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#isalarevas #* submission #( Michelle - it is imperative that you learn that there is indeed a difference between Russia and Serbia )#( I am not Serbian nor am I Siberian before you make the mistake )#* tbd #submission

( ALBATROSS ):

There was a mighty fuss in her, of which she wouldn’t speak of or about— constantly fidgeting with the food on her plate before her. Gaze locked with that of the wooden grain on the table, rarely did it waver away to look at the former Spirit beside her. There was a plate before him of greens ( an attempt to stomach food most likely ) that was considerably untouched. Suddenly she stood up, hand reaching over to the plate only to furiously tip from the underside upward. Pleased to watch the salad fly up into the air & instantly topple all over the floor matched with the clattering of the plate on the ground, she spins on her heels & walks away.

HE WATCHED as the leafy greens were thrown into the air, pallid eyes focused on their momentary airborne state before descending towards the ground. In a pitiable slump they landed, sprawling outward into a wet, oily mess as the condiment that adorned the strange food seeped into the floorboards. Cole remained motionless, watching only the subtlest of movements derived from gravity’s pull, only to lift his head and watch as Cenah paced away in a proud huff. For the first time in the spirit’s very short human lifespan, he had been genuinely confused by her motives.

#isalarevas #submission

👻 IT YOU! Widdle ghostie!

❛ I AM REAL. ’

#isalarevas

❛ NO. ’

#* dashboard commentary #( нет. )

( VULTURE ):

“Not…if it is avoidable, no. Destruction should never be anything but the last resort of good men. Everything is precious in its own way, Cole.”

❛ LIFE AND death--freedom and imprisonment. It’s the same, they whisper. They always whisper. We always repeat the mistakes we make.

#hoboblaidd

( VULTURE ):

“Good. Come with me and let us speak of the Fade and not wonton destruction of property.”

❛ EVEN IF you believe it to be your own? ’

#hoboblaidd #( are you attempting to engage in small talk with me? )

isalarevas:

✗ || Bats eyelashes at. ＂So on a scale of one to a lot how mad would you be if the Tavern just exploded?＂

becamehim

Cole greatly disapproves.

#isalarevas #( is this honestly what you rushed me on here with urgency for? )

hoboblaidd:

becamehim

“YOU DO NOT NEED TO ANSWER THAT COLE.”

❛ I DO not wish to. ’

#hoboblaidd

taKE A GODDAMNED COMPLIMENT FROM THESE STRANGERS YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF ALL THESE NICE PEOPLE

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#isalarevas #to be deleted.

I just want to say that your Cole is breath taking! You really have a knack for writing him and I love seeing your writing!

Спасибо.

#( I am uncertain where these messages are coming from but thank you. )#outofmind.#Anonymous

You're fantastic, and I hope your night is filled with nothing but the best. We all get down, but remember to keep your chin up, because nothing is forever, and everything is temporary.

Спасибо.

#anonymous #( I am rarely here #but thank you. )#outofmind.

did you know all the knight commanders are voiced by gackt? is lambert gackt? should we all live as we were gonna die tomorrow?

I quit.

#*tbd #aeqxitarian

( ALBATROSS )

✗ || Tentative steps taken towards the male— she wasn’t going out of her way to be quiet or cautious, Cenah knew that Cole was very much aware of her presence. No need to hide or sneak about. Distance between them was closed within seconds, turning on her heel before sitting so that her back was to his. Lightly she leaned back against his own, but not so much as to burden him. Attention was wanted, not to be a distraction. ＂…. Are you busy?＂

becamehim

❛ YOU ARE. ’ He leaned forward, then back; rocking within his seat, her form moving with him. Like the ebb and flow of a tide drawn by the moon’s pull. Oh, she was the moon to his pliable, expansive ocean. Always moving, always changing within the world’s stagnant embrace.

‘ Your hands are. They want to be. ’

#isalarevas #( I am not here for your entertainment Michelle. )

She knows she can't sneak up behind him without him knowing of her presence-- but that /wasn't/ the point. The point was to pester him & so she was. Walking on the balls of her feet, hands retracted to her chest in a limp position as if mimicking a poor stereotype of a ghost. & she speaks in a hushed breathless whisper standing behind the poor boy-- ＂Spooky, scary skeletons send shivers down your spine! Shrieking skulls will shock your soul... Seal your doom tonight!＂

HE WAS aware of her encroaching presence far more than she might have realized. Itching, waiting, anticipating. He knew. He did not move, but he knew. Hunched were his shoulders, pallid fingers tugging at the loose threads where the hem was no longer intact and watching diligently as the fabric came undone.

‘ Are they cold?” His eyes did not move from their preoccupied point. “Do you shiver-- SHUDDER, SHATTER, SHAKE? I did not know they were mages. ’

#isalarevas #( I find it difficult to believe ths is what you asked me to log on for. )

"If a seagull flies over the sea, what flies over the bay? A bagel!"

❛ I DON’T... understand. ’

#isalarevas #( why do you exist. )

❛ I DID NOT MISS. ’

#* dashboard commentary.

❛ SLEEPING, DREAMING--screaming, feeling. Let the sleeping dogs lie, they said, but what truths can they tell? ’

#* open: mutuals only.#* short.

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