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OOC. I have moved blogs from this one. I want to use new tags but the old ones keep popping up in the tag bar lakjslajsa Also, my posts have been a tad cluttered and I hate that. I won’t put my blog url up here but I’ve followed most of you on my new blog! If I haven’t, hmu in IM and I’ll follow prompto !!
Transparent Leon! Feel free to use.
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OOC. I .. might have to take few days off. I’m not working quite well yet and .. I really, really need to spend time thinking on things.
fatedswords:
“Thank you, Leon, that’s perhaps the third sweetest thing you’ve done for me ♥ You must be in an alright mood~”
❝ Despite your gratitude, you are still disturbing me and wasting my time. ❞
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@iunctura
“I see a miniature fire cracker in the horizon…~”
❝ I applaud you for wasting time on meaningless observations. ❞
OOC. Thank you for those who had been so supportive even though I’ve been in a bad state. I know what to do now and, I’ll be going on a semi-hiatus to fix myself properly.
テイルズ | 甘徒兎 カカオ
@soulstokedrolando liked for a starter !! ♡
❝ I see that you are well, Leia. ❞ She’s at the entrance of the aforementioned friend’s inn, CURIOUS gaze sweeping over the interior of the cosy establishment. Though none of her curiosity got the better of her -- not till the moment of forgoing her manners, that is.
❝ I apologise for visiting unannounced. ❞
Tales of Gekijou: Too Hardworking is Also Something to Consider
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She was venturing for leisure buys, though she’s ( as always ) swiftly stolen by the calls of her duty. Stayed at the entrance, she dutifully oversees the influx of travellers that had accumulated since the storm’s ends of the WARRING era. ❝ Welcome to Ladylake. Is it your first time in our capital ? ❞
@dclucem liked for a starter !! ♡
A swift swing of his blade unleashes a demon fang propelling towards a MONSTER hidden amid bushes, near ready to POUNCE onto the unsuspecting passerby. Once it has fallen into a heaps of whines, Leon rests his loyal sword by his side and faces to regard the girl. ❝ This is not a place for civilians. ❞
bokudou:
no matter how much he tries to thin the doubt in the chasm of his chest, it suspends his senses. it’s become no less a haze than the malevolence that’s taken root in the ground just a few miles away — it’s become him, just as he’s become this.
still, he isn’t prepared to accept that fate without a fight. here just isn’t the place to battle the storm of his mind; doing so in front of alisha would be incredibly selfish. and perhaps in one way or another, he’s fallen to self-indulgence too… but how could that be? when he wants nothing more than to save everyone, to put this world back together from the shambles that he never meant to tear in his hands?
for a moment, his expression clears. the uneasy glaze over his eyes falls away, and he refocuses with a crease in his brow that signals the very real concern that’s been lying dormant ( all too hidden in the red intent he’s worn for the last few months ).
“upset with you? why would i be?” she’s the last person to blame. he knows it well enough to nauseate—couldn’t let it go if he tried. “you’re doing a great job.” he assures, the next smile he offers an impossibly brittle thing.
( to be free of this disappointment… he can only imagine. )
instinctively, he reaches out to touch her shoulder; his knee-jerk reaction is still to comfort, to reassure, to compromise his own feelings for the sake of others. at least he knows alisha deserves as much. he can’t say the same for everyone else anymore. “heh… i don’t look that torn up, do i?” but it speaks a greater volume that his hand retracts, pulled back to rub behind his neck. surely as a shepherd, she’s bearing the weight of enough taint as it is.
“just proud of you, that’s all.”
The name she dearly wants to whisper once more slowly dies ‘pon her tongue, as though it’s been dissolved by the PAIN her dear friend sickly holds. Regret and guilt still linger, and never did they wane with every bit of heartbeat she feels POUNDING in its thick accents for Sorey’s dilemma; a plight she instigated and could not ALLEVIATE. The gentle rest ‘pon her shoulders did briefly steal her away from the crowd of her thoughts, tenderly PRYING her away from the traps left bare for her to fall. She sees the KINDNESS yet to be forged into death’s palms -- and slightly is she glad to witness such strength, alive and breathing. ❝ You are an idiot, Sorey ... ❞ Instinctively, her hand extends out for his cheek, slightly trembling en route. Her fingertips, buried ‘neath cloth, ever so cautiously reach to trace the skin. ❝ See that you are in pain, that you need a peace that I am willing to give. You hide behind a million smiles but I know ... I know you are MORE than that. ❞ Her voice barely makes it out without the shivers rendering it into IMPERFECTION -- but those do not matter, not when she NEEDS to pour her heart bare for her friend. Her eyes slightly narrows as though to SEE, to clearly witness what has been undone of the boy -- and what has to be done. ❝ I have not been your friend for long -- but I only wish that you could put your faith in me a little more. Know that I will not accept the lies that cause you harm. ❞
the-king-of-the-wind:
“That I do know all too well,” Richard chuckles at both the words and motion. He’d never cared for books in all the time they had known each other, even as children. It was a shame; books had always been one of Richard’s favourite escapes. A brief time where he could be anyone, do anything. Not bound by the rules of a world suffocating at times.
“And I think it’s the contrary,” he continues as he reaches down and picks up the discarded tome, brushing the cover with a gloved hand. “Without them we would forget all too easily the mistakes of the past. A world doomed to endlessly replay its past sorrows out of mere ignorance, such a place could never find peace. Though at times we make mistakes regardless, at least through books we are able to offer the future a chance not to fall victim to our failings.”
“A tale, even a fictional one can be a powerful thing. Can shape our perceptions, our values. What better way support to stability?”
❝ Hmph. Books are one of those that have such influence -- but not all humans perceive the same peaceful insinuation as present in the records. As it undoubtedly possess the power to gift humans an inkling of GOODNESS, the opposite is equally probable. ❞ Wars will be born to mankind’s greed, be it out of GREED or GENUINE LOVE, and once more will be torn asunder by the DOMINATING values of destruction, the savior. The lord had deemed mankind to be not all that bad, but he’s not beyond lost in an IDEALISM that wanes the reality; humans are not bad, but neither are they good. They are self-sufficient. Ratatosk’s gaze lingers ‘pon the tome in Richard’s hand, pondering on the misdeeds and JUSTICE humanity both earned for themselves. Idly, he rests a hand ‘pon a hip.
❝ But you are not the sort who will let the opposite overwhelm you, are you ? ❞ Not anymore.
Maybe it feels safer to undervalue yourself, give yourself reasons why things don’t work out the way you want it to. Maybe you want to believe in some truths that you aren’t insane … or maybe knowing that you are insane gives you the false hope that there’s nothing that could be done … that you can finally stop trying so hard. But maybe you didn’t see that it doesn’t have to take a life to try again, it might only take a small push for you to fall into heaven. Maybe it has always been heaven both above and below, but you were taught that hell only exist beneath us. Tell yourself what you want to hear most. All the ‘ I love you s‘, all the ‘ You’re alright ‘s and slowly you might start to believe the truths you want to and always been there for you to believe in.
