❛ we are hīragis. a hīragi is not raised knowing familial love. that said, watching a certain someone get so desperate to save someone he has no blood ties to makes me a little … curious. ❜
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❛ we are hīragis. a hīragi is not raised knowing familial love. that said, watching a certain someone get so desperate to save someone he has no blood ties to makes me a little … curious. ❜
thegrimmredridinghood.
‘ you need to leave right now-- ! ’
nigailangue.
“ Ah. Sure, kid. Paintings coming alive to come and eat me. It’s all in your head. You are probably dreaming and I am not real. What if I am a terrifying painting to come and get you? “
Please stop fucking with her please.
FALSITIES OF OIL paints bare fear (?) in her eyes, a single step back; lily fingers press her own red rose close to her chest.
‘ b-but the paintings--- they don’t have roses. they’re not alive, so they don’t need them. please, you have to believe me. i--- i don’t want to be alone here anymore. i can prove all this is real. your rose represents your life; loose all your petals and you die. pluck one. it will hurt, but it wont kill you. ’
nigailangue.
“ I haven’t seen ANYTHING like that as I walked through here. Maybe it’s all in your head. “
He’s totally lying.
‘ i swear, you have to believe me ! they tried to kill me and if you’re not careful they’ll get you too. ’
nigailangue.
“ Ah? Wrong hands? Aren’t we the only ones here? Who would take it? “
‘ the paintings --- they come alive. ’
mysticvs.
“WELL, I can’t promise FOREVER,” He spoke honestly, not wanting to give her any false hope. That would be a cruel thing to do to a nine year old girl. “But I can promise that I will get you out safely, and I will try to escort you for as long as I can. If we manage to get out together, great!” He didn’t want to talk about the scenario that they wouldn’t get out together. That was too much to think about.
“I will protect you until I can’t anymore. —- That’s a promise.”
YOU SHOULDN’T WORRY ABOUT PROTECTING HER, DARLING BOY, YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT PROTECTING YOURSELF.
fingers curl tighter into the tattered coat, a hesitant (?) smile slipping onto her face and words spun like silk spill from between teeth. garry, garry garry--- your youthful heart beats with innocence, genuine carves the hallows of your bones and the laces of your smile. you naive man, she almost feels pity for you.
‘ ---thank you, garry. ’
nigailangue.
‘ you should be careful with that rose. after all, it represents your life. if it lands in the wrong hands--- well. ’
rcsario.
‘ you have really pretty hair. ’
SHY LACES LIPS and into the curvatures of her smile. maybe not the best of things to utter to the female, given the circumstances, but she cannot help the awe in seeing it.
( after all, ib was still a girl. and she did like pretty things. )
ofmessiah.
WHAT A PRETTY LADY. it was almost sad she was here, and if ib were human still she would feel pity. honeysuckle lips part, hands clutching carmine rose tighter and she wanders just the tiny bit closer.
‘ are you lost too ? ’
rcsario replied to your post:
stop that
mysticvs.
‘ hey garry. ’
LITHE FINGERTIPS DELICATELY cling to fabric, curling into his coat and clutching tightly. enslaved by falsities, watch all he knows burn in the instant he acknowledges her. a dandelion girl, darling, she’s a nightmare dressed in red. a false painting, but oh, she was real once.
‘ promise we’ll be together forever. ’
YOU’RE JUST A FAKE.