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+ I did love something once; You can tell by the way my hands shake When I reach out to touch people and the way my hands are calloused from healed burns.

[cyrespien]

breathes i love your theme

thanks anon, it's greatly appreciated. Most simple thing I've ever done, but I'm glad you like it. Okay pats ur head. Much love. Much much love.

[cyrespien]

shalom

he blinks, expression deadpan facing the rather tall for her age young lady before him. His cheeks suddenly perk, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a cheeky grin as he waves a hand. "Au revoir. Adios. Sayonara..." 

[y-hr]

新しい靴を買わなくちゃ, 2012

[branistic-blog]

` Sweet Williams.

{ ✄ }

     ”Ah, here we go.” She made her way over to a box leaning against the wall and opened it, pulling out a pair of Derrick Rose x Jeremy Scott Adidas. “Now, these aren’t exactly new. But, they’ve always been a favourite of mine. You look like you’d know how to wear ‘em right.” Holding one of the shoes out towards him, she raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and smiled slightly. “The name’s Yoshi, by the way. And if shoes aren’t what caught your eye, is there anything I can help you find?”

[cyrespien]

                                         ❝ Love, Hate                           Play this game of give and take                                          won't stay, we all make mistakes                                                            I'll say. What a wonderful escape.     The melody pierced the silence throughout the broad confinements of the store. Not once did the male avert his eyes from the rows on rows of shoes in front of him, full focus on each and every one. He found himself intrigued in every aspect. Detail, design, skin, color.  It wasn't until a gentle shove was given to his side that his attention tore from the subject, chocolate hue's giving a narrowed glance to the petite female who appeared to have quite a handful. Coral tiers parted slightly, but caught in silence as she smiled, stringing together words of apology in which he returned with a simple nod of his head.     It was safe to say that they had a pretty wide variety of shoes and all of them nice, but still he hadn't found what he was looking for. There wasn't exactly familiarity in the store either as he poked his head around, letting his curiosity lead him to a flight of stairs. To his convenience the second floor of Say Yoshi was a manifestation of shoes. Quite an amendment to the selection on the lower floor. A wide smile dressed his lips as he reached forward excitedly, letting his fingers tread lightly across a pair of Nikes. Hooking his fingers to the inside he lifted them to admire silently, emitting a slow nod of approval.      And as if on queque, the same feminine tone that he'd come across before had withdrawn him from his thoughts, giving her opinion on the sneakers in hand. He looked down to study her feet in which she clicked together, warming up to the underlying bubble and amusement in her tone. It was rare that any stranger could evoke a genuine smile from the male, but sneaker talk was one way to do it. He raised his gaze to meet her eye to eye. "A sneakerhead? I'm something like that.."       If you asked most people what the first thing they noticed when they looked at a person was, many of them would give every answer that deceived the truth. Cyrus would tell anyone straight up, that appearance was the most of it. Not that it was anything important, but he was quick to spot beauty, and the young lady was the epitome of just that. Beauty. He found it aesthetic the way plush rose painted lips complimented the light tint in her cheeks, brown locks grazing her shoulders, and her eyes were striking. A complimentary shade of brown which beamed a luminescent haze in lights reflection.       His silent analysation had come to a short cease when the female had removed herself from his view, grabbing a box and pulling out a fine set of Adidas which yanked at his attention, hands subconsciously rubbing together as he wet his lips. He grabbed hold of the shoes a little too eagerly, studying them as he gave a quick half witted reply. "Trust me, I could rock anything and everything. I'd do 'em good." He maintained his content grin turning his head to face her once more as she gave her name. "Yoshi?" He repeated the name. Half an attempt at memorization and another half a short analysis. Cute. It fit her. "I'm Cyrus, and don't worry too much I think you've been a good enough help already."

[ashekim-blog]

And maybe he should have known. He should have known the moment the scent of her perfume became suffocating, leaving pieces of her like burns beneath pale blood ridden skin, and the back of his throat aches. It remembers the way she breathed her name like a poison into his mouth and he let her because there was something captivating about the way deceitful lips tugged at the strings of his heart within every length they raised to smile at him leaving him paralyzed and struggling to resist. They say she was like a song, and like a song she was. Her melody now echoed beneath his chest replacing his steady heartbeat with a fluttering rhythm. One that flowed too fast for comfort and the thickness of his head weighed heavily against his shoulders due to heavy intoxication. It didn’t matter the amount of liquor, because no matter what she would still be there and his heart would throb at the remembrance of her slender fingers in which traced the outline his spine, and he would tremble when he remembered the way her hands felt cupped around his ear and her whispers became sinful lyrics that couldn’t seem to flee the confinements of his mind. She was a bad tune. She was bad news. A lesson to always tread with caution. His knee’s knit together in her presence and he fell slave to the girl with many facades.

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[cyrespien]

The sky was clothed in a cotton blanket of clouds coloring the closing of day with a pink haze that shone down on the city. This meant a heap of returns. Kids returning to their homes for dinner, parents who had been returning from work, and for Cyrus it meant returning his attention back to the multitude of thoughts that circled around his mind. Coral tiers parted slightly, air escaping briefly without sound as he whirled his head around to face his best friend who had been seated next to him.       "Do you ever like.. y'know.." He struggled trying to string together the words he was trying to say. "I don't know I'm just kinda wondering you know? What happens to sound waves like do they just keep going? Do they disappear? Maybe I'd know had I payed enough attention in science. What do you think?"

[itscold-whenyourelonely]

Maybe tonight I’ll call you, after my blood turns into alcohol.

(via itscold-whenyourelonely)

[petikyu-deactivated20140511]

we’re all a little gay.

except for cyrus— he’s a big gay.

[cyrespien]

#a big gay with a little dick  Keep lying telling everyone I've got a little dick, and I'll keep lying telling everyone that I don't love you, and your feet stink.

[yahang-archived]

Don’t sass me, you dweeb. (/leans back to consider you for a moment before he shakes his head.) Nah. Still cookie dough.

[cyrespien]

I've become not only cookie dough, but a dweeb as well. How about I call you a nuisance...? ( `quirks a brow, lips twitching upwards into a small smile showing pride in his newly found nickname for you; ) Yeah... Yeah that'll work. 

[ashekim-blog]

[cyrespien]

                                                the white lining her pallid skin                                                does not reflect of what’s within.                                   but this serves as a warning, one for all to hear.                                            her grasp on reality is very, very clear.                                and you should not — should never — hold her dear.

she may as well be the embodiment of deception. and one’s fears of trust? take caution now. all will be lost under the pull of slender fingers and a genuine smile of a girl wearing her heart on her sleeve. or perhaps, her caustic humor will draw them in. maybe even a nature as alluring as a siren. they will meet one of her many faces. no accounts of her have ever matched up. fear not if you fear you’ll never know her; she has yet to look in the mirror without a mask on.

              Her name? It won’t stay the same for too long, but she’s Ashe Kim.

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[yahang-archived]

Sure. (/squints at you, reaching up to pinch your cheek.) I said "he's as cute as cookie dough."

[cyrespien]

Uh huh, ( `nods his head slowly in a sarcastic manner, a small flinch at the unexpected touch causing him to instinctively swat your hands away; ) Sure it’s what you said. As cookie dough though? I wouldn’t go that far.. I’m as cute as a kitchen spatula probably. 

[cyrespien]

ashekim replied to your post:Cyrus.

Oh how devastating. Have you been spending too much time with boys as of late? Also, I prefer Ashe Ketchum.

Mhm, way too much time. You know, girls smell a lot better than most boys. ( `wrinkles his nose a little as if he could smell all the terrible and distasteful scents he'd been thinking of; ) In my opinion. Ashe Ketchum..... I like my name better.

[cyrespien]

Cyrus.

Ashe. It's about time you showed up. I've been over here all lonely and gross, looking blankly into the sky... It's real depressing.

[incrediyeol]

[loversdeathh-deactivated2022060]

[yahang-archived]

(/simply stares up at you in return with a blank expression, lips pursing in disapproval as he slowly and carefully speaks, half-shouting with each deliberate enunciation.) Did…You…Hear…The…Joke….? Should…I…Say….It…..Again?………(/mumbles under his breath.) Maybe he’s just slow.

[cyrespien]

( `his brows knit together now, slight frustration clouding his expression; ) I'm... I'm not dumb, i heard the joke. Just didn't find it all that amusin'.  ( `his eyes narrow further until they're barely visible now; ) What'd you just say?