Strife

"...ℓιѕтєη, єνєη ιƒ ι gσ ƒαя αωαу, ι'ℓℓ ¢σмє вα¢к." [Post KH2!Cloud RP blog]

[mireana-blog]

source: pixiv.net

[xthehatchick]

We are literally, LITERALLY leaving a 4-year-old alone to manage a dive bar in a slum.

AVALANCE, PROTECTORS OF THE PLANET.

[alacri-s-deactivated20131016]

…………then stop avoiding the booty you want  ’n we’ll talk B|

[fortisanimus]

.................don't have to be so mean about it...........

[/gazes upon thine glorious posterior tho--]

[alacri-s-deactivated20131016]

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…………………we’vebeenspotted.

[fortisanimus]

............................ithoughtyourbootywasexclusivetome.............

[saviorofexistence-deactivated20]

If we RP a 'romantic' relationship:

I want them to argue. I want them to be sad. I want them to worry. I want there to be tension. Because that’s what a relationship is. They can love each other, but that doesn’t mean they get along or are happy all the time. It’s perfectly normal for people to be sad and worried or fight. Them being happy and loving all the time just doesn’t feel right to me.

[theforgottencapital]

ま　う

[i-k-i-deactivated20140719]

[lightshome-deactivated20180615]

~ By サト

[maellez]

[alacri-s-deactivated20131016]

  —-He won. 

With that, a breath of relief was given. Despite the fact that he stood before her very much alive, it didn’t mean that all of his conscience was cleared and dispersed of the man that frequently haunted him in his memories. If anything, their battle would’ve been a stalemate, causing the blonde to yet again venture to seek out the proclaimed darkness of his heart to be rid of it.

Although the battle was seemingly over, the brunette only wished he had spoken up — told her of it, rather than to hide it. So that she could help him, brave through this adversary with him. It was all she wanted to do, and yet it remained the one thing she simply couldn’t do because of the male’s determination to leave her out of it. And she was left to chase after him, hoping to pry into the life he so wished to keep her out of.

"You would’ve won sooner if you let me help."

A blunt response, but one that reverberated the quiet acceptance behind it. “But you were always too stubborn for that.”

—-And already, forgiveness is displayed before the blonde.

[fortisanimus]

Hues were directed back unto a chaste mien, vision locking with burgundy sights that remained fixated unto his demeanor. Not a hint of anger--not an inkling of aversion. A visage that bore so much relief, so much gratitude held in regards to the warrior's actions. The man can't bring himself to look away, finding that the face she gave him was too shocking to ignore--to gaze away from, in hopes that such mercy was an affect brought on by hopeful delusions. The dolt felt like a kid before her, being forgiven for leaving her in the dust in the middle of hide and seek match that would lengthen past eternity--

--Yet she remained her ever vigilant self, standing in front of him with an attitude that harbored such radiance. How could one be so graceful? So intent on aiding an undeserving comrade? It was beyond his thinking, and the temptation to inquire is skyrocketing. ...But the only words he yearns to declare are already set, coral bands parted in order to relieve speech.

"I... I'm sorry, Tifa. ...For everything."

[fortisanimus]

eat a juicy dick

ooc:

fecking r 0 0 d—

[sheikrim]

[scarlet-knight-blog]

TUMBLR USER FORTISANIMUS CAN U PLS NOT

SERIOUSLY

YOUR AUTOPLAY IS NOT OK

I REPEAT

NOT OKAY

[fortisanimus]

zack feels your pain, he really do--

--ohwaithe'sdeadnvm

[fortisanimus]

your autoplay. wow. like wow are you serious right now

ooc:

[alacri-s-deactivated20131016]

There was only silence for a moment as Tifa struggled with her words. Funny how it turned out. Here she was, chasing him this entire time and wanting to say, to drown him in her many words.

—-Only for them to have completely left her system, leaving her with a blank mind and an aching soul. All the things she had wanted to say spiraled into a black hole as he finally stood right before her very eyes. Unlike the rest of the times, where she could only slip in a sentence or two, he actually lingered this time around.

Just that was enough to startle her. A mixture of emotions consumed her strong will as she took a step forward, closing the gap between them. “—-Why now?”

It wasn’t like her to question it. At least, not in the open. A quick shake of the head and a nod was all it took, but she was tired of feigning a false sense of security. “Did —- something happen?”

The last she had seen of him was when he had dispersed along with the one-winged angel and only a new burst of concern overwhelmed her back then. Even if she hadn’t shown it. “Your fight with—- him…what happened, then?”

[fortisanimus]

--Gods above, why did she have to get so close?

The mere presence of the brawler was something far beyond a mixture of bliss and horror, but now the woman's visage was damn near a foot from his own. Oculi trembled along porcelain cheeks, grazing over the tendrils of fawn splaying across her brow. She had grown--a sign of how long he's truly been away.

How much he's traversed across unknown stars.

And really, he starts to accept that forgiveness shouldn't even be considered to be given to him. For what sort of a friend deserts a beloved companion for so long, just for the sake of decimating a fiend who held as much worth as the mud upon leather heel. Perhaps less than that.

"...I fought him... in the dark. ...On our world." A trembling tone, barely above what was considered hushed or whispered, orbs shifted to the dame's neckline. Eye-contact was too much, the fear of a hateful stare stemming from the nerves that hampered his movements. "But... it was shattered. Broken--only remnants remained. ...We fought for hours--maybe even days."

How little he cared for the swordsman who drowned him in darkness--

--How easily did he see the error of his ways.

But it was all too late. For how could anyone forgive him for the heart-ache he has caused? Forgiveness from them was one thing--but from the girl before him...

...I don't deserve such damn mercy...

"But I won."

[fortisanimus]

//wiggles flirt eyebrows on wink wonk

—Entirely strange and he isn’t even sure he wishes to know what this woman is doing.

“…You need something?”

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No words slipped from her lips as she silently gazed at the figure that stood closer than ever — at least, compared to the distance that had been between them for so long. It was as if a miracle had just occurred, what with him revealing himself out in the open. Every step was taken with caution, a lingering doubt that he would soon disappear if she were to come too close.

But as she stood a mere few feet away, the urgency to grasp onto him became strong. Fingers curled up, clenched into fists as she relayed the energy there rather than on the action she desired to take.

"Constantly gone." She supplied, lips pursed together.

—Not that, that was the part she minded the most. Not at all, actually. Only the fact that the reason he had chosen to avoid her was one she deemed unsuitable. Always taking burdens on his own, incidentally consuming himself into a darkness that he did not belong in.

No — it wasn’t that he was away from her that worried her. It was why he was away. And when she would offer herself to him, he would deny it, simply to save her. 

But it wasn’t saving she wanted.

"….You won’t run away, right?"

[fortisanimus]

--The jab nearly causes him to flinch, but the steadfast glance to the floor is kept. The brunette drew closer, the hem of onyx top now visible from a somber gaze, lobes picking up the clenching of leather-digits.

She's irritated.

Angry, perhaps.

But she has a right to be--the warrior is well aware of who's been nipping at his heels, and how word has been spread of his appearance. The last they saw of each other was upon the fields of beryl fissures, a clash brought out upon the surface of azure crag in the back-yard of a once beloved world. --And the blonde vanished with the one he sought to destroy.

A brief thought runs rampant through his mind, a question that he dares not to voice--

...Does she even know... where we went...?

"...No." Laconic courage is given, although minute in terms of facing a woman who can easily pummel him into nothing. Head was raised, cerulean colliding with pools of crimson.