* CRIMSON / SINS .

midday  or  midnight  ,  a  bloody  lotus  is  still  crimson .

[lifeinpoetry]

No one asks what you really are before grinding you into dirt — I taste like rancid blood. I taste like the earth set aflame.

— Kanika Lawton, from “On Political(ized) Life,” published in Poets Resist

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𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃  𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙀  𝙁𝙊𝙍𝘾𝙀  (  𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏  𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀  𝘼  𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙀  )  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃  𝙎𝙀𝙄𝙕𝙀𝘿  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈  𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿  𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏.          solemnity  within  beloved  colleague’s  features  was  far  from  reassuring,          presenting  only  the  austerity  that  was  synonymous  with  lack  of  jest.          a  tumult  of  emotion  suddenly  flooded  every  corner  of  lieutenant  colonel’s  mind:          venomous  anger,  deep-rooted  fear,  confusion,  regret  and  betrayal.          for  what  was  hidden  far  beneath  the  depths  of  a  heart  so  guarded,          was  little  more  than  a  dismissal  of  years  of  pain:          both  long  passed  and  yet  to  arrive.  unbridled  rage  rose  from  expanded  lungs,          but  was  trapped  at  the  tip  of  a  tongue  that  bled  relentlessly  with  words  unspoken.          digits  curled  around  themselves,          shaking  with  the  intensity  of  every  colliding  feeling.          arm  drew  back,  braced  to  make  the  swing  with  every  ounce  of  incited  anger.          scowl  contorted  lips  before  parting  to  let  loose  those  words  that  held  devastating  truth.          but  stayed  was  that  blow,  restrained  by  what  little  rationality  remained.

𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎  𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔  𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃  𝘼𝙉  𝘼𝘽𝙍𝙐𝙋𝙏  𝘾𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆  𝙊𝙁  𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙎  𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏  𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙀.          panic  filled  violet,  drained  the  color  from  features  known  for  indecipherable  stoicism.          a  secret  that  meant  life  or  death  was  nearly  exposed,          brandished  like  heart  upon  soldier’s  sleeve.          the  very  notion  of  losing  (  again  )  that  which  was  held  so  dear  was  more  frightening  than  any  monster  that  craved  blood  and  death.        nearly  brought  to  bruised  knees,          the  solitary  crusade  to  atonement  and  recovery  was  still  yet  one  that  continued  to  wear  down  impenetrable  walls  that  kept  fragile  soul  out  of  vulnerability’s  path.          even  as  the  weight  of  the  world  was  unrelenting  as  it  pushed  this  desperate  form  deeper  into  the  ground,          there  was  no  other  choice  but  to  steel  emotions  and  bury  them  so  far  away  that  their  truth  could  never  be  sought.

         ‘  no.  stop  saying  things  like  that.  if  anyone  is  going  to  come  out  of  this  alive,  it’s  you.  it  …  has  to  be.  now  shut  up  and  get  some  rest.  it’s  been  a  long  day  for  both  of  us.  ’

i  failed  to  keep  that  promise  before  you  even  asked  me.  i’ve  lost  you  once  already,  and  i’ll  die  before  i  let  that  happen  again.

unprompted  .  /  @fauxphase  .

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your mother fucking life ends 30 minutes from now.

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(  believinghxpe  /  yoru  .  )

                       FUCK , DON’T LOOK AT ME.      he can just feel his staring. he dreaded this meeting more than anything. after what…. happened , guren was the one person he wanted to avoid more than anyone else. yoru keeps his head down , afraid to turn around. he didn’t want to show him his ( tears. )  it felt so hard to breathe , to speak , to live.  his words choke up just a tad , but he shoves his emotions down and tries to keep his composure.  “ i told you , i’m fine. it’s nothing…. i - i’ll – ”  fuck.    “ …. i’ll come back to school. i was just… sick and tired during the past few days. ”

          ‘  uh  huh  ...  you’re  a  really  bad  liar.  ’  𝙂𝘼𝙕𝙀  𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙀𝘿,  𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙑𝙊𝙆𝙀𝘿  𝘽𝙔  𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.          he  recognized  the  break  in  yoru’s  voice,  yet  chose  not  to  address  it.  despite  his  vehement  protests,  guren  did  not  budge  from  his  position:          did  not  move  closer,          but  certainly  did  not  shy  away.  an  innate  empathy  (  blooming  forcefully  in  a  brittle  chest  )  immediately  gripped  at  his  heart,          and  though  never  claiming  to  be  gifted  with  such  sentiment,  it  lingered  in  his  soul  as  a  notion,          an  intuition  that  would  never  fade.  ‘  i’m  not  stupid,  you  know.  tell  me  or  don’t,  i  don’t  care,  but  i’m  not  leaving  until  you  do.  ’

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(  fauxphase  /  shinya  .  )

                ❛   i see  ,   ❜            a pause  ,   soiled palm hovering in place  ,   stayed with phantom warmth  .   ❛   how clumsy  ,   lieutenant colonel  ,   &   how foolish walking around carelessly  .   ❜   flippant manner  ,   hiiragi pacing to a nearby cabinet    ——    in which is a basic medical kit  ,   inadequate  ,   yet his single option    ——    then returning to rest bloodied gloves on the others shoulder  .   yanking  ,   he hooks his foot to guren’s ankle  ,   sprawling them both on the office couch        (   now tarnished  ,   stain already forming   )        &   straddles hips  ,   hand still secured on a broad shoulder to keep his patient pinned  .   shinya angles his torso  ,   tutting any resistance  ,   while his free hand digs in the box for wipes   &   disinfectant  .   ❛   sit pretty  .   you move  ,   i dislocate your shoulder  .   want an extended stay in the infirmary————    with that nurse who hates your guts   ?   ❜

          ‘  what  the  f  —————  !!  ’          𝙎𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉  𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉  𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙒  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈  𝙃𝙄𝙎  𝙇𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙎  𝘼𝙉  𝙀𝙓𝘼𝘾𝙀𝙍𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿  𝙔𝙀𝙇𝙋,          𝘼  𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿  𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙔  𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙁𝘼𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾  𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃  𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙔𝘼’𝙎  𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍.          rapid  fall  (  courtesy  of  stolen  balance  )  was  broken  quickly  by  the  lumpy  sofa,          and  gratitude  must  at  least  have  been  given  to  the  sniper’s  sleight  of  hand.          nonetheless  lieutenant  colonel’s  disposition  was  immediately  clear  within  the  glower  that  set  upon  his  face.  suddenly  his  vision  was  enshrouded  by  shinya’s  form,  left  guren  cursing  the  position  with  which  he  had  taken  with  him.  never  one  for  subtly,  huh  shinya.  the  hasty  motion,  however,          sent  his  head  into  a  spiral:          violet  eyes  closed  against  nauseating  sensation  as  shinya’s  low  threat  was  delivered  with  an  underlying  concern.  ‘  and  you  want  to  be  responsible  for  injuring  a  valuable  officer  the  day  before  deployment  ...  ??  a  little  bit  over  the  top,  d  -  don’t  you  think  ??  ’

[duellatore-a]

@bloodsyn / guren ichinose - something for his birthday.

she was aware that he wished for little-to-no fuss regarding this particular day. and musashi had done so well to ensure that she remain calm, cool and collected as humanly possible ( though the temptation was there ). but she found herself at his office, a joyous and rhythmic knock ensued to indicate who was at the door. upon entry, hands rested behind upon the small of her back as the vibrant woman strolled in with an all too pleasant countenance adorned.

❝ now      before you say anything, you should know by now that trying to tell me to not make a fuss of you, especially on such an occasion goes against my very nature. but even so, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so… ❞

hands brought around that presented a small and neatly tied pouch of sorts, closing the distance between one another as she offered her gift to him while her smile was maintained. thought, care and precision was taken into her present to the other, prompting that he may untie and open to see what musashi had prepared.

❝ My uncle taught me how to do these as a child, so I thought that I would craft a charm bracelet for you. There is a decorated talisman on it that is said to protect the person who wears it and bring luck to them. and I want you to stay safe.. ❞

she leaned closer, mere inches apart. pressing the soft flesh of her lips upon his cheek ever so briefly. it was a gesture that only she could bestow to another, knowing that in a world filled with tragedy and darkness - a little light and joy would certainly pose of no harm. eventually, she pulled away as a gentle flush crept upon pale cheeks; addressing him with typical softness in her voice.

❝ happy birthday, guren. ❞

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𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀  𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿  𝙄𝙉  𝙐𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿  𝙎𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙈𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔,          𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀  𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿  𝙄𝙉  𝙄𝙂𝙉𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀  𝙏𝙊  𝘿𝘼𝙔’𝙎  𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙉𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀.          through  the  quiet,          an  exchange  was  made:  comfort  in  sharing  like  space  and  attuning  to  the  other’s  aura.          each  set  of  eyes  paced  aimlessly  across  their  own  pages,          and  reluctant  distance  maintained  by  soldiers’  obligation.            the  hands  of  the  great  clock  upon  the  mantle  continued  to  count  the  seconds  that  passed  unceremoniously:  a  languid  rhythm  that  provoked  eyes  to  lift  and  dart  toward  the  other  in  undefined  intervals.

𝙇𝙐𝙓𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙇𝙔  𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍  𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙇𝙇  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝙎𝙊𝙊𝙉  𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙀𝘿,          𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀  𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙀  𝙊𝙁  𝙈𝙀𝙏𝘼𝙇  𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏  𝙄𝙉𝙆  𝙋𝙊𝙏  𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙇  𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀.          lieutenant  colonel  announced  the  completion  of  his  work  as  he  stood  to  take  his  leave  —————  docile  motions  soon  interrupted  by  the  call  of  his  name  in  tender  tonality.          gloved  digits  had  since  reached  for  the  door  knob,  and  was  retracted  and  form  turned  to  face  his  companion.          curious  violet  eyes  followed  broad  form  as  kureto  approached,          widening  subtly  as  a  small  box  was  placed  into  his  hand.          lips  parted  to  deliver  puzzled  inquisition,        but  kureto,  (  always  a  step  ahead  )  offered  his  words  in  a  similarly  somber  mannerism.

𝘼  𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿  𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙀𝘿  𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇  𝙊𝙁  𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝙉𝙊𝙏  𝙄𝙉  𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙉,          𝘽𝙐𝙏  𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙏  𝙂𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙀𝘿  𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃  𝘼  𝙉𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙂𝙄𝘾  𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒  𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏  𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙋𝙏𝙀𝘿  𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀.          fond  recollections  of  years  that  seemed  to  long  forgotten,          so  far  lost  that  reliving  them  seemed  hopeless.            gone  now  were  those  days  that  were  spend  in  temporary  joviality,  (  like  a  recompense  for  the  needless  fear  and  submission  that  was  demanded  of  them.  )  a  time  when  father  and  son  could  live  as  such.  despite  such  loss,  there  was  still  memories  to  gain  and  cherish  with  equal  sentiment:  a  revelation  made  as  the  box  was  carefully  opened  to  reveal  an  elegant  gift.  cast  in  luminosity  that  befit  a  remnant  of  the  ichinose  bloodline  (  crimson,  as  the  lotus  he  was  named  for  —————  violet,  for  the  denotation  of  what  reverence  lingering  within  his  eyes.  )          a  symbol  of  his  lineage  gifted  to  him  by  the  only  one  who  fought  at  his  side  to  save  it  represented  stories  that  couldn’t  even  hope  to  come  to  life  by  the  spoken  word.

          i  am  an  ichinose,  born  an  ichinose,  and  i  stand  as  an  ichinose.

𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉  𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀  𝙋𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙀  𝙈𝘼𝙔  𝙎𝙃𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙍  𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏,  𝙄𝙏  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿  𝙏𝙊  𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙍  𝙄𝙉  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝘿𝘼𝙒𝙉’𝙎  𝘿𝙀𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙍𝘼𝙔𝙎.          now  a  lotus  was  depicted  upon  the  collar  of  his  uniform:  vibrant  as  the  emotions  that  his  heart  held  so  dear.  a  sturdy  nod  of  his  head  followed  kureto’s  words,          and  guren  soon  realized  the  colors  of  that  flower  would  mean  a  lot  more  than  his  origin.          the  efforts  and  consolations  of  he  who  had  stood  at  his  side  from  the  beginning  would  not  soon  be  forgotten,  and  certainly  not  lost  —————  as  they  were  now  bared  to  the  light  of  day  as  a  token  worn  proudly  and  graciously.

          ‘  you’re  making  it  increasingly  difficult  for  me  to  lose  sight  of  who  i  am.  thank  you,  truly.  i  can’t  imagine  a  finer  gift.  ’

guren  day  2019  .  /  accepting  .  /  @demisurge  .

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          ‘  just  ...  keep  performing  your  duties.  there’s  absolutely  nothing  different  about  today  than  any  other.  ’

[lmaonade]

oh i am just a bastard 

[lmaonade]

*leans back in my chair and clasps my hands* i am just a bastard. 

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(  fauxphase  /  shinya  .  )

                ❛    …    are you trying to piss me off   ?   ❜            with a barrage of orders  ,   what is typically left as banter between them————    neither good listeners  .   it’s a tell  ,   redundant amidst the iron tang of air   &   wet sheen slicking black  .   remorseless  ,   shinya delves digits into guren’s hair  ,   tugging matted sections until a gash is revealed  .   breath stills  ,   resumed by its shallowness  .   ❛   finally  ,   you’ve had the bludgeoning you deserve  .   who was it   ?   ❜

@bloodsyn  .

          ‘  eyyy ...  that  hurts,  idiot  ...  a  slab  of  concrete,  actually  ...  ’          𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙏𝙊  𝙀𝙑𝘼𝘿𝙀  𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃  𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉  𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃  𝘼  𝙌𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙆  𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀  𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙋  𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔  𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙀𝘿  𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍’𝙎  𝙂𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀  :  𝙉𝙊𝙒  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙎𝙊𝙉.  words  offered  in  vague  response  deviated  from  complete  truth  ————  exaggerated  grimace  being  the  height  of  his  honesty.  (  thrown  from  staircase’s  peak  by  vampire  noble’s  brutish  grasp.  )

[lifeinpoetry]

Look, you who never asked for this: it’s the bearing that hurts. Not the losing. It’s the carrying on.

— Devin Kelly, from “My Mother, the Day She Knows the Ones Who Died in the Shooting,” published in Foundry

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          ‘  fine  ...  ’

𝙂𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿  𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿  𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿  𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍  𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏  𝙏𝙊  𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈  𝙄𝙏𝙎  𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙋,          𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏  𝘼𝙎  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙒𝘼𝙑𝙀𝘿  𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙀𝘿𝙀𝘿  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙀.          the  sturdiness  in  her  tone  was  almost  as  sharp  as  a  blade,          whose  tip  edged  closer  and  closer  to  his  heart.  how  cowardly,          to  shy  away  from  that  pain  by  letting  her  go  with  no  further  protest.          time  and  time  again  she  had  affirmed  that  this  departure  was  not  within  his  control,          and  yet  regret  would  still  linger,        looming  over  his  head  like  a  sinister  cloud.

          ‘  be  safe  then.  ’

confrontation  .  /  accepting  .  /  @duellatore  .

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❝ quit getting in my face. ❞ >:///

          ‘  why  don’t  you  try  listening  to  me  for  once  in  your  life  then  !?  you’re  gonna  sit  there  and  tell  me  to  back  off  when  i  try  to  help  you,  immediately  after  you  pull  the  same  shit  with  me  ??  i  know  a  lot  more  about  what’s  going  on  than  you  think  i  do,  so  shut  up  and  pay  attention.  i  don’t  care  what  you  do  in  your  free  time,  but  when  it  starts  to  affect  your  performance  at  work,  that’s  when  i  care.  don’t  try  and  tell  me  that  nothing’s  changed,  because  it  has,  otherwise  i  wouldn’t  bother  having  this  conversation  with  you.  now,  before  you  go  and  get  yourself  killed,  tell  me  what’s  going  on  so  i  can  help  you.  ’

confrontation  .  /  accepting  .  /  @mitojujoo  .

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i’ve  been  back  on  this  blog  for  like  an  hour  and  i’m  already  being  viciously  attacked,

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(  mitojujoo  /  mito  .  )

@bloodsyn / guren ichinose - random starter JUST BECAUSE.

❝ So, about that day off. ❞

          ‘  yes  ...  ??  what  about  it  ??  ’

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Confrontation! Sentence Memes

You don’t think of anyone but yourself.

Admit it, you’re scared aren’t you?

You’re out of control!

I hardly ever recognize you anymore, you’ve changed.

You spend all your time locked up doing lord knows what!

Don’t sneak up on me like that.

I heard the commotion last night… it must of been a terrible dream.

Listen, about last night…

Here’s a tip, stop hiding behind excuses each time someone is worried about you.

Why are you alone most of the time?

Weren’t you friends with them?

Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?

I should have known better… than to be fooled by you.

You’re pretty satisfied with serving on your knees most of the time, huh?

Quit getting in my face.

I’m warning you, get off my back.

I didn’t need your help.

What’s your problem with me?

You say you don’t recognize me, but you’re the one who’s changed.

When will you quit pretending to care? I’m tired of your lip service.

You can’t stand being next to me. Why is that?

Not everyone is going to leave you, but not everyone is going to stay.

You’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.

How many have you killed?

What if they catch you?

This is dangerous…

I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your father/mother…

You’re tired of fighting, aren’t you?

What have you ever gotten out of this?

They’re using you. 

I was only using you.

I’ve known your secret this entire time.

Do you really think no one will find out?

Someone is bound to see the true you and I’ll be there for your reckoning.

You only push me away. Let me help.

Are you suggesting we commit treason?

Don’t fool yourself, you’re just as loathsome as I am.

Stop. I won’t have these unnecessary misgivings. Focus on your task.

Your skepticism is easy to read. What is it that you’re doubting?

In the end, we’ve only gotten more pain. I’m sick of this.

You’re going to run away?

We’re escaping. Tonight.

Make no mistake, we’re not friends.

You’re low. Lower than scum.

I’m only helping you this once.

Be a little more grateful about my help, you would of been a goner.

You can’t do this alone, let me go with you.

You keep can’t doing this yourself, let me intervene I’m sure we can resolve this.

You keep being singled out, it isn’t fair.

Quit mothering me, I said I’ve got this under control.

Maybe you should stop worrying about me and look at yourself first.

Help me? You could hardly help yourself.

Of course making friends would be easy for you, you’re eager to please.

You really are an emotionless robot.

How can you brush me off, if you’ve never even given me a chance?

Don’t touch me.

Get out.

Get away from them!

Watch out!

You’re in danger.

Your loved one is in danger.

If you won’t do it, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind being in your place.

Please. Talk to me.

Don’t you ever say that again.

Don’t pretend we’re friends.

It was easy for your friends to abandon you. 

Shut up!

Let go of me.

Tell them how you really feel.

You’re not fooling anyone with your haughty display of strength.

Offended? I’m surprised. I thought you were hollow and unfeeling.

Tell me where it is.

 You said you’d never lie to me.

There’s nothing wrong in doing what is absolutely necessary. The ends justify the means.

You obey order without question, you’re just a docile dog aren’t you?

Maybe if you stopped being such an ice queen people would enjoy being around you.

You scorn others around you but you’ve never once stopped to open your eyes.

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(  duellatore  /  musashi  .  )

❝ where have you been !! ❞ she’s one step away from tackling him to the ground.

          ‘  oh,  y’know  ...  out  and  about,  here  and  there,  to  and  fro,  hither  and  thither.  heh  ...  did  you  miss  me  ??  ’