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“ I wonder how long these days I've taken for granted will go on ? “
‘ until you no longer take your life for granted. it is cruel that way; the second you cling to something, life will tear it out from under your feet. or perhaps.. i am alone in this too. ‘
featherbraincd:
❛ ————– yes. it’s poundin’. ❜
🔪 █ ▌ ALWAYS one to address things concerning him first, the Harbinger responds with an amount of chagrin unusual for such an innocent inquiry. Being caught in any kind of weakened state sets off alarm bells, has him reverting to evasion rather than honesty.
🔪 █ ▌ A palm sweeps over his eyes for a moment, temporary darkness offering minor relief before he looks at her face once more.
❛ ————– then le’me show you? ❜
she lifts one hand, hesitates. her fingertips are like blades, equal in strength to the sword of a knight and sharper still -- instead an open palm, an offer. ‘ show me, ‘ at first it sounds more like a demand (she hates to be in need of assistance, she truly does), but she softens and plucks the can with delicate precision, ‘ show me and i’ll fix your head. ‘
KIWI. starter call while i work on fixing my pages?
angcay:
❛ not money ? ❜ he echoes, noting that as a plus in his head. he follows her with his eyes when she gets up, but immediately turns away upon seeing her own eyes. what fire in them ! dostoevsky didn’t want those boring into his while he spoke. instead, he inspects the floor, other furniture, & every little detail in the room. it may make it seem as though he isn’t paying as close attention, but it would be better than those eyes. ❛ i believe i understand. but, you still play the neutral role in this. how can i be sure that i can trust you ? having a facilitator would be helpful. can you ensure i get what i want ? ❜
‘ the only thing i can assure you of is your safety -- even someone like you must understand that something cannot come from nothing. ‘ status does not guarantee results -- the same goes for power. her true gift was her loyalty to humanity; if she could prevent a potentially life threatening gang war from breaking out across yokohama -- well, she would do anything. really, to be so absolute in judgment -- she is a monster of her own making. ‘ i’ve been a negotiator for a long time; it’s often a two way street. you have to give to get. does that make sense? ‘
medeacs:
“ nobody asked you . “ chidori’s stubborn terms were curt and sharp , similar to the shape of her notorious axe hooked to the back of her dress . nonetheless , she felt the need to be swift with refusal to answer just what stained her white sleeve red . “ stop looking . “ @lunacea
‘ this doesn’t have to be difficult. ‘ the average citizen is quite fearful of her -- they sink their teeth in before she can even get a word across. all bite, no bark. ‘ i’m looking for someone, ‘ she says and the words come across heated because she is pressed for time -- pure lunaraix magic can drive anyone who comes in contact with it over the edge (there is no time to pry), ‘ this is important; did a tall man come this way? -- tell me and I’ll go. ‘
featherbraincd:
🔪 █ ▌ WHEN the noises stop, the harbinger breathes a sigh of tangible relief. the end of his tether is even closer than it normally is given his pounding headache, and now that he has the quiet to feel comfortable in he commences rubbing his aching temples. humans really do wear him thin… there’s only so much incessant stupidity he can take.
🔪 █ ▌ AFTER a moment of quiet, pained groaning, crow reluctantly turns his head to look at the other once more. the can in her grasp remains unopened, something he finds incredibly strange. the point of having a beverage is to drink it, isn’t it…?
❛ ————– aren’t y’goin’ t’drink that…? ❜
the can rests gently at her thigh, runes glowing softly at cool temperature offered by its presence -- no matter how many years go by, like all things, she must eventually adapt. no matter how pointless drinking fizzy syrup water may seem -- it is part of the experience of this era, is it not? ‘ it is difficult to open, ‘ answered finally, fingers curling over knees as she slouches slightly -- it’s quite warm out for the evening. she supposes maybe that’s what’s bothering him as well. ‘ does your head hurt? ‘
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he can’t stand that , that no , but he seems to have upset her all the while , if the way her body alights is any indication . which means … ❛ you can’t control that , can you ? that’s dangerous . or maybe i’ve just pissed you off ? ❜ his head tilts curiously , eyes sneering beneath the slots that bleached white fingers provides . it’s not like he’s the height of self - control , himself ; his base instincts scream for destruction , but any leverage over an opponent needs to be taken . what he lacks in raw power he more than makes up for in analytics .
❛ if you want me to trust like that , maybe you ought to tell me what your work is … if you’re using my space ; the least you can do is spit that out . ❜
‘ look: sometimes I can, and sometimes I can’t, ‘ a quick answer, but hardly straightforward, ‘ it’s complicated. ‘ again fingers run the course of her knees, sinking between the carvings that sing upon her skin -- sacred yet ugly. she keeps hunched then, doesn’t move much save for her eyes towards his. ‘ i’m waiting for someone, ‘ she turns and opens her jaw, adjusts the crystals that grow haphazardly between her teeth with a silent grind and continues with a sigh, ‘ they come, i go. no sooner, no later. ‘
I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.
Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry (via gaeillis)
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oh, but it is something he’s got full control of ! how naïve can she be? how privileged a life must it have been for such erroneous beliefs to fester within her? all morals, all hints of fading sympathy left him years ago ; it is undesirable by society’s standards – he knows that well – but Akutagawa Ryūnosuke is not a man who pays heed to what is righteous or preferred by the masses. if he were to speak the truth, the woman is burning with a flame which is more irritating than dangerous to be around : so what if she could lay waste upon this city? the claim does not faze him and he makes a clear point of expressing it. ❝ so could I. ❞ yet he does nothing to burn Yokohama down, for strict goals and aspirations bind him into a world of hope… that one day everything he has wished for will have been worth every drop of blood and sweat. he doesn’t back down ; instead his eyes widen, his tone is raised, and a wild burst of uncontrolled emotion has him in its grasp.
❝ if I hadn’t taken lives they would have taken mine ! don’t speak to me of power. do not – ever again – tell me I don’t understand ! ❞
‘ you are an enemy to none but yourself, akutagawa. ‘ a puppet strung high on an anger clad thread, holding tightly for life -- perhaps incapable of forgiveness, unable to forget. she knows very well that he could make a villian of himself; and, of course, rashomon is not an ability to be taken lightly, but.. she cares very little. her life means very little to her; to her obligations would end here? it is a selfish thought -- of course she wouldn’t let him kill her. ‘ answer me something: what is it you hold dear? ‘ she allows her head to loll back some, rising now with fingers dripping in red. ‘ is all that’s left of you that bitter rage? ‘ like a wolf with teeth bare, tearing apart anything in its way. ‘ i don’t think you can understand. ‘
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KIWI. kora is often times referred to by her aliases -- the crystal spectre or the spear of the lunariax. to some she is also known as carlisle’s ghost, but becomes somewhat bitter when called such. in general, most people don’t know her name and if she hears it spoken by a stranger she will become extremely suspicious considering her careful use of it.
KIWI. i’m going to be unfollowing some inactive blogs; if you could like this to let me know you’re still interested in interacting that would be super.
" don't get distracted . " the detective taps the other's head with a forefinger ! " pay attention ~ . "
a deflection from her previous question, she is somewhat startled when her head lolls against the pressure. the negotiator’s eyes widening ever so slightly, she is quick to tuck her feelings about the gesture away in a simple shake of the head. ‘ none of that made any kind of sense. ‘ sure, he had been spontaneous before – a smart man, no matter his take on the subject – but this was downright insane. ‘ i’m going to go on record as saying: this is a bad idea. ‘ not only was this information unverified, but his plans on the matter were a mixture of hot air and a whole lot of good luck – she’s surprised he’s yet to tie some charms to his coat tails. ‘ you can’t possibly be serious about this, dazai – the risk to reward is entirely skewed.. there has to be a more plausible way. ‘
“you’re either with me or against me.”
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‘ it’s not as simple as you think. ‘ and it is not easy for her to explain as much to someone who has not been through the same training; who has not had as much time to rigorously plot, plan, and act a certain way for the majority of their life. ‘ situations like these are not black and white, and I most certainly am not a first party. ‘ third if anything; a hired hand or watchful eye, but never with or against - lest her ability turn the world on its heel purely by chance. ‘ what are you going to do, kanda? i’m the only chance you’ve got. ‘
I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set.
Moss Angel The Undying, from Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog (via lifeinpoetry)
angcay:
❛ i don’t find any comfort in aligning with the neutral party. ❜ he would much rather place his trust in people who were clearly on his side, than people who were only in the middle ground. dostoevsky, above all else, needed people to work in tandem with that would only have his best interests in mind. he felt that she was nothing of the sort, & might never be. ❛ if i were to ask you for help, wouldn’t you then be picking a side ? my side, even ? while i am always open for new help, you would have to turn your back on another party to help my party. ❜
‘ the simple answer is: i don’t work for you -- akin to a broker, you cannot hire me. i don’t take any form of payment; not money, not warm-fuzzies. ‘ the woman rises from her seat, crossing her arms. her eyes burn beneath the fluorescent lighting, a lava of indigos and violets. beneath her higher purpose was an unsightly amount of guilt, shared only by the wrinkle of her brow and the way she speaks, curt and with purpose. ‘ i work in the best interest of both parties to facilitate whatever demand is made and act as impartial mediator. in essence i would help both parties simultaneously. it may seem a bit confusing -- like I said earlier, this is not a job that just anyone could do. ‘
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