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I’m not going to delete this blog, but it is definitely an archive now. If anyone wants to get back in contact with me, though, send me an ask and I’ll tell you how to reach me! I have the blog set to notify me when I get messages.

Drags my hands down my face

I’ve been clearing out my email all day, deleting old accounts and tumblrs, and now is when I find the log in for this thing.

#ooc;

broken-in-the-light-a-blog

"Our child."

aschthebravevesperian

You certainly don't remember doing that with him.

"Our what?!"

#brokeninthelight #ashen rp;#crack thread;#[[ Omg hi ]]

steadfastxvigilante

There are a few things that might make someone like Yuri Lowell flinch, but a sword isn’t one of them.

It’s a common occurrence, to find himself at the pointed end of several blades, at the brunt of several piercing glares, but he has grown a thick enough skin to endure it all. One really doesn’t have much of a choice, having been born into a world full of knives and people who knew how to use them the wrong way. You either learn how to dodge or feed yourself enough iron to survive the blood loss.

Stepping closer, the tip of the blade presses against his throat, a thin red line drawing from that point to his collarbone. Not anyone will realize the significance of this action, but maybe… just maybe… Asch will.

He remains perfectly still, gray eyes oozing with resolve.

"What, too scared to dig for the answer yourself, so you’re making it my job to give you a reason to stay? What do you take me for?" His eyebrows knit into a frown, voice thick with venom. "I’m not some anchor you hold onto to keep yourself from floating away. Find the answer yourself."

Because it won’t mean anything unless it’s done that way.

aschthebravevesperian

You step closer, lowered your blade arm slowly so you didn't accidentally impale him.

"I'm not the one who's scared, Yuri," you murmur, gaze still locked with his. "I know why I stay. I just need to know if you do, as well."

You flick your blade to the side, watching the line of red grow longer. It was stark against his pale skin. If it was meant to symbolize anything, the meaning was lost on you. With your free hand you do dare to reach up and press your thumb to the end of the mark, watching the blood bead up against your pressure.

Without waiting for much of answer, your voice echoes in the empty chamber. "Why are you angry?" Why do you care? "I'm here now, aren't I?"

#steadfastxvigilante #ashen rp;#[[ Ahaha sorry OTL #Mm I've been on a fe w of my other blogs and they all type like this p much ]]

whiteroseoftruth-deactivated201

What is one thing you really like about how I play my character?

#meme

steadfastxvigilante

Gone for months and that’s the first thing he says. It doesn’t come off as a surprise to see him looking down, since Asch seemed to do it often whenever he was feeling particularly… blue. It’s funny because Yuri usually likened him to the color red.

Right now it’s a little unsettling rather than funny, though.

"That’s one way to look at things." The words flow out of his mouth naturally, the steadiness in his voice practiced for many times, and Yuri silently thanks the spirits that he can act like nothing’s out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, however, his features stiffen just a tiny bit.

"I’m not gonna ask where you ran off to, but a little heads up would’ve been nice."

aschthebravevesperian

The slight stiffening of those familiar features give you pause. Your gaze lifts, and for the first time in nearly half a year your eyes find his. Unlike before, you don't flinch away. You hold his eyes and don't back down.

"I couldn't tell you if you wanted me to. I don't actually remember where I've been. But maybe next time I leave I'll remember to tell you where I'm going," you say. "I'm forgetful, though, so perhaps that's not the safest bet."

You're not sure what to do now. Hesitation in your stride, you walk towards him. You have to think of something -- anything, any excuse. This false confidence given to you by empty worded banter won't last, and you weren't ready to see him.

Before your mind realizes what your body is doing, your sword is out and pointing at his throat. Your mouth seems to be moving as well, and you're only partially aware of what you're saying.

"...speaking of reminders. Maybe you should take this opportunity to remind me why I bother coming back at all. It might give me a little incentive to stay a bit longer this time."

#steadfastxvigilante #ashen rp;#[[ Ah; do you? If it's not to your taste I can write in a different way! ]]

aschthebravevesperian

Like A Bullet Through Your Heart

failedreplication

As Sync worked through papers in his room, he heard something from the other soldiers in the hallways that he didn’t think he’d hear. Normally, he didn’t pay attention to these things. But the words he heard made him glad that he was paying attention.

Sync bolted up from his desk and quickly left his room, not even bothering to close the door behind himself. He walked quickly at first, and then it became a job and it didn’t take long for him to start sprinting down the hallways to where he knew he was.

His lungs began to burn as he burst into Asch’s office, mind racing as he saw Asch there. Without even thinking, he threw himself at Asch, arms holding onto him tightly.

"A-Asch…." he said softly. He buried his face in Asch’s neck. "I… You’re here…. Really…"

aschthebravevesperian

Your heart gave a jolt when the door to your office burst open. You hadn't been here in awhile, and honestly, you hadn't planned on coming back. But you remembered something you needed that you'd left behind in your closet.

When you turned, your body was tense and ready to attack the intruder -- but you hesitated when you saw who it was, and the next thing you knew you had an armful of green-haired teen.

You're not sure, exactly, how to react. But you find you like the way the red of your hair intermingles with the green of his. You open your mouth, not sure exactly what you're going to say. Hello? Goodbye? You're squeezing too tight?

"You're still short," is what you finally decide to say. "Don't you know what milk is?"

#brokenmaskedreplica #ashen rp;

steadfastxvigilante

"You’re late."

aschthebravevesperian

You startle slightly. You weren't expecting a visitor so soon. You're not... displeased, at who it was, though. You want to step closer, to ask how he is, to reacquaint yourself with his hands, his scent, his presence... but you're not sure if you're allowed.

You stand still, instead, and bow your head to look at the floor.

"...Maybe you're just early."

#steadfastxvigilante #[[ omg same #sass master asch wow hi ]]

Like A Bullet Through Your Heart

You weren't sure, exactly, how long you'd been gone.

Days bled into weeks... and then weeks into months. Sooner rather than later, you realized you'd been away from home for half a year. You wonder if anyone remembered your face. You wondered if you remembered theirs.

Your footsteps echoed through the empty hallways of your home. You weren't sure when you arrived, and you weren't sure how long you'd stay. Surely there had to have been people waiting for you? Missing you, perhaps? There are days when you're not certain there is much left of you to miss.

You sit down at your desk... it's covered in a thin layer of dust. You stare for awhile, saying nothing, doing nothing. And finally, you gingerly pick up every item from your desk and wipe the dust away, tenderly cleaning each piece. As you clean, you consider the imprints the objects left behind. The dust was a bit like you, you think. The people you've met left all sorts of imprints in you, of all shapes and sizes. Some bigger than others, some deep, some shallow. And you in turn blanketed them in a sheer veil of age, sometimes only visible if they really looked.

You finished cleaning the various items that had cluttered your desk, and finally stop to stare at the desktop itself. Then, carefully, you place your palm down... and wipe away the dust that remained.

For, in a way, also like the dust... you could be cleaned away and made new again. No one would be the wiser. You were a simple man, unobtrusive and able to fade to the back of many a person's memory, ready to start over again when life allowed you to cross paths again.

Returning each object to their proper place, you allow one more moment of silence... mourning, you guess, for the man you no longer were. Then you reach up to the small radio on the shelf above your head and let it play a song, something you've never heard before, and quietly begin to rearrange everything.

The man you are now likes the song that plays.

#ashen rp;

lilyofaltosk replied to your post:(( squint. Am I ready to be here again? Hmm. ))

[[FRIEND 8D]]

[[ Oh hello, do I know you? ]]

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//breathes heavily//

[[ And there's Corrine ]]

floremipsum replied to your post:(( squint. Am I ready to be here again? Hmm. )) See, I knew everyone missed you~ <3

[[ x3 It's wonderful to feel loved ]]

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[[ Yes hi <3 ]]

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[[ Blushu ]]

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[[ MINKY <333 ]]

#out of ash;

For some reason, it feels like you've forgotten something important.

#[[ Yeah like existing you shithead ]]#ashen rp;

(( squint. Am I ready to be here again? Hmm. ))

sharpshootaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

….why are you naked…?

aschthebravevesperian

...Because some people are horrid.

I've been staying in the Malkuth Castle for a bit. The Emperor declared it... "Naked Day" or some nonsense, then stole all of my clothes from the laundry. I've been looking for something to wear.

I'm just going to stay to my room.

#ash colored rp;#fonicwings

Throws a sleepy Sync at you