EMPHEMERAL

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#Hibari has no right to say anything bc he’s dicking a pineapple

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EUPNOEA [aka EUPNEA]

[noun]

Physiology: normal relaxed breathing.

Etymology: from New Latin, from Greek eupnoia, from eupnous, “breathing easily”, from eu-, “good” + pnoē, from pnein, “to breathe”.

[Bedelgeuse - Just Breathe]

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          ❝I wonder how he is doing these days...❞

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Bittersweet Watercolor Art Print by PamelaHarnoisArt (35.00 USD) http://ift.tt/1eXaCte

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where are the grandchildren that you promised me Kyouya

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(ง'̀-'́)ง

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LANUVOLASOLITARIA. ）

          Anew wonderment pulled him into its embrace, witnessing his relative smile, emitting so foreign to own being gaiety and benevolent sentiment, making him question at times if they were actually blood connected, as for the exception of similarity in appearance and high level of power and combat capabilities those two didn’t seem akin to representative of a one kin. However Hibari was one of a very few people, who had an actual idea, what exactly that image of cheerfulness and effortless grace concealed; just like a solitary drifting cloud at time threatened with a storm, increasing own number and unleashing rage of the nature, so he was a small manifestation of that person, a slight representation of the form and the power, maintaining own ground and yet being far from full bloom. And when the older male chose serene nature against own element, he rebelled with untamable spirit, stepping along a feral way, claiming self to be a carnivore. Proud and standing strong to his sacred values. “If not right now, then when?” Disregarding the latter part of the other’s speech, the Cloud clenched fingers on the opportunity and particular usage of words, considering if there would be a certain date and a valid reason to wait, he could afford that. Tone of the voice he spoke with regained dispassionate shade, leisurely habitual calmness was retrieved, replacing irritation the other brought with repulsive custom to educate him; for Fon’s mischance, the raven haired teen barely accepted any correctives towards own conduct and if any education was considered by him, it happened to be only battle records.

          Dark eyebrow was raised, displaying uncertainty, if he heard the other male correctly, when implication of him not having a happy life was made. An erroneous supposition. In spite of his distaste towards being now constantly associated with Sawada’s, title of the Guardian provided more entertainment than it caused inconveniences for him, thus after numerous doubts and hours of thinking he came in terms with that and focused his regard on apparent benefits for his persona - fights, which excluded immediately made assumption, he was contented. Yet prior to him uttering own objection, the figure in front blurred, motions rapid and precise, no equal for the Wind to catch that pace of his; proximity of an ancestor wasn’t what caused grey hues to reduce in size, death glare pierced the other in a trice long fingers claimed a tug on his cheek. “What do you think you’re doing?”

          As a hiss that line was dropped through slightly parted lips, exasperation filled him from within again, causing reclaimed tranquility to crumble. Perchance, the amount of respect the young prefect held towards Fon was sufficiently significant to prevent him from drawing tonfa out and react violently on that repulsive and humiliating motion, as if he actually appeared as a child to the Storm Arcobaleno. A slap to remove the hand from own face, as restrained and delicate gesture as he could master.

OH NIMBLE WIND, POOR CRUMBLING SOUL, amusement encapsulates itself within jade sculptures (boundless jewels: sapphire / emerald, agate / turquoise, cut through gum-blistered teeth), spring abound with nephrite at their core, sky-bled burden inconspicuous to the untrained eye who, even at their prime, fail to comprehend these whirlwind thoughts blustering in a cacophony, an asynchronous sound. Lyrics strung by ivies, his only deceit is undermining the SKYBORNE limits of his power (nuclear-powered strikes tearing through the heavens, shatter Saturn with a breath of fresh air!) through medleys of pacificity, too fragile-seeming to hurt a fly, a killing kind of kindness that bleeds caramel with every stride. Fon knows better than to construct such flippant charades before the youth—especially after demonstrating once before a FRAGMENT of that explosive strength, powerful enough to disintegrate even the most concrete of phantasms (horror abound! nightmares over the palpitating heart) without so much as batting an eye—❛there is more to life than just fighting all the time,❜ he says! As if he has the right to determine such a thing! Rubies flicker in the dark; he laughs. Neglect to answer Hibari's questions goes noticed and continues to be unheard, capriciousness disclosed by feathered gait, dandelion-fingers lighter than air tugging curiosity-burning-solar flares into that petite smile and growing ever-wider. Young plants can not be forced to grow by stretching them.

         ❝Persimmons are good for your skin, you should eat them more often; I was never fond of them myself, but the taste grew on me eventually.❞

SIGHT OF YOUTH COMPELLS HIM to lecture from old wives' tales and personal experience where trial and error assimilate to tightrope death, necessity to pass knowledge wherever possible as honey-hued words melt from his lips, long-since acknowledging that most, if not all, of his teachings—however great or small—will fall victim to forgetfulness, but he continues regardless (decades of witness to wars and exponential depravity only scratch the surface of this cursed, lonesome existence, tasked with a BURDEN outside mortality, to live forever surely is the greatest tragedy) in hopes of curing this aching vacancy. (Perhaps the solitude has finally driven him mad.)

CHESTNUT EYES FLICKER something mischievous when granted pardon, charity oft crippling for predators so hardened to delinquency (relinquish conscience for strength, to live without REGRET) who, in brutality, find peace; kindness needn't be spared by the wicked. But what is seen wicked comes off endearing, smile unwavering with what sounds like affection, cognizance of how strength yearns bright like MORNING STARS for loftier heights. A step backwards and no longer does he patronize the poor boy, head held high, hundreds of years of knowledge coalesced deep in gentle mud whispering in his ears incessantly: history splattered on walls, acid in his throat, fire scorching pillars, an aching heart drowning in sleep—rest is for the guiltless, content without knowing. Phoenix wings held wide, a challenge is proposed:

         ❝You never took me as the kind to let rejection deter you, so why the sudden compliance? If you want to fight, then why not strike? You of all people should know that I am more than capable of taking you on.❞

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HI YELLS AT YOU YOUR THEME IS BEAUTIFUL

GALESTORM. HI JFC WHEN THE HELL DID YOU SEND THIS LSDKFJD TH AN K YOU THOUGH SLDFKJD;;

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LANUVOLASOLITARIA. ）

          A wonderment that caused bewilderment to cross image of his, compelling to remain whist, bemused at what kind of response the other actually awaited, prying on possible prohibition to attend his domain. Wayward nature, untamed flows of the wind as that person followed its streams, elusive and fickle, features that would commonly arise distaste within young Cloud, and yet not once the doors were shut, covert reasons and origins of being acquainted, even related, held boundaries high. He would oblige. “…—!?” Thin line of lips did not alter its form to free his speech, grey hues fixated on the person in front, slowly and deliberately he motioned closer, few petit steps attempted prior to the point when he eventually chose to utter another of his complaint. “Your visits are not without meaning, yet you refuse to fight me.” Devoid of emotions voice delivered that line, no intent to disguise bitterness towards usual excuses and explanations of why their battle wasn’t permitted; major reason to visit Hibari in person was exactly want to lecture and train him. Granted promises lured, yet they never were fulfilled.

          Albeit inner desire to insist on another way of time spending, rather than talking, still lingered, the latter part of Fon’s speech piqued his interest for enough time for him to request some clarifications. “And what’s wrong with my expression?” There was no concern ‘bout own impression on others, however the other male always had something on his mind, erroneously it’d be to neglect such notice.

          ❝I see no reason for us to fight, not right now at least. There is more to life than just fighting all the time.❞

JASMINE PETALS IN HIS THROAT, he smiles vividly and the environment seems to brighten--sensing his ETHEREALITY and bending their knees amen--just a thraneen with bittersweet nostalgia orbiting dahlias: windows to the countless years of a creature that exists in the OVERSKIES bereft of tangible ties, far from attachment and even further from touch; nothing more could be expected from such simple schools of thought, behavior equivocal of an animal--human gone feral. Surely he could appease that simple request (tag him a LIAR if he dares to deny histories worth of violence, bloodshed aplenty, in sage-palms worn with grief) of trading blows and painting scarlet ‘pon the grass yearning for sun-darts in their eyes, but where would be the fun in that? Oh feathered serpent, born in the clap of the storm’s tempestuous flight, where would be the fun in constant compliance?

          ❝You are always frowning at something or another, so unless you intend to lead an unhappy life I recommend that you do something about it.❞

IN AN INSTANT HE BECOMES A BLUR and invades the younger’s personal space, looming face-to-face for fleetfoot milliseconds (he descends like rainfall in slow motion, Wushen Laomu venerating her child through the infinitesimal CRACKS between unforgiving time) as fingers reach forward to tug on a pouting cheek with as much vivacity as siblings teasing their younger ones.

          ❝Besides, frowning causes wrinkles, and it would be a tragedy for you to grow them at your age!❞

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         There was no need to alter his posture and turn head to detect the one who spoke, to behold the owner of that amicable and mellow tone, just by habitual manner, appearing from nowhere, yet restraining self with bringing storm along. Yet in the end the teen transferred his regard at the Arcobaleno, peering at him for a few instants and casually disregarding mentioned matter, when he parted lips to inquire instead. “Aren’t you supposed to be on your important life-threatening mission?” ‘Just as always.’ was appended to his discontentmore than query actually, however only within his mind. Such repulsive custom to intrude into his life irked, though patience the raven haired was willing to spare on him was of a bigger amount than he provided to others daily; in spite of that and spoken accusation, there was no desire to seek for redemption or confess his sins. “What are you doing here?” The young prefect possessed zero desire to be lectured or nagged ‘bout his improper conduct at that moment; after all, it seemed exactly what for Fon visited him most of the times.

          ❝Am I not allowed to be here?❞

MURMURS, LIKE WISPS, PERMEATE THE ATMOSPHERE with its unobtrusive melody, lips curled in effervescence when features of equal demeanor sour at his mere presence (or lack thereof), for he comes & goes unfettered to the earth with nothing keeping him from fulfilling boundless whimsy. Serenity is bold in its approach toward the lion’s den where bared fangs dare retaliate should he get closer, head cocked innocently aside knowing when to respect personal limitations, relying then in calculating blinks to assess the youth’s growth; certainly he can sense much of himself--bold & equally arrogant--beyond similarly-crafted detail, but gives pause to reminiscence, deciding to give relief in his frustrating game of circumlocution.

          ❝I simply wanted to visit, that is all. There is no need to sour your face like that, Hibari Kyouya--it would be unfortunate if it gets stuck in such a terrifying expression.❞

& LIGHT BLESSES LAUGHTER WITH ANGEL CHOIR with wings fluttering on the gales of his amusement, deception betraying the countless decades behind the primed face of youth.

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Hanfu (han chinese clothing) photoset via 華遠GARDEN. This hanfu is a “曲裾/Quju”, and is made by 如梦霓裳. 

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Traditional Chinese hanfu for archery by 夏雪憶夢

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Pear blossoms in the Forbidden City紫禁城.  Literally it should be called Purple Forbidden City, why omit ‘purple’ idk. Photos by 故宫博物院.

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Tu Lou, a type of traditional Chinese architecture, in Zhangzhou, Fujian. Photos by 于Rum 

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The plum blossom, which is known as the meihua (梅花), is one of the most beloved flowers in China and has been frequently depicted in Chinese art and poetry for centuries. The blossoms are so beloved by the Chinese because they are viewed as blooming most vibrantly in the winter snow, exuding an ethereal elegance, while their fragrance is noticed to still subtly pervade the air at even the coldest times of the year. Therefore the plum blossom came to symbolize perseverance and hope, but also beauty, purity, and the transitoriness of life.  In Confucianism, the plum blossom stands for the principles and values of virtue.  More recently, it has also been used as a metaphor to symbolize revolutionary struggle since the turn of the 20th century. Chinese term  "傲雪寒梅” (literally “Plum stands proudly in the chill snow”) to describe a person who’s not afraid of failure or bad environment.  Also “梅花香自苦寒来” (  Plum blossoms have fragrance because they have tasted the bitterness of cold winter). 

Because it blossoms in the cold winter, the plum blossom is regarded as one of the “Three Friends of Winter”  岁寒三友, along with pine, and bamboo. It is also regarded as one of the “Four Gentlemen” 四君子 of flowers in Chinese art together with the orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo.  It is one of the “Flowers of the Four Seasons” 四季花, which consist of the orchid (spring), the lotus (summer), the chrysanthemum (autumn) and the plum blossom (winter). These groupings are seen repeatedly in the Chinese aesthetic of art, painting, literature, and garden design.