( i am the darkness)

DECOY /ˈdiːkɔɪ,dɪˈkɔɪ/ verb: to lead into danger by artifice. to lure into a trap. to ensnare. to allure. to entice.

[decoysouled]

on the topic of: dreams & eternities lived, of growth & learning, of forgiving but not forgetting, of healing & grieving; of reconciling past & present, of finding your place & yourself.

the words within your heart are your own domain, stolen from the grasp of eternities you do not recall, reduced to nothing more than ashes & fragments. your story is woven into the stardust between your fingers, dreamer of worlds, & it will not wait for you to tell it. the universe asks you two questions: who are you & who will you become?

multifandom multimuse ft muses from hoyoverse games, my hero academia, mystic messenger & more. containing a mix of canon & original characters. ( penned by pluto — they/them, 26 )

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[decoysouled]

Just updating you all to let you know I'm still alive haha... health fell off a cliff again shortly after i started feeling better.

i'm going to spend the next couple weeks re-reading and replying to active threads, asks etc before i get back into reblogging memes, and going to clean up the blog.

if you don't see much of me posting, it's because i plan to shove it all in the queue before posting anything.

sorry for the lack of communication

[chasmanthum-deactivated20251017]

@decoysouled liked for a starter. I picked Anaxa for Phainon. || Status: Accepting

He liked to keeps his visits to Okhema very painfully short.

"Why am I not surprised," he mused, though any attempt at being disapproving or scathing admittedly lacking the heat that he saved for those zealots that believe anything and everything as fact because of they have been told to just blindly accept whatever they are told as fact without question. Or Aglaea, but his qualms with her did not simply amount to religious zealotry parading as fact.

"So I supposed Okhema must be leaving you well?"

[decoysouled]

PHAINON HAS NEVER REMAINED UNDER THE ILLUSION THAT OKHEMA, where true dawn has never reached & light remains eternal, was somewhere the professor had any desire to visit — whether that was because of Aglaea's presence ( & the golden threads that bound each inch of the city, invisible to the eye ) or the way crowds lingered, leaving no place to hide from responsibility.

( at least at the grove, busy as it may be, the scholars had destinations in mind. he knows that well enough. )

❝You say that like there's not plenty to be surprised about, professor. Like our very coincidental meeting.❞ The words are jovial enough, his lips curled into the type of smile that one might expect to be permanently plastered on his face, if they knew anything of Amphoreus' deliverer.

There is no mockery in his tone, only a light teasing as he rests a hand on his own chest, as if to try & signal that he's being genuine — he doubts it works, of course, for Anaxa is perceptive enough to tell sincerity only makes up about half of his voice.

That much, Phainon finds himself certain of.

❝As always.❞ He nods. ❝Okhema has always treated its residents well, hasn't it?❞ Even where tensions may arise between others, when it was left to him or others to settle the differences between groups, the city is his home & it has treated him with nothing but kindness.

( even if the void in his chest that misses aedes elysiae would never truly be filled. )

❝& it's guests, of course. Have you been well during your time here, professor? You haven't run into any trouble...?❞ There is a lilt of concern somewhere within those words, moreso than accusation.

[visionsofecho]

Cyno smiled a little at that, feeling an odd sense of pride. Teyvat might not be home to Aether, but he felt relieved knowing it could at least give him some sense of comfort. As though he himself had some personal stake in the matter.

"You spoke of others leaving for the stars..." He said, shifting slowly -- and carefully -- to lean down with his back on the floor. His eyes stared at the ceiling, yet they were looking far away inside his mind. To the very burning masses they were talking about. "Does that mean there are others like you and your sister? Other Travelers?"

[decoysouled]

WITHIN THOSE INFINITE COSMOS, there are infinite beings who traverse the vastness of space in search of adventure ( or perhaps it is normalcy, perhaps it is belonging ) & while Aether has met many people amidst his travels who have long-since left their homeworlds ( whether it is by choice or otherwise ) — yet, they have never been much like himself or Lumine.

( those they have met were never destined to live an eternity in service of a fate they cannot defy, for they do not know what it is. )

❝In a way.❞ He speaks & for a moment, Aether tries to find some sort of serenity within the silence words leave behind; some sort of explanation for the way he cannot lend more than that answer, for he has never met the others who left his homeworld like fledglings leaving the nest.

He has never met someone who knew of it beyond myth & legend.

( & perhaps that is all that remains of his home now: memory, myth... what difference is there between the two? what line exists that has not blurred? )

❝I've never really met anyone from my home during my travels, but there are plenty of people who have left their homes to explore the universe.❞ Whether they seek knowledge, or merely wish for a change of scenery — Aether wouldn't pretend to understand, seeing as he had wished he could go back to his home for the longest of times.

He's not sure he ever stopped.

❝But you know... Even in Teyvat, there are people like me & her — restless spirits in search of something. There's not much difference between me & those who travel the world from within it, only the places we've been.❞ & the places we'll someday go.

[divineingenuitys-deactivated202]

This was not something he ever thought possible. Living in this world, he had thought that he had always been a part of it. Seeing that part of him, seeing his soul reaching out to tell him everything....

He should be mad. He should be. Perhaps in another life, surrounded by those crewmembers or another life where he was sitting in an architect's room, he might have been a little more irritated. But as he listens to Phainon's explanation, he feels nothing but understanding. A passionate sort of feeling. Love, even. This is genuine, this conversation. Phainon is presenting everything and he can see no lies coming forward.

It's exactly what that side of him had said.

His hands are gentle, lifting to hold Phainon's face in his hands. You loved him, with more fervor than anyone else. Which is why you were willing to fall by the sword for him. The voice had told him such, the handsome man who had the aura of someone with power and ability. But now, he just wanted to be Kaveh. Not the adventurer. He had a reason for being here, and the one in front of him was one reason. An important one.

"You can be selfish. I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to fulfill my promise to you. But I can now. And I meant what I said. I will be standing by you. In this world that's now with peace and prosperity, allow me to be your safe place to land."

[decoysouled]

THOSE HANDS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SO GENTLE — he cannot say why he expects anything other than tenderness, after all he has done, when Kaveh has never shown him anything else. Not in this life, nor that past one when they had met for the first time. Tenderness... is an unfamiliar thing, after so many lifetimes of slowly losing himself, descending into what one could only call madness.

Even this cycle, kind as it may be, would someday burn just like every other one & he, the worldbearer, would become that blazing sun once more, destined to fail.

( you could never change the outcome. not forever. )

& there is something in the way that Kaveh tells him his selfishness is allowed, as if it is something sacred rather than Destruction that lingers at the tips of his fingers & threatens to swallow him whole — as if it is not his own selfishness that has doomed Amphoreus & his loved ones to their deaths a million times over & then a million more.

As if it isn't been his selfishness that killed them all more times than anyone should count. Yet he does. He keeps a tally in his mind, as if it is some score that should be evened out someday.

As if he could ever atone for every life he's taken & every coreflame that has burnt within him for epochs.

❝You say that like you believe it.❞ Phainon speaks, voice so incredibly soft, as if he is telling a sordid truth that no one wishes to hear — perhaps he is, in some ways, for it had been Kaveh's wish that he live freely & happily & yet, he could not even do that, for there was a sun burning beneath his skin & a rage that had long-since become a simmering pot waiting for the right moment to overflow.

❝But you're wrong. I can't be, because- my selfishness can't do anything but destroy everything I hold dear to me.❞ & they are still vibrant, all the memories he has had a lifetime to sift through yet cannot come to terms with: the way he had created a new world from imperfect memories, built on the bodies of those he has loved & sworn to save.

Of those he has killed & betrayed & failed every time he tried to.

❝Even in that life, the world was on my shoulders before I even knew it... & I failed them all.❞ I failed you goes unspoken, implied in those words yet it is different: the grief of losing Kaveh & the grief of watching everyone else fall to the Black Tide ( to his own sword ) time & time again.

The loss of his friends is a dull ache that has long-since begun to cause his heart to wither, whereas Kaveh's death was a sharp wound that had yet to truly heal, as if he were supposed to live with it.

( but how long can a person live with golden blood dripping down their fingers every time they close their eyes? )

❝Even this new world will run out of time eventually. That is the price of my selfishness.❞ Watching everything fall apart time & time again, destined dawn forever at his fingertips yet never within reach — the rage that only futility could bring to one's soul, no matter how he despised the feeling. Even this peace was fragile, easily burned by the torch of destruction has soul had become a monument to.

❝You've always been my safe place.❞ Phainon whispers & if only those words could be the truth for eternity, if only he could bind them to Amphoreus' fate altogether, then he would let his own blood be the ink on the story's page. ❝Since the moment we met, I've always felt safe at your side. At peace.❞

( & yet, it is my love that will inevitably tear you apart, just like it once did. )

& should this be the last time they meet, within this story he has written with a departed friend, then Phainon would savour every last moment, for so few were left to keep.

❝If you wish to stay by my side in this life... Could you make me one last promise, Kaveh?❞ It's barely a question, in the end, for Phainon requests more than mere promise: it is a vow, perhaps, that he commands of him rather than asks for. It is wholly selfish, a desire for what he cannot have.

❝Promise me this time, if the world falls apart once more & the flame-chase journey begins anew, that you'll be here to witness the dawn at my side.❞ Promise me that you'll live, even if you must tear a million coreflames from my chest.

( let my life be the price they pay for peace one final time. )

[divineingenuitys-deactivated202]

In the scheme of things, Kaveh imagines that his life is really so meaningless. There's not a thing that says that Kaveh Ahmadi has to continue to live past this year. He had no concept of meaning for himself if he could help others.

But then again, he had never seen that look on Aether's features before.

He doesn't say anything, doesn't argue with Aether. He can see how upset he is, knows that Aether cares so much about the trailblaze and THEIR followers not ending up perishing in vain.

"I'm sorry." He finally says, looks at his hands. "You would have told me not to be stupid, even if I did stand up against an enemy to protect the others. To buy Dan Heng and Trailblazer more time. I knew I wasn't going to make it." He admits. "I didn't...think that you'd care. Or anyone really. That was my mistake."

[decoysouled]

IF HE COULD TAKE SUCH IDEAS FROM KAVEH, prove to him that he was loved & cherished & cared for beyond any shadow of doubt, Aether would — no matter the cost of such an endeavour, even if it meant tearing the fibres of his own being to shreds. If only that were possible, he would do so without hesitation.

( have i done such a bad job at showing i care? is a different thought altogether & they dare not verbalise it. )

❝You're right, I would have.❞ & while it's an easy agreement, there is no part of Aether that is under the illusion there was much choice, for he would have done the same thing in Kaveh's place.

Self-sacrifice was more tolerable when it was his own & he knows that faced with the same choice, Aether would have let himself be shattered to pieces before backing down.

( there is an unspoken admission in their words: because i could handle losing anyone else, but not you. never you. )

❝But I can't blame you. I would do the same, if it meant protecting them.❞ Protecting you. Gently, he moves to take Kaveh's hands, to slot their fingers together for just a moment as if to ground himself. ❝For someone so smart, you can be so...❞ There is no use in finishing the thought, no statement that would make him feel more at ease nor that would help in any capacity.

❝Of course I care. So does everyone on the express. You're a member of the crew, a dear friend to everyone... Why wouldn't they care?❞

[misclix]

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[divineingenuitys-deactivated202]

He knows about his own journey, how hard it is to keep in one place. But that was the good thing about having someone to come home to. He could still run around but he knew that he would have those arms to come back to when he was able to run from the horrors long enough.

"I think he'd like that. Decima asked him once about food and he lit up. I think you'll find a whole other person behind that guarded disposition he holds." Alhaitham pauses. "But so do you. You shouldn't deny yourself good things. Even if they aren't Kaveh, you shouldn't deny yourself the things that make you happy. THEY wouldn't want that for you." Emanator to Emanator, he says that. "Sure, the AMBER LORD likes to make my life miserable if I don't do THEIR bidding, but everyone that spoke of THE TRAILBLAZE has always said that they wished for THEIR followers to follow their heart."

Alhaitham nods. "I do. Because Kaveh is a hard person to understand. To get close to. Because he doesn't allow people to get close without his express permission. You've done that without much work."

[decoysouled]

HAPPINESS ITSELF WAS FOUND WITHIN HIS JOURNEY — futile as it may be, travelling from world to world in search of a vanished aeon or what remained of THEM, there was something in each step he took that left Aether feeling lighter than ever before. Yet, there was also a weight in his heart that he could not describe nor name.

( some days, they think it may be loneliness. others, they believe it to be love. )

❝I don't find Kaveh to be all that guarded at all.❞ Aether's admission is hesitant, an uncertainty within — after all, it's more likely he just hadn't noticed, even if Kaveh was the person he spent the most time with. ❝& the only thing I find difficult to understand is his lack of self-preservation.❞

For while Aether himself did not hesitate before stepping into harm's way, there was no reason for him to — he lacked a mortal body, his own more similar to starlight than anything else, stitching itself back together with ease. However, Kaveh did not hold that same curse blessing, & while Aether could not fault him for protecting others, there was no part of him that didn't worry.

❝What THEY would have wanted for me... To be completely honest, I'm not sure what that was.❞ Because before THEY were an aeon, whose path Aether had followed without a second thought, Akivili had also been a friend — a fellow Nameless, travelling throughout the universe with no purpose other than to walk across new horizons & explore the unknown until it was known once more.

❝Maybe THEY wanted my happiness, or- for me to follow my heart. Even when THEY still travelled on the Astral Express, I never did understand what THEY expected from me, or why I drew THEIR gaze at all.❞

& perhaps that was just it: that there was no expectation, no burden, that THEY had wished only for him to continue his travels, as he had done long before he knew of THEIR existence at all. Maybe, just maybe, there had never been a need for him to search at all for THEIR remnants, nor was that THEIR wish for him.

In the end, Aether cannot help but feel disappointed he would never truly know nor understand THEM.

❝I'll figure it out someday, I think, but for now... I'm happy with what I have with Kaveh, at the end of the day. We're friends & I won't push for more. That choice is his.❞

[decoysouled]

kpop demon hunters rp prompt // accepting. @chasmanthum // that's not even a real number. - dh to caelus

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT WHERE CHAOS IS A POSSIBILITY, Caelus would be sure to give into the temptation to bring it to existence — legally obligated, even, should anyone question it. Unfortunately, his companions are the ones who end up on the receiving end of this inclination nine times out of ten, & he wonders how often they regret giving him the chance to be chaotic.

Or if they'll ever stop tolerating it. He's doubtful they will.

❝See, you can say that, Dan Heng.❞ Caelus starts, his lips curled up into the type of smile that one may see as a pre-cursor to some sort of silliness. ❝But have you considered it's a number in my heart?❞ It isn't, really, but Dan Heng doesn't know that & nothing else matters aside from the unwavering belief that Caelus is being absolutely serious.

❝You need to adjust your worldview. Accept that pie point seven can be a number if you want it to be & any other explanation is obviously just- wrong.❞

[sajaboys]

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) ⊱ rp prompt

change pronouns and adjust as needed.

you will be so much more than that.

demons have always haunted our world.

that duty falls to you.

that victory is within your reach.

that's not even a real number.

there's no water in these.

how can you be late?

i didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!

why do they always interrupt our snacking?

they will face my wrath!

now you gotta die.

ugh, you came at a bad time.

you just crossed the line.

i understand you are weak.

and you dare to mock me with it?

i'm not here to mock you.

i'm here to help you.

it's time for a new strategy.

what makes you think that could work?

you've never done a single thing that didn't serve yourself.

that was weird.

we already have plans.

i can't wait to eat kimbap and stare at the ceiling.

sounds super boring. i'm so down.

we literally just sat down.

i can handle this. i'm not having a nervous breakdown.

you always say no.

you sound exactly like her.

no. we gotta hide and fix it.

earthy and herby. smells legit to me.

hurry, before someone sees us.

in order to heal a part, we must understand the whole.

you have a lot of walls up.

watch yourself.

they're not even that cute.

i'm gonna throw up.

no, it's too public.

don't eat that!

let's go kill these guys.

hard to say goodbye when we're having fun.

make it stop.

wow. did you really follow us here?

we're not here to fight.

whoa! mind the face.

surprisingly, your plan is working.

it's a lot more serious than i thought.

is that bird wearing a tiny hat?

wow, i wasn't expecting a hug, but ...

i thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker. but i see i was wrong.

hey! i just wanna talk.

but first, i wanna talk about those pants.

you were supposed to be dead.

i could've told your friends what you are.

that's none of your business.

i know what it feels like to have them.

is that what you think?

you're not good enough for them.

you know you can tell me. i'll understand.

i'm nothing like you.

denial. i get it.

i'll be here when you're done pretending.

there won't be a next time.

are you a prisoner too?

thanks for having my back.

we keep meeting like this.

i didn't think you liked sharing.

should i tell them?

i'm gonna tell them. eventually.

are you whispering?

your secret's safe with me.

i'm helping myself.

i'm pretty good at reading people. actually, i'm kind of an expert at it.

i just can't shake this feeling that you're keeping something from me.

i'm not keeping anything rom you.

sorry, i sound nuts.

yeah. eternal suffering. sounds fun.

you made me come all the way out here so you could jumpscare me?

i'm glad you'er finally ready to talk.

you could've picked somewhere nicer for a date.

you're so old.

this is strictly a business meeting.

i am a mistake. have been since the moment i was born.

excuse me? i'm everyone's type.

i see why you're single.

see? we'd never work.

go find yourself a better boy.

this one's hopeless.

that's the funny thing about hope. nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. that choice belongs to you.

for what it's worth, i don't think you're a mistake.

i just want you to know i'm here for literally anything you need.

seriously, what is your problem?

not everything is about your insecurities, [name]!

what's with the long faces?

you killed your family.

don't forget about our deal, [name].

i'm kind of a difficult person.

something's wrong.

i knew it was too good to be true.

don't leave!

say you didn't do this. how could you do this?

it was all a lie.

it was real! what we had was real. i know it was.

i just needed you to trust me. that's all.

that's right, i lied to you.

i thought i could fix it all.

thi sis what i am.

why can't you look at me?

why couldn't you love me?

you come here like this?

you can't even fix yourself.

i'm sorry for everything.

i wanted to set you free.

you gave me my soul back.

this feels amazing.

see what you've been missing?

i'm so happy you didn't, like, die.

wow, [name], way to be super literal.

i definitely feel recharged.

[decoysouled]

unprompted asks // accepting // @divineingenuitys. "Hm?" Kaveh is roused from his nap, feeling the touch to his face. He'd fallen asleep with his head on Phainon's lap. "I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep..." He murmurs, closing his eyes as he feels Phainon's fingertips tracing the freckles on his cheeks. "Are you planning out constellations?"

PEACE LACKS FAMILIARITY — it is a simple truth, the sort of which Phainon ( for that is the name he has long-since claimed as his own, his true one cast away into the gaze of Destruction ) has not had trouble admitting to himself, although he dares not speak it aloud. He has spent an eternity carrying the burden of secrets on his shoulders & being crushed by it, yet he cannot break the habit.

No matter how free he now was, for the chains of fate were no longer attached to him like the searing sun he once became, there was something about the thought which was best left unspoken. Perhaps it was the tragedy, or the way it would likely garner pity.

( or maybe, just maybe, the weight of his emotions was a comfort he preferred to keep to himself after so many cycles of burning them to ash. )

Peace lacks familiarity, & yet there is something about it that feels like he has finally returned to his home — the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae, the gentle breeze & leaves in his hair... Those were what peace once meant to him, before a long dream & an outcome he could not escape shattered him into a thousand pieces — the sun he so desperately wished to become was his prison, the dawn he reached for his demise.

No longer did either matter, for Amphoreus' dawn had arrived at the hands of another & the sun no longer burned with rage ( with grief ).

Now, peace was found in the company of friends ( those he loved, those he slaughtered ) beneath the rays of gentle sunlight that now enveloped his home & amidst star-ridden skies, of which so many existed that he could not count them. & peace was also found in moments like this, where vulnerability was not a death sentence & emotion was not a cage.

Vulnerability was a dangerous thing — for Khaslana, it had been a tender gaze when faced with impossible decisions, & for Phainon, it had meant allowing grief to pour out of him like the golden blood running through his veins. For those around him, it was a moment of surrender.

Even if he held no desire to hurt anyone nor saw any need for it, nowadays, there was a part of him that felt he should not be trusted with the vulnerability of his loved ones — for that aeon still looked upon him, once, during the end of the world as he became consumed by the wrath he had allowed to consume him.

( that burning rage had faded, now a gentle sadness that lingered beneath his skin. )

Thus, it was a surprise that Kaveh ( who had never feared him, had never witnessed what he became ) was so comfortable around him. Even to the point of falling asleep without realising — it is not a level of trust that Phainon has earned, of that he is certain, & there is a part of him that wonders whether he ever could.

For in his own eyes, Destruction had made him & tenderness was not befitting of one destined for it, no matter how he refused to allow THEM to dictate his fate.

❝There's nothing to apologise for.❞ It is a quiet reassurance, something reminiscent of fondness drowning any semblance of sorrow that may have found itself in his voice, as if love did not come from the heart & instead was trapped within his throat. ❝You needed the rest. Besides, I'm honoured to be such a comfortable pillow.❞

( your trust means a lot to me goes unsaid. )

❝If I planned to trace the stars, I'd be looking out of the window.❞ & he had, once, on first boarding the express as one of its many visitors — the real sky, not the false one of Amphoreus, had been breathtaking & he recalls having spent hours simply gazing outside, as if to take in the breadth of the universe.

As if to carve something into his memory that was not made of grief nor suffering, that did not feel as if it were seared into his skin rather than held gently within his hands.

❝To be honest, it's... more about memorising them. So if we're ever apart, the image of you I remember is a perfect one.❞ For even when his memories no longer ushered in era after era & no longer held any importance, for that long dream had faded away & floated out of reach, Phainon could not help but cling to them for comfort. As if they are proof of his humanity.

Perhaps, just like trust came with time & patience, so would feeling like a person rather than a dying sun.

No matter how long it took.

[decoysouled]

New verses - based on 3.4, from which I will never recover emotionally.

Phainon V5 - A verse for previous cycles to the one we're in, portraying the Phainon of each cycle.

Phainon V6 - A verse for writing Khaslana and the journey he undertook.

[decoysouled]

so now that this is done, I can finally play the game.

[decoysouled]

the way this looks actually tasty though.

[divineingenuitys-deactivated202]

He has never thought about his own feelings, thought about himself. Kaveh lives with the understanding that he might not ever make it out of anywhere. He lives with the understanding that his heart is just as it is on his sleeve and he'll give and give until nothing is left. "It's just the wound leaking. I'm fine. It's better than it was since the genius society said I was apparently dead." As if that makes any of this better.

He reaches out, grabs Aether's wrist gently. What was their relationship? He wasn't sure. Though sometimes these moments at this level of closeness made his heart leap. "I don't want you to blame yourself for my attempts at being a hero. I did what I could to keep the others safe. I thought it might end with my life being taken, I was fully aware of the risks." He isn't even sure if his mara was going to start leaping quicker now that he was back here.

"I wouldn't have been able to live with myself had something happened to you."

[decoysouled]

IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO AETHER, it would be of little consequence — a moment of darkness did not equate to a star going out & the light would shine brighter in the aftermath. True death was an known variable: it had been since his journey throughout the cosmos begun & it would be until the universe itself faded to nothingness with him as its only witness.

His death would mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, for until fate itself had been fulfilled, the starburst he called a heart would reignite itself eventually.

❝Leaking.❞ He echoes, disbelief etched into the edges of his voice. ❝You have a wound that leaks & you were dead, but you're fine? Right, that makes- absolute sense, doesn't it?❞ There is something in him that is near suffocating, a worry that presses on his chest as if it is a weight he cannot lift, & Aether finds that it is like nothing he has known.

Not in so long that he had forgotten how it felt.

❝Whether you were aware of the risks, no matter why you got hurt- Don't act like its meaningless. It's not.❞ He does not state the obvious: how he had been worried sick the entire time that Kaveh & the others had been unreachable, how he had been close to descending to Amphoreus to search for them himself by the time Kaveh had returned.

It does not need to be spoken.

❝Do you think I could live with myself if you got hurt? If you died?❞The words themselves are something more quiet, a soft sort of weariness to them & a genuine curiosity that was nigh unshakeable. It is a stark contrast from the way sadness thrums beneath the words like a heartbeat.

❝I will go on for an eternity, Kaveh, but you don't have as much time as I do, even without letting someone put you in an early grave.❞

[decoysouled]

what does your heart look like?

a bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things.

On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

[decoysouled]

what does your heart look like?

molten lava and charred flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours.

The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.