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“I am a Hιкαяι.
Once I’ve seen it, there is no piece of art I can’t recreate.”
“I am a Hιкαяι.
Once I’ve seen it, there is no piece of art I can’t recreate.”
Sooooo I have a small announcement to make.
Over the remainder of this week I’m going to be moving blogs over here. (Please pardon the dust, btw)
This blog has been one of my absolute favorites to run- it’s certainly the one I’ve been most consistent with- and I’ve made some really incredible friends here that I hope will follow me over to my clean slate- but it’s just become way too clunky and crowded for me. Hopefully a new blog will be a chance to rectify a lot of the organizational issues that made this one slightly infuriating, after a while. XD
Most of the relationships Satoshi’s built up here will be staying through the transfer, but if you’d like to start with a fresh slate feel free to let me know!
See y’all on the flip side! 8D
Sooooo I have a small announcement to make.
Over the remainder of this week I’m going to be moving blogs over here. (Please pardon the dust, btw)
This blog has been one of my absolute favorites to run- it’s certainly the one I’ve been most consistent with- and I’ve made some really incredible friends here that I hope will follow me over to my clean slate- but it’s just become way too clunky and crowded for me. Hopefully a new blog will be a chance to rectify a lot of the organizational issues that made this one slightly infuriating, after a while. XD
Most of the relationships Satoshi’s built up here will be staying through the transfer, but if you’d like to start with a fresh slate feel free to let me know!
See y’all on the flip side! 8D
❛ It’s not just a word – it’s a bird! ❜
❛ CHO-co-bo! You ride them! ❜
“...”
It looks like someone played a terrible prank on a deeply unfortunate chicken.
Or maybe an inbred ostrich.
To be fair, though, that might be due to the quality of the sketch.
“...You don’t have horses in your world, then?”
“...What is this? Is that even a word?”
Waves a casual hand in front of his face.
❛ Uh, you okay there? You’re kinda scaring me. ❜
“What- I’m fine.”
Pale eyes blink and refocus briefly on the waving fingers, his expression dry- before idly swatting them away.
“I was just thinking. Is that really so frightening?”
...He’s feeling- good.
Surprisingly good, all things considered.
...It’s disturbing.
❝Just another day? Come on! If we don’t celebrate our lives, who will? If no one, not even you, is happy you’ve seen another year, that’s just too sad, you know? Give yourself some kudos – you’ve been doing your best for a whole year.❞
Stepping back, she checked the angle on the birthday banner hanging in the living room before getting back on the step stool and pulling it up on one side.
❝And if other people want to celebrate you, then that’s just bonus! It’s always nice to have people who care about you. It’s proof that you’re a good person.❞
“...Is it? I’ve never really considered popularity a reliable yardstick for character judgement, myself.”
The comment is light enough, tossed casually over one shoulder as pale fingers secure yet another swoop of bright paper to the wall.
You’ve been doing your best for a whole year.
Kindly meant words, he knew- it wasn’t her fault that they twisted like glass in his ears.
A whole year.
No time left.
“...By that definition, Dark must be some kind of saint, after all. That might make my work slightly-... awkward.”
❛ It’s supposed to do that– hey, you can’t look! ❜
Now he’s splitting his time between nudging the boy away with his boot, shielding his little project from certain prying eyes, and reversing the color change that was so obviously not supposed to happen.
“If you didn’t want me to look, you could have chosen somewhere that wasn’t my kitchen counter to do this.”
Now his curiosity is really caught, though- and no gentle nudge from a familiar Gaian boot is going to deflect him.
It’s the thief’s own fault, really. If he wasn’t so comfortable with him, he’d never try to slip up so close; not even in the spirit of scientific discovery.
❝Well, what else can I do? We both forgot our own birthdays – that’s just sad. We can’t just let that slide by! We’ve got to have a party, no matter what day it is.❞
“I didn’t forget it- I just don’t see the point of celebrating it. I never have.”
Despite this, he’s still up on a chair tacking paper streamers to the wall with brisk efficiency. Bored, salty, brisk efficiency.
“It’s just another day, Devonair. Does it really matter so much?”
❛ What? No way, I’ve got this under control! ❜
He doesn’t.
“...Then why is it turning that color?”
He’s torn between edging away- because this is surely not going to end well- and edging closer out of sheer morbid curiosity.
Curiosity is winning.
“...I’m fairly sure you’re going at that entirely backwards.”
{ and } Was there a h a n d on his head? A comforting grace, a trace of stray compassion A few spare words that spilled from tullip glass of wine dark and thick and red.
“…. good night… sleep well .”
A hitch in the slow, even rhythm of sleeping breath;
Even in the repose of utter exhaustion he recoiled from the frigid, venomous solicitude of that touch.
He’d pushed himself so hard, these last few days, in the hope of a single night’s unbroken rest; and now, though the eyes flicker rapidly beneath the deeply shadowed lids, and a wordless mutter of distress trickles from the slack lips, he doesn’t wake.
He should have known better.
...How long has he been sleeping in that chair?
Way too long, probably.
There appears to be a small drool patch on the expensive upholstery under his cheek.
From this quiz here
Paranoid: Moderate Schizoid: High Schizotypal: Moderate Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: Moderate Histrionic: Moderate Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: Moderate Dependent: Low Obsessive- Compulsive: Moderate
send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.