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{ this is now officially an archive. i'll be over here from now on. }
-weeps in the corner as i try to revive this account;
How have you been feeling lately, Cayden? Still crying over /him/?
♔ His eyes narrowed and he looked to his hands, realizing his nails were digging into his palms. "I feel like shit all the time, fuck you very much." A beat before he began to feel the sharp stinging sensation where his nails were embedded before removing them. "And after tomorrow, I won't cry over anythin' anymore. I won't haveta cry because I'm gonna be strong. I'm gonna protect what means the most to me - 'cause he's gonna need me. I know he will."
♔ "Twenty-four hours left. How fucked up is that--?" But then again, he'd feel free and he'd never have to worry again - so he could wait. He already suffered this long - though he really should heed Chronos' warning.
( -- ♔ "Ha--h! Haah!" It was useless, he grunted, as he fell to his knees, chest heaving. Kicking and punching wasn't exactly the best technique in self defense, but he never really had anything to defend until now. He had stolen one of a certain cherubs pistols and shot with an unsteady hand at his target (a piece of paper hanging off a branch), only making two holes out of the twenty bullets he had. And now, though he had been pretending to be fighting off a perpetrator, he was back to square one. Maybe he'd ask Judit for combat lessons...--
╰♗╮ ⇢ Of course the small angel’s attention drew over to the small boy not at all too far away; senses not yet fully developed making it impossible for him to tell whether or not the other was human. Grimacing slightly as the poor thing got smacked in the face by their toy on the way back down — Andrew couldn’t help but shuffle over and pick up the ball before it rolled away for good. “Uhm.” A pause as bright honey hues blinked; Andrew currently at an internal struggle whether to talk or not, knowing he was already in trouble for having stepped outside of his house (though he never recalled leaving). ” —- … are you okay?” And the ball was extended out in a bruised hand.
♔ Rubbing at his slowly bruising cheek, the pup sniffled and hobbled up, finally feeling the sharp sting of gravel in a wound that started from his knee down his leg. As if he had never hurt himself in the first place, he began to search for his new toy, only to see it was in that same blond's hands. He still couldn't tell if this was a boy or girl, so he tried to be polite - because he may still think girls were gross, but he had to be "a gentleman". "Me? Ja, 'm okay. Thank jou for giving me ball back!" He took the ball with one hand and stuck out his other one. "'m Cayden! Vat's jour name?" A pause, and remembered that the pack leader would always compliment a lady when he spoke to them. He did so, too, just to be safe. "Jou're very pretty, too!"
╰♗╮ ⇢ “Είμαι έξω?” —- he’s outside? But he wasn’t supposed to be outside, Joel would be furious! Eyes quickly scan about his surroundings — the small youth even hopping up to try and see beyond what he could but ——— he couldn’t see his familiar home anywhere! “Oh no —-!”
♔ Of course the second he strayed from the pack he'd get lost. But there was a ball rolling down the street and he wanted it - the shiny metallic thing - so he followed. Diving for the rather large ball he grabbed it in his dirty hands, scraping his knees in the process but he felt like it was worth it for his new toy. Shaking his head he tossed it up, only to spot something in his peripherals (human? A kid! Potential friend?), and in his distraction the ball came back down and smacked him in the face. It knocked him to the ground, the boy letting out a pathetic whine in the process. "Autsch! Stoopid ball..."
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♛ ( give me a sign — i want to “believe”; whoa, annabelrising:
i’d pay to see you frown; )
♔ There wasn't much his dulled senses could pick up nowadays, too focused on forgetting, be it things that made him separate from the human race, and then some, but he couldn't ignore that sixth sense of something different nearby. He looked up from where he sat on the concrete, toying with his fingers and playing with frayed ends of his shorts. She was pretty, at least but young. Very young -- it reminded him of his sister. He hoped she wasn't-- "Lost or somethin'?" Excuse the wolf because he wasn't very social anymore - life jaded him. But, in the back of his mind he was praying that she wasn't... -- Please don't let her be--
sighs.
so, i think i might take a few day break from my accounts. for, personal reasons. there are a few i may not go on for a while (ie: cayden and, possibly, quinnton), but there are personal reasons i can't really... disclose. anyway, i love you all and i'll be back eventually. thanks.
wait, werent you in a pretty serious relationship at one point, cayden? how did you become a whore so suddenly?
♔ The pup blinks, and then let’s his face fall - heart dropping into his stomach. “I’m… not a w-whore…” he mumbled, pushing his hair from his face. It made him feel disgusting all over again. “Charlie and I were good, but it ended. I ran away ‘cause I was scared… really scared, and then he left, too. It’s my fault. It’s… really my fault this is all so fucked up, y’know?” He doesn’t want to cry, because he was getting better, was he not? “It was to punish myself,” he admits quietly, “‘cause I had somethin’ good and I messed it all up and he’s gone. I ‘unno where he is, and I don’t think lookin’ for him will change anythin’.
"Fuck off, please? I don’t… owe anythin’ to anyone but him."