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[cyfy-blog1]

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[somemusiings]

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“Who did this to you?”

“You have pretty eyes.”

“Should you be doing that?”

“There’s no place like home.”

“Why ask for the moon when you can have the stars?”

“Okay, go ahead, tell me the joke.”

“Where’s your mother?”

“Do your parents know you’re out here? Does anyone know?”

“We all have secrets: the ones we keep…and the ones that are kept from us.”

“Do you have enough money for that?”

“You look just like her.”

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“Do you want a friend?”

“That’s not a nice word!”

“Were they mean to you?”

“I’m sorry they were mean to you.”

“Everyone’s afraid of something.”

“People are frightened by what they don’t understand.”

“Don’t doubt yourself, kiddo. Doubt kills.”

“Aren’t you too young to say that?”

“You’ve never seen that movie?”

“Are you crying?”

“Smile, kid! You won’t be this young forever.”

“You have siblings?”

“Well, do you want a little sister?”

“Well, do you want a little brother?”

“I’m sure she’s/he’s looking down on you.”

“Hey! Do or do not. There is no try.”

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

“What happened to her/him?”

“Do you know that place between being asleep and awake, where you still remember your dreams,”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Don’t grow up, kid.”

“Oooh, do you have a crush?”

“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game!”

[ms-mandy-m]

[cyfy-blog1]

Cy wasn’t used to being recognized outside of the capitol’s very center. He usually kept his hood up while on duty (the sun was brutal on his pasty skin) and when he ventured downtown for food, so it was quite unexpected when someone suddenly called out his name. 

Naturally, he ignored them. Unfortunately, that became a little more difficult to do as he was approached, and as the other began a friendly conversation on the food. The boy seemed to also know Mel, and Cy briefly wondered why she would have mentioned him to someone else. 

He made a noise of affirmation as the stranger commented on the shop’s baked goods. This was one of the best bakeries around, one of the only ones with a wide selection of pastries and other sweet delicacies that made Cy’s mouth water. 

It was also one of the places he had yet to steal from. Not that he wanted to--he never wants to. He’s just been lucky enough to have somehow avoided this place during those moments. As he contemplated this, he reluctantly responded to the boy. 

“The eclairs are good.” 

[melisica]

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Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.

Charles Bukowski 

[cyfy-blog1]

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[incxnadine-blog]

She blinked. Was he sleeping? In the middle of the woods? How unsafe. Surely he realized hat wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

The white glow of Spirit Gathering dimmed, as she lowered her weapon slightly. Still wary ( this could be a trick, she couldn’t be for sure ), the redhead took a step back, watching carefully.

“Sleeping in the woods isn’t really the best idea either.”

[cyfy-blog1]

“I was tired,” he explained, as if it was that simple. Though now that he had awoken, he noticed the unpleasant stench of blood and death around him. He raised a sleeve to his face, sniffing. His nose crinkled. Tonight was definitely a laundry night. 

Now that the weapon was out of his face, he took the time to openly stare at the redhead standing in front of him. This was the second redhead he had met. He wondered if it was a popular color these days, and if it was natural or dyed. He considered asking, but decided he didn’t want a faceful of sharp blade so soon again. 

“And it was going well until you woke me up,” he continued, without a hint of accusation or annoyance in his voice. His tone was flat and bored, as if he were rattling off dates from an old textbook instead of having a conversation. Vaguely, he wondered if he should’ve asked for a name. 

[nyxvenatrix-deactivated20160623]

Erin was getting use to people randomly appearing in Elysium, especially if they were from the other two Empires. It was normally due to formal visits or their own curiosity that sent them this way. However, it didn’t make it okay to find out that someone had found out about her training area; really now, how did someone from another Empire find it when the other Elysian’s couldn’t?

“Excuse me, may I help you?”

@cyfy​

[cyfy-blog1]

Cy often traveled without a clear destination. He had a map of the land hung up in his room, and whenever the need for fresh air arose, he’d close his eyes, spin around thrice, and toss a dart. This morning, it landed in Elysium. 

He set out after filling his pockets with food, lost in thought as his body went on autopilot. As a child, he never went outside. All of his time was spent indoors, and while the estate was rather large, years spent in its halls grew tedious. He had mapped out every corner of every room, even noting the supposedly secret rooms. Yes, after all those years cooped up inside, he could use some fresh air indeed. 

By the time he focused himself on the world in front of him once more, a petite looking thing was talking to him. His wandering must have landed him in Elysium already. He looked down at the Elysian with a blank face, doing his best to guess what she had said to him. Her voice had shook him from his thoughts, but he hadn’t caught what she’d said exactly, so he opted with the safest answer.

“No.”

[cyfy-blog1]

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73. Your muse loves mine; my muse doesn’t feel the same way.

Cy glanced up from his magazine again. Chaucer had been staring at him for awhile now, but hadn’t confronted him yet. This wasn’t the first time, either. Just a few days ago, he ran into the cleric at his favorite local sweets shop, which was odd in itself. He had never seen the other take an interest in sweets before. And last week, as he awoke from one of his naps, he spotted him disappearing behind a corner quickly. 

He returned to reading, and it must have been another hour before he noticed the shuffling of feet making their way over to him. Lowering his magazine, he focused his gaze on the cleric, silently acknowledging him. 

What came out of Chaucer’s mouth was unbelievable, and something akin to confusion flashed across Cy’s face. As if someone had pressed the pause button on him, he froze, not moving an inch. Chaucer fidgeted, wringing his hands and shifting his eyes around. 

Eventually, the momentary spell was broken, and Cy exhaled, resisting the urge to simply get up and leave. Catching the cleric’s gaze, he held it steadily as he spoke. 

“It’s just a phase. You’ll get over me.” 

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[slyndsey]

fragile forest

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❝ rivulet ❞

[cyfy-blog1]

In his dream, he’s floating down a stream with water so clear the stones lying at the bottom could be seen. The raft he’s situated on squeaks as he lets his arm fall over the side, fingers skimming the surface. He dips his hand into the seemingly shallow waters, enjoying the cool sensation on his skin. 

The sky is clear as he pulls a slice of strawberry shortcake from seemingly nowhere and digs in. For once, his mind isn’t racing with trains of thought, and he’s able to enjoy the peace of drifting along the river. However, looking around in between bites, he notices that all the colors are unnaturally bright. The sky is a piercing blue, and there is no sun to be seen. His raft is a highlighter pink, and the foliage on either side of him seemed to be splashed with the most piercing shade of green he had ever seen.

A clap of thunder startles him into dropping his fork into the river, and the sky is suddenly clouded with dark splotches of navy as it begins to pour. As he’s pulling the hood of his jacket over his head, a crack of lightning hits his raft and it tips, spilling its passenger into the river. The cake is lost in the turning of the waves, and he swallows a gulp of water, sinking.

The river turns out to be much deeper than he had originally thought. 

His real body slept on the bank of the river, where the water had already risen up to his waist and was slowly creeping up to his elbows. Still immersed in his dream, he remained unmoving and unaware of his current position. 

[oblivioxe-blog]

❝ rivulet ❞

[cyfy-blog1]

He grew sleepy once more as the silence dragged on. Digging his heels into the soft sand and letting the small waves lap at his feet was almost relaxing enough for him to forget about the presence next to him. 

Soon enough, the quiet rushing of the river carried him off into a deep slumber, and he was at peace once more. He was so deep in his sleep that he didn’t notice when the water stirred around his feet, growing more turbulent and splashing against his calves. 

He didn’t even notice when his clothes became wet and the water began to pull him in. 

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