Rysmyth Rudolf

Independent and Fandomless Representation of Austira. Selectively - Multiship. Tentatively - Multiverse. Absolutely No Smut. 

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NEW ACTIVE BLOG

Multifandom blog and Multimuse ask blog!

http://browneyes-asiandragon.tumblr.com

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//People who have threads with me: since it's been so long since I've been here, should I just drop my threads and make new ones, or do you want to continue the threads we have?

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God I'm so Sorry

//every time I feel good enough to come off of hiatus something happens. I'm so so sorry. I meant for this to be short, but I keep getting sick, busy, you name it. I'm just really sorry friends.

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Short Hiatus (again)?

//I guess I lied. I initially said that I’d be on my regular post schedule for the most part, but I’ve been heavily swamped with essays, projects, exams, and marching band as well as other musical competitions that eat up my free evenings and most all weekends.

So I’ll probably be back more consistently in November, after my exam.

I’m so sorry guys!

Thanks for your patience friends

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Semihiatus?

//I’ve already had some kind of spotty tumblr attendance [appearing on weekends basically] because of gross internet and the fact that my tumblr mobile stopped working a while ago (I can only use desktop, and I don’t have my own PC). But I’ve been pretty sick lately, so idk how my tumblring will be. I haven’t really been on tumblr in about a month so far, so I figured I should make this post. Occasionally I’ll prowl my dash, but even then it’s only for five minutes a week or so.

As far as replies on my roleplay blogs go, they should stay about the same. I’m already a damn slow replier, so you shouldn’t notice much change.

My personal blog hasn’t seen any of my friends posts in like a month, so if you’ve posted something urgent for me, don’t feel like I don’t care about it. I probably just haven’t seen it. DM me a link to any posts you want me to see, and I’ll prioritize them as soon as I can. c:

[I’ll be posting some low budget/amateur cosplay of the TF2 Medic on all my blogs sooner or later btw. I’m really proud of it. ]

-Ryz out

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How Many Asks Has Tumblr Eaten How Many People Have Tried to Contact Me But I Never Responded and They Thought I Was Ignoring Them Because Tumblr’s Messaging System is Flawed: a novel by me

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That was always his fatal flaw

He had always seen himself as

Cold

Calculating

Logical

And yet his emotions were open for anyone to see

If they knew where to look

He liked to think of himself as a flawless tactician

Keeping his plans silent and guarded

But yet the emotions slipped through

He knew this and he hated this

He made layers upon layers of stone until every hole was patched or overlapped with cold apathy

[Maybe that’s why he drove her away. Because she could always see through even the tiniest whole, the smallest crack]

—

Yet now things were different

Here she pointed out the holes of his defense

Where he would have minded before,

Now he didn’t.

He found he didn’t quite mind as much.

Maybe it was the new time, the new age

Maybe it was the new setting

Maybe it was something else

—

While he still didn’t want his emotions open to everyone, he had decided that he didn’t want them closed to everyone either.

—

Rhys gave that sly, shit-eating smile of his that he made when he was going to deliver either a very good insult, or a very good compliment. 

“What can I say? You’re very distracting.”

Maybe his was losing his edge

But maybe that was okay

Was being so sharp and so cold worth cutting even those closest to you?

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He was cold.

Calculating.

Logical.

It was what had made him so predictable, eventually.

Perfection, like the straight cut of a knife.

And so she had been as well.

And so they were.

Dancing their perfect dance, wounding others with every turn.

Keeping themselves and what they had built together safe.

Never remembering that even the most practiced might wound themselves by accident.

Just a little slip.

Her honed edges had been clipped.

His perhaps had rubbed off.

They both stood bare before one another.

Shy.

Scared.

Nothing to do but huddle together for warmth against the winds of the past.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

But her smile was genuine.

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The thing was, she always knew

She had always seen through his solemn mask

Or at least he thought she had

Until the day she hadn’t

Rhys knew it sounded cliche,

But it was true.

She had always seen right through him

Always been one step ahead of him

Why hadn’t she seen that he didn’t really hate her?

But that was blaming her, wasn’t it?

It was never her fault

It was always his

Maybe she had seen as she always had

Maybe she was still one step ahead of him

Maybe she had seen something he hadn’t

Maybe he really had hated her

But he didn’t

Did he?

That couldn’t be right

But what else were those aeons but hate?

He didn’t know.

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He has confused

Shy

Scared

The sharp winds of time as well as the fatal slips of the fatal dance that he danced had worn away his castle until only he remained.

And so he stood before her just as she stood before him

Whatever he had felt then, it certainly was quite different from what he felt now

Whether or not he had hated her then, he most definitely didn’t hate her now

But could he dance that dance again?

Would a knifewound pierce their undefended selves and send them both to the grave?

He didn’t know

He didn’t know anything

The great tactician

The great mathematician

Didn’t

Know

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And yet he felt safe

Despite the mounting sense of the unknown and the dangerous he felt safe

Despite the self doubt and confusion he felt safe

Despite his fear he felt safe

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“Well... I bet you don’t know what the next room I’ll show you will be...”

With her he now felt safe and with her he could brave the winds of the past and slowly trudge forward towards the unknown future

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//frickity frock i have writers block. this isn’t a fun day maybe I’ll do reps sunday

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PSA

//Many of you know this already from RP-ing with me, but my rp style involved edited words with a lot of bolding, italics, and other things. If you’re dyslexic or have other problems with formatted text, but still want to RP with me, I am 100% okay with not formatting my text.

This will be reblogged to my other blogs as well.

-Ryz

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Rysmyth didn’t quite know what to say.

Did he say that he was lucky to have her too?

He sure felt like he was, but was that too awkward?

If he just said thank you, would it be rude?

He didn’t know.

He felt so damn awkward

It was infuriating.

He didn’t deserve her.

She said such things, and all he could think of was mush

She was elegant,

Strong.

And what was he?

Hateful,

Cowardly.

He had left her.

He had hated her.

He didn’t deserve this,

This new start with her.

She was too nice

She had opened up to him again

Let him into her life

He didn’t deserve that

He didn’t deserve her

She was too nice

And he was

Not nice enough.

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He’d kept the house

It still stood where it had always been

Tall and Sturdy

Much sturdier than them

Though the house had staff maintaining it,

Maintaining its strength

And they did not

For the longest time.

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”It is I who is lucky to have you.”

He inwardly facepalmed.

It sounded like a basic highschool pickup line.

He meant it to sound nicer

But as with anything he tried to do

He wasn’t nice enough

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She watched his emotions play across his face.

Fascinated, watching him, as she always had.

A full wineglass at his elbow the moment he was about to get up to get one.

A small plate appearing beside him as if by magic.

Her own loving self in his room when he wanted her.

Gone when he did not.

Before he had to say a word.

She’d been watching him for centuries.

Been able to see the hatred coming perhaps even before he did.

And yet she could do nothing.

Nothing.

To avoid it.

And now it was gone.

She loved him.

She’d always loved him.

She still loved him.

A gentle kiss pressed to his cheek.

“Getting distracted by me, Rhys?  You’re losing your edge.”

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That was always his fatal flaw

He had always seen himself as

Cold

Calculating

Logical

And yet his emotions were open for anyone to see

If they knew where to look

He liked to think of himself as a flawless tactician

Keeping his plans silent and guarded

But yet the emotions slipped through

He knew this and he hated this

He made layers upon layers of stone until every hole was patched or overlapped with cold apathy

[Maybe that’s why he drove her away. Because she could always see through even the tiniest whole, the smallest crack]

---

Yet now things were different

Here she pointed out the holes of his defense

Where he would have minded before,

Now he didn’t.

He found he didn’t quite mind as much.

Maybe it was the new time, the new age

Maybe it was the new setting

Maybe it was something else

---

While he still didn’t want his emotions open to everyone, he had decided that he didn’t want them closed to everyone either.

---

Rhys gave that sly, shit-eating smile of his that he made when he was going to deliver either a very good insult, or a very good compliment. 

“What can I say? You’re very distracting.”

Maybe his was losing his edge

But maybe that was okay

Was being so sharp and so cold worth cutting even those closest to you?

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Rysmyth didn’t quite know what to say.

Did he say that he was lucky to have her too?

He sure felt like he was, but was that too awkward?

If he just said thank you, would it be rude?

He didn’t know.

He felt so damn awkward

It was infuriating.

He didn’t deserve her.

She said such things, and all he could think of was mush

She was elegant,

Strong.

And what was he?

Hateful,

Cowardly.

He had left her.

He had hated her.

He didn’t deserve this,

This new start with her.

She was too nice

She had opened up to him again

Let him into her life

He didn’t deserve that

He didn’t deserve her

She was too nice

And he was

Not nice enough.

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He’d kept the house

It still stood where it had always been

Tall and Sturdy

Much sturdier than them

Though the house had staff maintaining it,

Maintaining its strength

And they did not

For the longest time.

---

”It is I who is lucky to have you.”

He inwardly facepalmed.

It sounded like a basic highschool pickup line.

He meant it to sound nicer

But as with anything he tried to do

He wasn’t nice enough

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what the BLOODY HELL is the new reblog format thingy

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//I haven’t had ANY computer access lately, and mobile Tumblr hasn’t been working at all, but I have a long weekend this week, so hopefully I’ll be able to do blog things c:

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“A tour first, please,” she was smiling at him, teasing him.

His kitchen was nice.  Zsoka appreciated this, being quite the cook herself.

She’d always loved him

Always been glad to see him.

Always wanted him near her.

Even when he’d hated her.

Her love had been founded, it seemed.

It’d brought her here, after all.  To his new space.

It felt so like him it hardly felt like she was a guest.

But maybe she was only a guest in his life.

Only time would tell.

“So how many people do you actually bring back here?  All, or am I special?”  Another joke.

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Rhys chucked

“Only you, actually. I haven’t made many friends since, well, ever. Never really was good at that. And my flat’s usually a bit too messy to show any dates. You’re both special and in luck, as the flat’s fairly clean.”

He led the way through the apartment. The kitchen and living room were connected, and a staircase led up to the second floor which housed bedrooms, an office, and bathrooms.

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It was an odd thing

To be showing her his house

Just the thought of her not knowing what his house looked like was odd in a way

It made logical sense -

They had been separated.

But this illogical part of his mind kept wondering why she didn’t know these things; why he hadn’t shown her these things long ago

And wasn’t this whole thing illogical, improbable

How large a coincidence that she had been visiting that border town on that snowy day

How large a coincidence that he had happened to be away from his capitol

It was all very odd

From the very start up to now

But he could deal with odd

Odd old-new relationships

Two odd immortal beings

[And even an odd dog]

All stuck in an odd, odd world

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//I had to remove my Youtube Account because I was sloppy and my mom found my private/not allowed email.

Hopefully she thinks it’s a made up account or something, but probably not.

I may have to leave here unexpectedly if she finds me out

Hopefully not, but an fyi just in case

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He was nervous.

It almost made her laugh.

Nervous around her?  Around Zsoka?

How could he ever be?

And yet it made sense, in a way.

It felt like they were a young couple getting to know one another for the first time.

Rather than an elderly one trying to fix things that had long ago shattered.

“It’s very nice.”  Of course it was.  It was Rhys.

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Rhys led her into a small kitchen. It had a mix of traditional and modern style,

Rustic pieces but Top of the Line appliances

“This is the kitchen. Would you like a tour or something to eat or drink?”

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It sort of made sense that he was nervous

It was almost a new relationship

It certainly was a changed one

Changed feelings

Even changed people

And now a changed environment

Everything was new

The sense of familiarity outweighed by the overwhelming newness 

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He was like a little boy; a young man

Seeing a loved one who had been gone for a while; a crush that he finally had courage to talk to

Running up to them and showing them something that he had made; something he was proud of

It was a sense of “Look at this! I made this!”

That apprehension

That wondering if they still knew them, they still loved them; whether they would like what he made

Whether this referred to merely the apartment or what he had made of his life itself

Is a question he knew not the answer to

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//why is it that every time I go off of hiatus my internet decides not to work very well???