Grunting in Acknowledgment

Link Raven | 20 | Sophmore at TTU

[naminewalton]

sketchy || namine & link

[naminewalton]

letmespeakman:

His medication was dissolving on his tongue as he looked at her, cheeks stuffed and eyes wide. He blinked, looking at the book and swallowing the pills thickly, the clump feeling like an icky blob in his esophagus. 

His ear twitched, and he smiled at her, taking the book from her small hands and-

Holy shit this was incredible. She was amazing!

Large blue eyes got impossibly wider, and by goodness Link wished he could say something. 

All he could do was hand the book back and grin, offering a little clap and many enthusiastic thumbs ups. 

He then snatched up his phone, opening up the notepad app and typing something to her. 

How funny! I was drawin ya too!

He showed her his sketchbook just as she had shown him his. 

at first, she had taken his silence as a bad thing, thinking that he hated the drawing so much he just didn’t have anything to say. she soon quickly realized that he couldn’t talk, which gave her a little relief. he did seem to be very excited about it —- the not-talking thing had just thrown her off a little. he was happy about. namine blushed and smiled, glad to see he was so enthusiastic about it.

before she could think of something to say, the boy was already typing out something on his phone, probably to say something. drawing her sketchbook back to her chest, namine leaned down and read the message. 

what??

immediately she glanced at him in surprise, before noticing the sketchbook he held out in turn. immediately she was fixated on it, already embarrassed by the picture. the poor girl already felt bad about drawing someone without asking their permission first, and now she knew what it felt like. the picture was lovely, but she just…did not like being captured in art like that. she blushed getting nervous knowing that he was staring at her for such a long time.

“oh!! oh. that’s me. hah.”

she paused for a moment, then shook her head, replacing her worried line of a mouth with a kind smile.

“sorry i just —- i’m a little…uh, flustered about it. but your art is wonderful. even —- even with me as a muse.”

[letmespeakman-blog]

Huh...? Oh no.

Link felt his hair stand on end, face scrunching up a little as he got trapped in his own whirlwind of thoughts. 

This poor sweet girl wasn’t confident. So desperately he wanted to clap her on the shoulder and say: Oi, little girl, the art is wonderful because you’re muse.

But he couldn’t. He was afraid to, because Link wasn’t very confident either. Any pride he had in the drawing dripped away like water in a cracked vase. 

He took in a short breath and swallowed thickly, smile faltering and taking on an appearance similar to the girls. 

This had been another mistake....

Link closed his sketchbook, thumb plucking at a rip in the cover. His eyes shifted to the girl’s, then at the grass, and then at his thumb. 

The blonde put his sketchbook away and wilted slightly. 

He’d rip the drawing out later and throw it away. Yup. That’s what he’d do. 

For now he took out his phone again, fake smile slipping into a small frown, brow furrowed over sad eyes. 

It seemed like his days always went like this. 

Wake up hurting. Take medicine. Go outside. Feel sad. Play with the dog. Feel happy. Draw. Draw.. take medicine...Try to make friends... fail... go back to the dorm alone.. be sad... 

Always sad. It was almost as if his own joy a few minutes ago had been a farce, a play put on. Link was such a good actor that even he forgot he was sad sometimes. 

He held up his message for the girl. 

Ah! My bad, probably should have asked permission first! It won’t happen again! The only reason I even drew you was because you looked like my sister, so you were the perfect muse, actually!

What was he doing? He plastered on a fake grin, anxiety welling up the more he looked at her strained smile. 

Sister... Shit, she looked like she could be his little sister. Why did he bring her up? It was a bad idea.. he was sabotaging himself...Link just wanted to run back to his dorm, text Demyx and cry. Where was Demyx anyways... Maybe he was tired too... Tired of-

Fuck. Oh no. Link turned off his phone and smudged the tears away from his cheeks, startled that he had let himself cry. 

This girl had no idea what was going on in his head, she must think he’s crazy! But... who doesn’t..?

He waved, snatched up his things and took off. 

[naminewalton]

sketchy || namine & link

[naminewalton]

letmespeakman:

Aw dang. She had noticed. The poor thing was even hiding! 

Link felt guilty for approximately 0.00016 seconds, and then closed his eyes, imagining the fine details that had been hidden away last second, touching up the artwork before shading her face in a light alabaster. 

And then after another 0.00016 seconds the guilt came flooding back. 

Link stood silently, bare feet against the soft green grass. He stealthily padded around each fallen leaf, avoiding any crunching or any sounds in general, making his way to the girl in a relatively silent manner and peeking over her shoulder at the drawing in her lap. 

Wow, it was really excellent. It was unfortunate that she had such a hideous subject such as himself. If she had been drawing somebody like Ravio, Fay, or even herself, then she would have been better off. 

Link reached out, not even breathing, pulling the leaf out of her hair and putting it in his pocket. 

Heck, maybe he’d find a way to put it in his own picture. 

Walking backwards, retracing his steps with barely an utterance, Link made his way back to his spot and sandwiched the leaf between two pages in his sketchbook. 

Wait shit, maybe him sneaking around like that had been creepy. He’d try to talk to the girl to make things more comfortable, but….

Ha. He couldn’t really do that now could he?

His loud, obnoxious ringtone started up, nearly scaring the life right out of him. 

Hey, Listen! 

The blonde frowned at his phone, shutting off the notification and flusterdly sifting through his messenger bag for his medication. 

So much for making friends, at this rate he’d never stop being a fumbling mess long enough to even try introductions. 

okay, so she needed a plan of action. well, not necessarily, as she really wasn’t in the most compromising situation ever, but she was a little dumbfounded as to what to do. there was a good chance he was probably drawing her, but she had definitely been drawing him, so if he was, it was fair, wasn’t it? no matter how much she hated being someone else’s muse. she sat with her back facing him, head resting on her palm in thought for quite some time.

until she felt her hair shift a little strangely.

the leaf that the boy had pulled out of her hair had gently latched on to a few strands, and as it was lifted off her hair she could feel it. a bit lost in her thoughts, she absentmindedly patted her bangs, feeling nothing out of the ordinary, and decided to forget about it. if it was a bug or something, it wasn’t bothering her now, and that was all that mattered.

she had resorted to tapping nervously on her sketchbook, having not turned around for quite some time now, afraid to see what the boy was doing next. that is, until she heard a loud ringtone. jumping in surprise at the sudden loud noise breaking the calm stupor of the courtyard, she turned around, only to see the boy still in the same spot.

she felt bad, looking at him. he should know that she was drawing him. he seemed like a decent person, anyways, and just about as awkward as she was what with his fumbling of his bag, so she stood up with shaky legs and slowly made her way to him, sketchbook in hands. baby blue eyes were wary as she walked up to him, hands nervously fidgeting with her sketchbook.

“uhm. hi. i’m namine. i-i, uh, i was —- w-well, i was drawing you…”

she nervously held out her sketchbook for him to see.

[letmespeakman-blog]

His medication was dissolving on his tongue as he looked at her, cheeks stuffed and eyes wide. He blinked, looking at the book and swallowing the pills thickly, the clump feeling like an icky blob in his esophagus. 

His ear twitched, and he smiled at her, taking the book from her small hands and-

Holy shit this was incredible. She was amazing!

Large blue eyes got impossibly wider, and by goodness Link wished he could say something. 

All he could do was hand the book back and grin, offering a little clap and many enthusiastic thumbs ups. 

He then snatched up his phone, opening up the notepad app and typing something to her. 

How funny! I was drawin ya too!

He showed her his sketchbook just as she had shown him his. 

[naminewalton]

sketchy || namine & link

[naminewalton]

letmespeakman:

Ah! He’d been found out. Well, more like seen, not discovered. Link was fairly certain the blonde girl had no clue what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to be impolite and pretend he hadn’t noticed her acknowledgement. 

Due to his lack of speaking abilities, Link mouthed out a thank you, for the words her lips formed were easy to read after years of study. 

Sapphire eyes shifted back down to the paper, erasing stray sketch marks and moving on to more refined guidelines. Almost to the coloring, his favorite part~!

A leaf from the tree feel from it’s loose spot on a branch, fluttering down and landing atop her blonde head. How… adorable. This girl reminded Link of Lucy, who reminded him of his sister. 

So this girl, in a way, also reminded him of his sister. Hm. How adorable. 

She didn’t seem to notice the leaf, and Link snorted in amusement, no real sound escaping his useless vocal chords. He drew that in too. 

oh god, he had definitely seen her, as she saw him mouth back a small little thanks. she almost face-palmed at her own stupidness, but decided against it, hoping that maybe he hadn’t noticed she was drawing him. he appeared to be drawing something too, but the thought that he might be drawing her never even crossed her mind. shyly, she averted her eyes back to her sketchbook, to finish the sketch and eventually start working on the color for it.

the leaf that link had noticed had gone painfully unnoticed by the blonde girl, as she got engrossed into the coloring process of her art. it demanded her full attention, and her bangs were so thick that they prevented her from feeling the leaf resting gently atop them. she glanced back up to the stranger, and noticed that he was looking at her funny. she knit her eyebrows as they made eye-contact, before realizing what she had done and quickly lowered her eyes once more.

what was he doing? she had already told him bless you. then a thought hit her. could he…be doing exactly what she was doing? drawing some stranger across the courtyard? she kept her head lowered as she looked over at the  blonde boy once more, bangs hiding her curious eyes. it made sense, she realized. she also realized that she did not want to be the subject of a picture. nervously, she turned around, back facing towards him.

she had no idea what to do. should she go up to him? confront him? she turned around a snuck a peek at him once more, before snapping back to how she was sitting, back faced towards him and shoulders hunched, in a way to hide.

[letmespeakman-blog]

Aw dang. She had noticed. The poor thing was even hiding! 

Link felt guilty for approximately 0.00016 seconds, and then closed his eyes, imagining the fine details that had been hidden away last second, touching up the artwork before shading her face in a light alabaster. 

And then after another 0.00016 seconds the guilt came flooding back. 

Link stood silently, bare feet against the soft green grass. He stealthily padded around each fallen leaf, avoiding any crunching or any sounds in general, making his way to the girl in a relatively silent manner and peeking over her shoulder at the drawing in her lap. 

Wow, it was really excellent. It was unfortunate that she had such a hideous subject such as himself. If she had been drawing somebody like Ravio, Fay, or even herself, then she would have been better off. 

Link reached out, not even breathing, pulling the leaf out of her hair and putting it in his pocket. 

Heck, maybe he’d find a way to put it in his own picture. 

Walking backwards, retracing his steps with barely an utterance, Link made his way back to his spot and sandwiched the leaf between two pages in his sketchbook. 

Wait shit, maybe him sneaking around like that had been creepy. He’d try to talk to the girl to make things more comfortable, but....

Ha. He couldn’t really do that now could he?

His loud, obnoxious ringtone started up, nearly scaring the life right out of him. 

Hey, Listen! 

The blonde frowned at his phone, shutting off the notification and flusterdly sifting through his messenger bag for his medication. 

So much for making friends, at this rate he’d never stop being a fumbling mess long enough to even try introductions. 

[naminewalton]

sketchy || namine & link

[naminewalton]

letmespeakman:

There was this girl who Link found rather beautiful. She was short and pale and blonde, like a pastel version of his own color scheme. He had spent so much time drawing beautiful people like impa, Ravio, and other dark-schemed individuals that he now felt inclined to indulge in the lighter tones. 

She was even sitting under a tree. A fully bloomed MAGNOLIA tree. How more perfect could the scene get???

So Linked sketched, trying not to look to suspicious as to not disturb the girl from her ‘natural environment’. 

What a beautiful image before him. He hoped he could do it justice-

He sneezed rather loudly, disorienting himself for a moment. 

Perhaps sitting by the flowers wasn’t a good idea, considering his pollen sensitivity. 

namine took her time with the sketch, careful to not make a mark too dark here and line too shaky there. although she knew the boy could get up and move at any time, she felt it important to be thorough with this portrait. his features simply demanded it. crystal blue irises wander back up to the stranger hesitantly, wondering if he had noticed her yet.

then he sneezed.

it took her by slight surprise, but it was admittedly a little cute —- what with how his nose scrunched up before the impact and how dazed he seemed to look afterwards. namine almost let a giggle escape her, before remembering her current circumstances, and averting her attention elsewhere. of course, before she could do that, she muttered a small ‘bless you’ in politeness.

wait, could he see her lips move when she did that? she wasn’t sure, and grew anxious, nervously and absentmindedly tapping her pencil on the sketchbook she was holding.

[letmespeakman-blog]

Ah! He’d been found out. Well, more like seen, not discovered. Link was fairly certain the blonde girl had no clue what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to be impolite and pretend he hadn’t noticed her acknowledgement. 

Due to his lack of speaking abilities, Link mouthed out a thank you, for the words her lips formed were easy to read after years of study. 

Sapphire eyes shifted back down to the paper, erasing stray sketch marks and moving on to more refined guidelines. Almost to the coloring, his favorite part~!

A leaf from the tree feel from it’s loose spot on a branch, fluttering down and landing atop her blonde head. How... adorable. This girl reminded Link of Lucy, who reminded him of his sister. 

So this girl, in a way, also reminded him of his sister. Hm. How adorable. 

She didn’t seem to notice the leaf, and Link snorted in amusement, no real sound escaping his useless vocal chords. He drew that in too. 

[rp-suggestionbox]

Song-inspired Asks

Mrs. Potato Head: Are you happy with the appearance you have?

Young God: Would you do anything for power?

Running Up That Hill: Is there anyone you would want to trade lives with?

E.V.O.L.: Is it better to be in love or to be loved by others?

Love is Noise: Have you been hurt by love in the past?

East of Eden: Do you have a safe space or ideal place?

We Are Young: Do you prefer to hang out and befriend your elders or those younger? Maybe somewhere in-between?

I Knew You Were Trouble: Would you do something even if you knew you’d regret it later? Does emotion beat logic?

Time Won’t Let Me Go: Do you tend to dwell on the past?

I Need Some Sleep: What are your sleeping habits?

Perform This Way: Do you have any rituals or habits before you go to work or school?

The Final Countdown: Is there anything you want to do for sure before you die?

I Know What Boys Like: Do you purposefully try to invite the attention of the opposite gender? Maybe the same gender.

Big Houses: Where does your character live as opposed to where they would like to live?

Red Right Hand: Is there anyone you would be willing to kill?

Lolita: Would you ever seduce someone for your own gain?

Kinda Outta Luck: Do you have fun when you’re living dangerously? Would a normal peaceful life be impossible for you?

I Need a Doctor: When you’re hurting, do you keep it to yourself or search for help?

Enjoy the Silence: Do you believe in actions over words?

Pompeii: Is there a moment in your life you’d like to change? Would you do anything for that chance?

Let Her Go: Do you realize things too late?

World Spins Madly On: Do you believe your death would change nothing in the world? That you would be forgotten?

[naminewalton]

sketchy || namine & link

@letmespeakman

another beautiful day to draw in the courtyard! namine sighed in content as she stretched out in the grass, sketchbook lying her lap as he pencil poised hesitantly over blank paper. it was a little bit of free time for her — she could draw anything she wanted, but nothing seemed to be coming to mind. frowning, her eyes scanned the courtyard in hopes of procuring some form  of inspiration for the young artist. 

immediately, her eyes landed on a blonde young man not too far from where namine was perched under a tree, and her mind practically screamed at her to draw him. she wasn’t sure what it was, but something about him just begged to be captured on paper. of course, she hadn’t noticed his sketchbook and how he seemed to throwing a few glances her way. quickly, she broke her gaze off him and began working on something rough.

namine bit her lip, knowing she needed to look back up at him again, but afraid he would notice her intentions. it wasn’t really in her character to draw people without permission, but he was just such a great muse, and she really didn’t feel inclined to actually approach him. hesitantly, she lifted her eyes up off the paper to glance at him again, half of her face hidden by her sketchbook as if it would help hide her at all. she wasn’t sure if he had noticed her or not, but he hadn’t approached her yet, so that was a good sign.

[letmespeakman-blog]

There was this girl who Link found rather beautiful. She was short and pale and blonde, like a pastel version of his own color scheme. He had spent so much time drawing beautiful people like impa, Ravio, and other dark-schemed individuals that he now felt inclined to indulge in the lighter tones. 

She was even sitting under a tree. A fully bloomed MAGNOLIA tree. How more perfect could the scene get???

So Linked sketched, trying not to look to suspicious as to not disturb the girl from her ‘natural environment’. 

What a beautiful image before him. He hoped he could do it justice-

He sneezed rather loudly, disorienting himself for a moment. 

Perhaps sitting by the flowers wasn’t a good idea, considering his pollen sensitivity. 

[ravio-bunny-boy-blog]

Hit and Run (Carnival Ravio & Link)

[letmespeakman-blog]

Too long! He signed happily, looking his ex over from top to bottom, admiring his choice of attire and the way his hair framed his face and the way his face lit up the whole world in bright cheery delight-

He smelt like funnel cake and cotton candy. So very sweet, just like his heart.

Link swallowed thickly, setting a hand on Ravio’s shirt for a moment, right over his heartbeat, before stepping back a pace. 

So I see you too were terrorizing the innocent villagers with your wild kart driving. The blonde teased, brow arched and lips curling into the slightest of smirks as his hands moved. 

[ravio-bunny-boy-blog]

“Ah, yes i was!”

Ravio smiled brightly, pulling his hood down and shaking out his beautiful black hair. It made him think back to when they were younger and Link suggested that he grow it out.

And he listened, and it turned out to have been a really good idea. But Ravio wasn’t really sure if link had actually ever seen his hair this long before, or even down like this. 

So he let it slip over his shoulders, smile fading into a softer one as he eyed his ex up and down. 

“You look hungry… want a caramel apple?”

[letmespeakman-blog]

Link almost signed ‘I want you’. Almost. he stopped himself before the last hand motion, however, changing it up to something more appropriate to the situation. 

I want a caramel apple and a funnel cake and corn dog that my stomach is probably going to really really regret later!

Link stilled his hands after this silent explanation, reaching out and running his fingers through Ravio’s silky tresses.  

Oh wow, he looked really handsome at the moment. Very.. very pretty. 

With quick hands, hands that have mastered string instruments of all kinds, Link twisted some of Ravio’s hair into a perfect braid, tapering to such a tight twist at the end that rubber bands were lo longer required. 

You grew it out, hm? Looks amazing, Ravio!

Link signed happily, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the bumper cars so that other people could actually get their turn. 

[ravio-bunny-boy-blog]

Hit and Run (Carnival Ravio & Link)

[letmespeakman-blog]

Too long! He signed happily, looking his ex over from top to bottom, admiring his choice of attire and the way his hair framed his face and the way his face lit up the whole world in bright cheery delight-

He smelt like funnel cake and cotton candy. So very sweet, just like his heart.

Link swallowed thickly, setting a hand on Ravio’s shirt for a moment, right over his heartbeat, before stepping back a pace. 

So I see you too were terrorizing the innocent villagers with your wild kart driving. The blonde teased, brow arched and lips curling into the slightest of smirks as his hands moved. 

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

Headcanon Meme!

☄: What would your muse wish upon a star for?

♒: How often does your muse bath?

☺: What is something that’ll make your muse happy?

☹: What is something that’ll make your muse sad?

✎: Does your muse have a good education?

✝: What are your muse’s religious belief(s)?

✍: What is your muse’s handwriting like?

⁈: What is something that’ll startle your muse?

☁: What is your muse’s ideal weather?

♡: What is your muse’s ideal date?

✗: What is something your muse absolutely hates?

[miss-morbidly-morbid-deactivate]

[letmespeakman-blog]

Unrealistic  (Link Drabble)

I believe in a world where tears are just raindrops. Where sadness is just a myth, a lore or legend made to use when happy kids became melancholy, to keep up moral in case smiles turned to frowns. I believe in a world where everyone is happy, where there is no more room in the planet, in the oceans, in the atmosphere, for salt-filled liquids to drop down streaked cheeks. 

I believe in a world without poverty, without ill will, without rich and without poor, where everyone is different but the same. I believe, and I'm incorrect to do so, that everyone deserves a little happiness, that everyone should enjoy riches for just a little while, even if it's taken away. I'd like to say I believe in miracles, magic, things such as this, but I cannot. There is no hope past what people themselves are willing to do, and that isn't very much at all. 

I believe swing-sets should be cleaned, protected from rust so that children don't run back to their parents with dark orange hands and the possibility of tetanus. My hands are very orange, and I believe that the park should have a clean, safe bathroom so that I can wash myself. 

I believe in a world where heroes don't exist, where a man can save a princess not because he wants to get with her or because of an award, but because it is the decent thing to do as a human being. I also believe in a world where women, princesses, queens, can save a man's ass just as easily and with just as little judgment as a man can. 

I believe in a world of equality without violence, even though it is extremely improbable. I believe in stepping stones without mulch spewed over the top, and fireworks that take different shapes instead of looking like pompoms every time they light against light polluted skies.

I believe in a world where the stars still come out. I believe I should be able to tilt my head back from where I sit on this swing and be able to see Andromeda on her steady collision course with our Milky Way. I also believe that, in this perfect world, she should never even collide, but perfect worlds don't exist, so why bother? 

I skid my feet against the moist mulch and slow to a stop, wiping the rust caking my hands on my pale jeans and watching the color stain topaz. I took a step, a hesitant one, out of the mulch and into the blue-tinted grass. 

It was so dark, and as my brown boots sank into the watery mud it got darker. I began my silent trek home. Where my home was located, I was not entirely sure. 

What, after all, was a home? Was it a building you slept in every night? Was it under the roof your family lived under? No, it didn’t seem right at all. 

I see my home in the faces of the people I meet every day. I see bits of me in them, fragments of a soul I give away without renewing. I’m a hallow husk of a man, of a child, and to feel at home I have to be with the people I love, even if they can’t even tolerate me. 

And it’s unfortunate, really, since I happen to love everyone on sight, whether it be affectionate, passionate, hateful, or friendly.

My home was with Ravio, the man I loved. My home was also with Sorey, the silly boy who dared to call my revolting mask of a face beautiful. My home was with my best friend, Demyx, who probably hates me by now. 

They probably all do...

A hand nudges against mine, and it made my eyes go wide, my child-like form shying away as I looked at the tall man beside me. 

Purple... what a comforting, loving color. I stepped closer, loosing my footing, falling and catching myself against him, small hands gripping his violet coat. 

When did it get so cold? When did I start seeing puffs of breath as white clouds billowing around my face? None of these questions mattered, for I was heaved up onto the purple man’s back, and everything became oh-so warm...

I rested my freckled cheek against the back of his shoulder, blonde hair contrasting against the wisps of raven at the nape of his neck. An old familiar feeling welled up in my dying heart, one I used to so confidently label as love. 

But that wasn’t true. 

If this was love, why did it hurt so much? 

My eyes grew heavy, much heavier then my child body must have been to this man, for I struggled so valiantly to keep cerulean hue’s open. 

As soon as eyelids fluttered closed, I felt a warm hand encompass mine, and I lifted my weary head, exhaustion drained from my skin to this strangers, this odd short brunette. 

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, which he returned quickly, lips pressing to my round cheek in a small show of affection. Feathers tickled my pointed ear as he did this, and I turned my face back into the purple’s man’s coat. 

We walked. We walked for god knows how long, and with each step I realized that it hadn’t been my own sleepiness that weighed down my eyes. 

Tears, no, liquid emotion dripped down my round cheeks, soaking into the purple and staining it darker. With my free hand I attempted to smudge the marks away, heart pounding in my chest like a frantic bird anxious to be freed. 

The coat was still marred, just like everything else I had stumbled across during my meaningless life. 

I’m sorry my Love, for your purple coat, and the lost love it symbolizes. I’m sorry for marring you with myself, with my feelings, with everything I did or said or didn’t say. 

I’m sorry, to the warm hand that so gently enclosed around my small one, for stealing your warmth and replacing it with nothing but my own frigidity. 

I opened my mouth, to apologize, but the only thing that came out was a broken sob. I let my eyes shut, and when I opened them, the warmth was gone. 

My boots felt tight around my feet, like I was being bound to where I now stood. My knees were wobbly, the chambers of my heart contracting and expanding in a manner that made their lack of consultation evident. 

It seems like even my own heart was at odds against itself. 

My legs gave in, and my body, the body of a mere child, collapsed to the snow-covered ground in a shivering heap. When had it started to snow..?

I stared up at the starless sky, pushing down the vain hope the welled inside my strained chest whenever a flickering plane would pass overhead. My own frozen breath fogged out even that image. 

I heard feet trudging through the snow, old sneakers coming to a stop in my line of vision. The man crouched, ruffled my frosted hair, and a wave of heat traveled down my spine like electricity. 

I sat up, eyes wide and puffy, mouth moving with a stream of words yet not a single sound was emitted. 

I tried to get closer to him, to this warm being, only for my arms to collapse and send me nose-first into the pillow of snow. 

I wanted to say I was sorry, especially as the man scooped me into his lap and help me like I was somebody he cared for, warm hands and fingers drumming against my clothed back in an attempt to comfort me, my cheek against soft dirty-blonde locks that swept down from a very Bowie-Esq hairstyle

I knew this man, just as I had known the others, and the overwhelming heat he provided was enough to ebb away the cold, make me feel safe and loved, if only for a moment. 

My lip trembled, brow furrowed as the oceans in my eyes began to stir again. I rested my chin against his shoulder as he hummed to me, one hand tapping its way to my arm, where he pushed back my sleeve and rubbed the long surgery scar. 

I sobbed out an apology, squeezing my eyes shut to prevent more saltwater from cascading down my skin. 

And when I opened my eyes...

It was cold, and dark. I blinked a few times to adjust myself, rubbing the discolored bags under my eyes as i propped myself up with my shoulder. 

I looked around. My dorm room was empty, my eyes felt heavy, and it was so very cold here.

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

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[letmespeakman-blog]

Link's most important friendships

Link has a lot of friends. He has a lot of family, people he loves despite the absence of blood relation. 

He had his best friends, Demyx and Sorey. His band buddies, the two guy’s he, at this point, wasn’t sure he could live without. The Lazy Bowie Boy and the Lunatic (and that’s said with every ounce of love Link could fit in his offbeat heart). He loved them both like brothers. They were warm and present, always putting smiles onto his face even when he felt about three seconds from sobbing. 

Demyx played guitar. jamming good with Link and Sorey. That’s a reference. A damn good one too. Link knew only his two best friends could get it, even if it took them a moment to see past the words. 

He had been called beautiful by Sorey. And he knew the brunette had been joking, but it had lifted his spirits from the gutter for quite a while, and for that he couldn’t be more grateful. 

Link felt worthwhile, around his friends. He felt like he was more than just a ticking time bomb, with his heart pumping on and on until it would destroy him from within. They were a distraction, but a grand one. 

If he wanted to cry, he’d text Demyx instead, and he’d be over in an instant with snacks and cookies. It was the only time Link ever saw the musician have the initiative to do something on his own. 

It was odd. His friends were odd. But they were perfect, they were there, they were warm and alive and close to his heart unlike his fami-

No, they WERE his family. 

Especially Lucy, the adorable blonde girl that he adored like a younger sister. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe from dumb boys and dumb girls alike, take her out for ice cream and watch dumb soap operas in the dorm room when she was feeling upset. 

Link loved Lucy as if she was his late sister. 

And then there was Ravio. 

There was always Ravio... Since the very beginning he had been there, a stealer of innocence, a boy who liked to pluck petals off of flowers and keep the pieces (both literally and metaphorically). 

He was a beautiful man, in Link’s eyes at least. He was smart, passionate, quirky and stupid all at the same time. He had odd teeth, and odd voice, a lanky body and an odd way of moving about. 

He was an asshole who left Link right before the blonde has went to college, not saying why he was upset until a good two years later. He was a jerk, but he was sweet, and he had his fingers wrapped so tightly around Link’s heart that he no longer thought it would be the disease that killed him. 

He wasn’t just friends with Ravio. He loved him. He loved him to a point where his belly did gymnastics whenever they made eye contact. He loved him to the point where his favorite color became green just so that whenever he laid eyes upon it he could think of those eyes... 

He was his best friend. Irreplaceable. He did odd things to Link. He made him laugh, made him cry, made him feel like shit and made him feel blessed all at the same time. 

Friends... friends were important to Link. Anyone that could put up with him really was considered family, and... 

Link really loved them all. If they were to leave him.. he’d..

[letmespeakman-blog]

★

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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★ (Marluxia)

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better