ice and snow

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     HE HADN’T INTENDED TO PARTAKE IN THE FESTIVITIES, drawn to the colour and sounds simply by curiosity, and perhaps a hint of wonder. There was something reflecting in those empty eyes as he observed the performances erupting amid the masses from a vantage he thought all his own– before he was jostled by the brush of an elbow against his. Vaguely startled, Salieri acknowledged the presence by his side with a mild expression upon noting just whom it had been– and certainly not unwelcome company, he might add.

          ❝ … Ahh. ❞ the man of the gray chuckled gently, endeared by her all too correct assumption.

          ❝ It would seem you have unmasked my wiles, madam– perhaps I am not so mysterious as I would have liked. ❞ A mere jest, more to ease his own uncertainties.

     As per the norm, the man seems to be lost in thought (or perhaps that’s nostalgia?) and is only alerted to the blonde’s presence as she speaks now. While curious about just what he had been thinking about or even why he has come here in the first place, she supposes such questions can wait for a moment. So instead the girl now offers the other a small but genuine smile, head tilting slightly as her sapphire gaze turns to the sights before them once more.

     ❝ Perhaps. Though truthfully, I’ve always had a talent for unraveling the mysteries of others... Particularly men, ❞ comes her response, lightly teasing the man in return of his own jesting comment.

     ❝ Have you been to an event like this before? ❞

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     ❝ --Oh! ❞ comes the gasp of the blonde, turning abruptly to face the familiar figure of the man now near her side. As the evening begins to set onto the land, a beautiful and colourful display of dancers and a parade begins to unfold between the crowd now.

     ❝ Let me guess; the music and various dancing lured you over here, right? ❞

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                                                                         @labelletor.

     THIS AGENT OF DEATH, NOW GARBED IN THE SHAPE OF A MAN, haunted the streets without purpose as of late– before long however, he had been drawn to the sound of song. He found himself in a store, dedicated to musical instruments and their practice, gazing forlornly upon a piano at its heart. It wounded him to see once woken from his nightmare, even with his newfound clarity, for his broken hands could not hope to produce anything so beautiful.

                                                                          … not anymore, not as he was now.

     His soul wept as he ran a gloved touch along the keys, leather chafing porcelain, and silently, as he took a seat before it, poised, his heart uttered but a word unto his fingers—

                                                     PLAY.

     And so he did, the looming creep of the opening bar calling the attention of everyone present as it reached its peak, crying out. It whispered of sorrows, of tears unshed— of demons. He played with a fervor, as if losing himself to the moment, to the melody.

                                                                  How he had yearned for music again…!

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     It hadn’t really been her intention to investigate the shop but as the echoes of a melody begin to fill the air so, too, does a curiosity bubble up within the blonde.

     As such, the former general tucks her small, brown paper bag full of various seed packages as she opens the door to the establishment. As soon as she does so, Celes can’t help but notice the lack of any sort of noise asides from the sounds of the piano filling up the storefront, causing her to quirk a brow as she takes a quick glance around. Slowly and almost with caution does the blonde begin to walk around the shop, sapphire eyes looking at all the instruments she passes by until...

     At last, she sees the one responsible for the beautiful yet haunting melody currently playing. As she stands within the small crowd surrounding the man, the soft whispers exchanged between others doesn’t go unheard by the blonde. However, Celes begins to drown them out and instead listens to the tune, temporarily losing herself to her own thoughts as the piano continues to play.

     She only jolts open her eyes when the music comes to a halt, the audience around the man soon dispersing, leaving only the older teen behind with the stranger. Feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her being as the man now casts a glance at her over his shoulder, the augmented soldier inhales softly before trying to offer some words.

     ❝ That was... A very beautiful melody. Though, I’m sure you’re used to hearing that... ❞

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Wanting a change of scenery and a breath of fresh air, Mitsuru decides to check out a book from the library and take it to the cherry blossom trees that bloom on the edge of Cotes Ward, the sight of the pastelled petals quite comforting. While it does remind her of a home she will most likely never return to, it’s nice to know that Spirale shares something with Iwatodai; memories of the trees blooming as school began and the walkway to Gekkoukan High littered with petals nearly distract her from the words on the page, and she shakes her head to – quite literally – shake herself out of it. Nostalgia is a double-edged sword, it seems. 

However, now Mitsuru’s attention is diverted; as she looks up she sees a lithe figure gazing up at the trees, flyaway petals getting caught here and there in cascading blonde locks. It’s a beautiful scene playing out before her, almost out of a book like the one resting in her lap – and it lasts for only a moment longer, before the blonde notices her staring. Though she may be embarrassed Mitsuru doesn’t show it – and perhaps that’s due to the look in the girl’s blue eyes, more curious than upset. Now that she thinks about it, the sight of cherry blossoms may be foreign to this stranger, as she’s met others that weren’t from Japan here as well…

“Have you never seen cherry blossoms before?” she asks, “They’re quite interesting…the ones here seem to continuously bloom, but normally they only last for a couple weeks. I wonder why that is…”

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     Though she had become lost within her thoughts (and in turn, memories) as she gazed upon the various petals falling, the sudden sensation of being stared at is what calls the blonde’s attention back to reality. Truthfully, she hadn’t been planning on becoming absorbed within her thoughts... Yet somehow, her body had a plan of its own. Despite the trees being somewhat foreign to the former general, they were still familiar enough in their falling petals to draw some nostalgia from the older teen...

     Only for her attention to be drawn away from thoughts for the time being by an unfamiliar voice. With a blink does the blonde gently turn to face the source of the voice, her azure gaze soon settling upon the redhead’s figure. From merely a glance the augmented soldier can see that the two of them are around the same age... Though truthfully with her life and experiences, such a fact matters little.

     Her past has aged her mentally far too much.

     ❝ They seem somewhat familiar... But I’m sure it’s only because they look like something I have seen back home, ❞ Celes begins her reply, tone sounding thoughtful as she continues.

     ❝ But really? That’s... Concerning to hear. I wonder if it has to do with the environment itself or if the trees have been altered in some way, ❞

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     ❝ With the recent return of the city’s architecture, I wonder if there’s any small greenhouses around to purchase or even rent... ❞

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BOLD what your muse can do. REPOST, don’t reblog.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse chocobo | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck

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“i see that i am mistaken.”

     ❝ Yes, but can you really be surprised with how you proposed such an outlandish question? ❞

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“why do you look upon me so?”

     The question, admittedly, comes out of nowhere and catches the blonde off guard for a moment. So much so that her azure hues widen as she looks at the other now, a faint blush of surprise and embarrassment forming onto her cheeks. Why and how is he able to say such things so easily…?

     ❝ What exactly do you mean by that? Is there a certain way I’m supposed to look at you? ❞

[classic-starters]

starters from the 1910s novel, THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN, by j. r. r. tolkien

“that oath is still on us.”

“but you live, and so does the enemy who has done this to us.”

“that was a great battle, they say.”

“what is fate?”

“it may be that we fled from the fear of the dark, only to find it here before us, and nowhere else to fly but the sea.”

“we are not afraid any longer.”

“grief is a hone to a hard mind.”

“what lies under your words?”

“where else is hope?”

“i shall be far away and all alone.”

“i would rather look on my foes with my true face.”

“what do you desire?”

“i see that i am mistaken.”

“we take their lives as forfeit, unless they can ransom them.”

“a strange way to gain entry to a fellowship … ”

“outlaws know no law but their needs.”

“then choose a new captain!”

“now tell your tale, and be brief.”

“is it farewell, then?”

“it is growing dark.”

“there is blood on the hill - top.”

“do you fear that you have followed a spider to the heart of his web?”

“why do you look upon me so?”

“i offer you freedom.”

“maybe the tale is too sad yet to tell.”

“i will flee no more.”

“we are hemmed in this land.”

“where all lies on chance, to chance we must trust.”

“you come at last; i have waited to long!”

“it was a dark road. i have come as i could.”

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aflyingwhatchamacallit·: 

He just blinks as he keeps a very neutral expression on his face.

“I see..”

“Trust and dependency? In other words, they’re reliable and competent when you give them orders?”

“Though what do you mean by ‘grow’? I fail to see how subjects and topics can affect the value of a ‘friendship’.”

     Oh boy, this is starting to seem all too familiar to the blonde... Which, in turn, makes her a little sad; someone as young as this boy shouldn’t have to endure such horrors as Celes and her friends have... Or supposedly, in any case. More than anything, the redhead reminds her of a very dear friend back home.

     ❝ You don’t give orders to friends. If you want them to do something for you, all you need do is ask... And sometimes they’ll even do it of their own volition to help you out, ❞ explaining this is moire difficult than she previously anticipated.

     ❝ But every sort of relationships grows, whether you’re aware of it or not. Hm... Think of it this way; you’d probably feel a little more comfortable with someone that has a similar background or experiences to your own, right? ❞

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“…. Defining ‘friendship’.”

“There seem to be multiple definitions, though most explanations seem to either stem around personal amusement and personal gain.”

“Am I correct?”

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     She frowns for a moment at the boy, soon quirking a brow at him.

     ❝ No; if anything, that sounds like ‘manipulation’. Friendship is usually built around similar interests and grows from there. Friends are people you can depend on and trust, ❞

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“So what is ‘Sugma’, anyways?”

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     ❝ I’m not entirely sure but I know that asking about it will only invite misfortune. ❞

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What’s Your Love Style?  ❤

YOUR LOVE STYLE IS AGAPE.

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn’t really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.

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YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM

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‘ if you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. ’

     ❝ … You know, there was a time where I wouldn’t have believed a word of that, ❞ she starts, closing her eyes for a moment and offering a small chuckle.

     ❝ Now, however, I sincerely believe that to be true. You never know what tomorrow will bring and even after a horrible day or week, even the smallest good thing can make a world of a difference. ❞

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‘ i know, i know. ’

     ❝ You say that and yet, you’re trying to do it anyway. Have you even listened to anything I told you thus far? ❞

[vhsmeme]

* a long way gone starters

a long way gone is a novel by ishmael beah. 

‘ none of what happened was your fault. ’

‘ i don’t have much, but i will give you a place to sleep, food, and my love. ’ 

‘ come with me to the kitchen for some food. ’

‘ do you want to lie down? ’

‘ this is going to hurt. ’

‘ you are my son. ’

‘ how did you get these scars? ’

‘ you can go if you want to, but i suggest that you stay in bed tonight. ’ 

‘ come back tomorrow so that i can change the bandage. ’

‘ thank you for coming to see me. ’ 

‘ would you like to tell me about it? ’

‘ you look hungry. ’

‘ i’ll bring you some food, and please, take your time. ’

‘ how do you like being here? ’

‘ i was never disappointed, since i always expected the worst to happen. ’

‘ you were just a little boy, and anytime you want to tell me anything, i am here to listen. ’

‘ like i said, we cannot go back. but we can start from here. ’

‘ i’d wake up sweating and throwing punches in the air. ’

‘ so i couldn’t bring myself to be completely happy. ’

‘ you’ll get through this. ’ 

‘ you are lucky. ’

‘ how long have i been here? ’

‘ you have a great smile, you should smile more. ’

‘ i had this dream last night. ’

‘ in the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy, and confusion. ’ 

‘ i was worried about living with a family. ’

‘ are you sure you want to be friends with me? ’

‘ i had learned to survive and take care of myself. ’

‘ if you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. ’ 

‘ people don’t trust each other anymore. ’

‘ they have lost everything that makes them human. ’

‘ i know, i know. ’