringan-deactivated20170728]

                 THE HONORED                              THE DREAMER

[alitisomnia-blog]

                         I’VE MOVED → thehonored

[alitisomnia-blog]

       screw it-- it was gonna happen anyways.. Total revamp of this blog!        archiving this one most likely.

[alitisomnia-blog]

     logs in to yell at you people...!!!! who cried tho?

[alitisomnia-blog]

                       --and honor.

[foudrv-archived]

            Deafening is the ringing that splits one’s       skull—ringing that nearly immobilizes a soldier       of the cosmos. Where placidity should be blooming,       there is a hellish storm the likes of which cannot       be tamed brewing beneath lithe personage’s entirety.       Flesh withholding the ignition mentioned prior like       wax that clings to a wick.

                    But desperation isn’t a factor, it seems.               Oh, but how unsurprising that is. To bear               one’s stability and steadiness like armor               comes only as natural. S T A T U E S Q U E .               Yet she can’t rid herself of the bewilderment               in his placement. Where his name should spill               past supple grooves, all that reacts is the               rippling with nautical hues blessed by                                                             crystalline resplendence.

              The silence is even more deafening.                                    “…”

[alitisomnia-blog]

            He remains silent. Only if to form words in his head. Zack      had thought the worst had happened to her... After he’d been      reunited with all his companions but her. Even Aerith found her      way back to him. Truth be told he thought she had succumbed      to whatever injuries she had when she faced Bhunivelze. Not      so far fetched to believe it. She fought a god after all. But, he      should have be stilled more faith in her.

        ❝ I thought you were as good as dead... ❞

[ysgramur]

“boy oh boy…The price of freedom is steep.”

[foudrv-archived]

          “Then you’re just looking in the wrong places.”                And it’s then that tone strikes, like a veiled             maelstrom daring to carry one away. Expressionism             contorts to that of bewilderment whilst a crown             of roseate teeters toward the source of boyish             exudation. Were it not for composure being held             deep within clenched fists, silence would not be             possible when eyes of oceanic splendor meet that of the sky’s.

                            “…” Breath hinges, flesh ignites.

[alitisomnia-blog]

      ❝ Yeah-- Guess you could be right...      I’m bettin’ you know the right places? ❞

             He turns to face his company then.. Finally catching sight      of familiarity that had long since been missed. It wasn’t until now      that he’d understood why her tone resounded so loudly in his      ears and made his heart pick up pace. Was it not her? Or had he      gone crazy. A likely trigger of his traumatized person. She’d been      missing since the world had paused and it had hurt him like no      monster nor bullet had. And yet, roseate still stood before him when      his eyes closed to adjust to the brightness-- To blink away her vision.

         ❝ Light--? ❞

[foudrv-archived]

          “Not exactly.”

[alitisomnia-blog]

       ❝ ...well... my day was pretty rough.       y’unno. Earnin’ a livin’ in this ‘new’ world             isn’t as easy as the old. Used to be        a mercenary. Fought monsters and bad guys.                Can’t find any of that anymore. ❞ 

[alitisomnia-blog]

        ❝ Rough day, huh? ❞

foudrv

[zentennoohime-blog]

Sometimes…                                           The fear of losing someone                                                     is so much more                                                      P O W E R F U L                                            Than the fear of [[ Death ]]

[clroff1]

[quoted-books]

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind (via empathxia)

[estramor-deactivated20231029]

[alitisomnia-blog]

and, often, living nobly means not living long.

[keithjcastillo-deactivated20200]

…Days go on forever

But I have not left your side…

[alitisomnia-blog]

             —— when did my mask become my face ?

[fuckyeahffboys]

Zack (Crisis Core) | かりん