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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Peter Solarz

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we're not kids anymore.

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if i look back, i am lost
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Just a general head's up that King and Ara will be AWOL due to upcoming midterms! We will do our best to be more active in the coming weeks. But until then, this blog is on semi-hiatus!
Pas de Deux
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It’s as if someone had decided to grab a magical net and capture all that could be his sprightly urge to tumble, or his itching fingers that think of grabbing upon the rough bumps upon a ball or simply the energy to be outside - running, laughing under the golden sun and brilliant cerulean sky.
The cold had first seeped into the family through coughs by one of his older sisters and then transferred unto the other sibling. Finally it had grasped its dirty little hands upon the blond but for someone who exercises often he would have thought his immunity to have been able to wrestle away the little germ. He was wrong, oh so terribly wrong when he woke up shivering and face gone red that even Rudolph’s red nose would surely lose the battle.
You stay in bed. So he did, ice pack upon his forehead, sleep singing a hypnotic tune. Conscious drifts in and out like the fragile flutters of a butterfly wing. He remembers going downstairs briefly for the warm porridge left for him, tasteless but healthy. He remembers crawling up again and then his memories dip.
The sun shifts somewhere beyond, his guesses coming from when he sees through the cracks of his eyelids and the golden rays change colour. Now slowly fading to orange as the sun slowly waltzes away to be replaced by the cooling moon.
A ring of the doorbell snaps him back to consciousness. The aching of his muscles have faded though there is still a rather loud pounding upon his head, who could the visitor be? Not his parents nor his sisters for they all had their keys - or maybe one of them forget it. If it was a solicitor he surely hopes it would not take too long to cause them to disperse.
Neither assumptions were correct, while topaz eyes would surely twinkle at the sight of the girl before him - even that was a bit too exhausting for today. So instead he tries to place a smile, leaning against the door frame for support. "Hey? I wasn’t expecting…people. "
It was a picturesque moment in her book. The bittersweet reunion of friends. How long has it been since she’s seen the flaxen haired boy? Months, perhaps. But not a day goes by that she does not think of her dear friend: the “how are theys?”, “wonder how they’re doings” and the “do they miss me?s” all came and went through her conscience at odd intervals. And she would wave them away with a half-hearted promise of a visit in the near future. And now she was here upon her Kistune that has probably seen better days. With a critical eye, she takes mental notes to herself as she gives the outrageously tall boy a once over.
‘Slight sheen to the brow? Check. Flushed complexion? Check. Temperature?’—for this she balances herself on her toes such as she is prone to do so in dance and presses her cool hand to his forehead then under his jugular.
❛ Mon Dieu! You’re sick! ❜ Saori exclaims as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
Furrowing her brows, she distends her arm and gently slaps his forearm in a reprimanding matter before ushering him back inside. Whispering a customary ‘thank you for having me’ to an empty house, Saori removes her slippers and walks into the living room she had become familiar with growing up.
❛ Sorry for coming by on such a short notice, I honestly wasn’t planning on visiting! But well— the wind took me where it wanted! Who was I to defy the will of nature? ❜ She says cheekily.
Curiously, she wanders around the house, poking her head into the kitchen and until finally coming back to the living room where she left Kise.
❛ Well, since you obviously suck at taking care of yourself, I—as your dear and sweet- est friend—shall take care of you! ❜
Crossing her arms, Saori stood in the middle of the living room deep in thought before a proverbial lightbulb lit up over her head.
❛ Are you hungry? I’m sure I can cook up some soup for you! Go to your room, pop in a movie and I’ll be up in a jiffy! ❜
Saori had just finished a rough day at the studio--her teacher had all but used her as the butt of a joke today, made her an example of what a ballerina should not do.Time moved faster when she disconnected her mind from her body, and before she knew it, her class was over. Picking up shop and unlacing her shoes, she stuffs her belongings into her duffle bag and hefts it upon her shoulder before stepping out of the studio. Ambling on home, Saori glares at the floor, paving a path through the busy sidewalk of the city she lived in. Unaware of her surroundings, She walks into someone, the shock surprising her as she stumbles back and falls, landing on her ankle painfully.
“O-Ow!”
Lucina doodle because I’ve been wanting to draw her for the longest but art slump wouldn’t let me. I did manage to squeeze this out so I guess that’s a good sign, right? Where’s a good frontal ref of her when you need it?
The floor is my canvas, the feet is my brush. And whatever I shall create, comes from the heart.
♪ Indie OC
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Ballon
The endless cascades of blankets above her like a roof to protect her from the ceiling is a reminder to her of what could have been a happier childhood - if not for her daily regiments taking away the amount of time she had to frolic. And when she finally had time, her life slowly ticked away. So unfortunate, and regretful but today she is not here to simmer in her quiet thoughts. She is here to relax and have fun.
Momotarou is amazing. She had thought she knew her house well especially now that she's spent longer being locked inside than basking in the sun, but somehow he still managed to churn up pillows she doesn't remember seeing anywhere and a random assortment of sticks and rods to place along their sofa fort so that instead of it simply being a fort she could dare say that her world has become a castle.
Speaking of the ochre haired boy, she glimpses him sitting with his back facing her near the entrance of the tunnel. Slowly silently she crawls over so not to disturb whatever it is that he is doing. Then, she places her hands across his eyes blocking his vision from the rest of the world. A small giggle escapes her lips.
❛ Guess who? ❜
"You’re allowed to scream, you’re allowed to cry, but you are not allowed give up."
Unknown (via demcnshead)
Hello I'm back! I'm still sick but I'm feeling better so I'll be doing some writing. Mutuals like this for a starter!
I thank everyone for following me! I want to say I'm super excited to begin but I have a fever so I'm calling everything off until later. Sorry!
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman; 村上 春樹 (via larmoyante)
らくがき詰め合わせ by @ペロヌス
scarf!!!
Lucina from FE:A
Lots of pink because I like the Sumia color palette too, hee~
It may have been in bits and pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
Jim Morrison (via enjoui)
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Send me ‘♒’ for my muse to have a mental breakdown in front of yours.
Like a wounded bird she stumbles forward, hands reach out for something close to her. They curl around the metal wires of the fence and there is a sting of pain from paling fingers clinging much too tightly. But the pain which jolts through her fingers is nothing like the one that causes the blood to boil in her heart. She heaves, a hand clutches her blouse tightly as if that would ease the pain.
Of course it doesn't. She only crumbles, fragile like paper her knees hit some gravel but the one that still screams is her heart. Then she's the one making the noise, vocal whines muffled when she intakes a sharp breath. Why now? Why was she having an attack now? Why did cruel fate decide that today, when everything was going well, today would be the day she remembers what it feels like to suffer. Her medicine in her bag forgotten as regret fills her veins.
There's someone there standing in front of her. The indigo haired girl raises her head through short rapid intakes of breaths. Her vision is blurred but she makes out red and some white and some black all mixing together to form an indistinguishable mess. Why did this person appear now? Were they going to watch her shake around upon the ground until she regained control, or would they be the one to carry her somewhere she could calm down?
❛ ...help me. ❜