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PSA
I may have to return to this blog.
My new multimuse, noitessemsonhos-deactivated2015, has been deactivated, as you can clearly see.
However. This was done without my knowledge and I am currently trying to get in contact with tumblr to see if they can help me get it back. I’m not getting my hopes up though.
I’m going to wait another day or so, and if I haven’t received a response by then, I will be coming back to this blog and bringing some new muses as well.
PSA
I may have to return to this blog.
My new multimuse, noitessemsonhos-deactivated2015, has been deactivated, as you can clearly see.
However. This was done without my knowledge and I am currently trying to get in contact with tumblr to see if they can help me get it back. I’m not getting my hopes up though.
I’m going to wait another day or so, and if I haven’t received a response by then, I will be coming back to this blog and bringing some new muses as well.
PSA
I may have to return to this blog.
My new multimuse, noitessemsonhos-deactivated2015, has been deactivated, as you can clearly see.
However. This was done without my knowledge and I am currently trying to get in contact with tumblr to see if they can help me get it back. I’m not getting my hopes up though.
I’m going to wait another day or so, and if I haven’t received a response by then, I will be coming back to this blog and bringing some new muses as well.
PSA
I may have to return to this blog.
My new multimuse, noitessemsonhos-deactivated2015, has been deactivated, as you can clearly see.
However. This was done without my knowledge and I am currently trying to get in contact with tumblr to see if they can help me get it back. I’m not getting my hopes up though.
I’m going to wait another day or so, and if I haven’t received a response by then, I will be coming back to this blog and bringing some new muses as well.
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Dropped threads:
frostshadowsblood - Kenny; [x] [x] , Noiz; [x] born-into-fame - Badou; [x] dgraymuse - Allen; [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] , Lavi; [x] bookmans-lavi - Junior; [x] deadawakening - Badou; [x] lenalee-lee-loves-lavi - Allen; [x] clownedinnocence - Junior/Lavi; [x] dryjuicebroker - Noiz; [x] apendaye - Noiz; [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] spatoutofhell - Noiz; [x] innocent-gang-leader - Usagi; [x] , Noiz; [x] poiised-archive - Noiz; [x]
Moved threads:
apendaye - Allen; [x] , Lavi; [x] [x] [x] , Usagi; [x] , Noiz; [x] [x] [x] dgraymuse - Allen; [x] superhuman--catastrophe - Usagi; [x] everlasting-delusions - Badou; [x]
I also have a bunch of asks and such that I need to transfer over, but for now, this is all that I’m aware of that I owe here.
Yes, well. My mentor doesn’t seem to think so. He’s constantly remindin’ me that we’re just here ta observe. That I’m gettin’ too close ta people and need ta back off a bit.
Doesn’t help that the order is associated with the Vatican. So, y’know, homosexual relations aren’t exactly smiled upon.
I’ve been tryin’ ta think of a solution before we started datin’. Unfortunately, all I can think of is droppin’ off the face of the Earth. Which would be hard enough on it’s own, considerin’ the church would probably try their damnedest to try and find us.
The only thing is, even if I did happen ta run inta Allen again, I wouldn’t be “Lavi” anymore. And I wouldn’t be able ta slip back inta that persona. Not that I wouldn’t want ta, of course. It’s just how things go.
Like I said, I’m used ta it. Used ta hidin’ how I feel too, so. Ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. But I might consider askin’ the head nurse for somethin’.
I might eventually, though it wouldn’t bother me much if I never did. It’s not important anymore.
I ended up gettin’ shot when I was 7. Not on purpose, or anythin’. It was just a stray bullet. But it did nearly kill me. The old man got mad at me because I apparently wouldn’t let go of his hair while unconscious.
Other than that, nothin’ really excitin’ happened until we joined the order.
Though the day we got there, they were in the middle of a funeral. And I figured then, that this was a war these people wouldn’t be able ta win.
Of course, I don’t exactly think that anymore.
Then perhaps I should have a little talk with your mentor. He seems to believe in very old and archaic ways. Which will do him nor anyone else any good. It’s great to keep traditions alive, but some do need to be changed.
Oh screw the Vatican, the only sane person in those walls is the current pope. And speaking of him, he’s got no problem with homosexual relations. So any person who dares to breathe one word and is a member of the Vatican will need to answer to him. None should be discriminated against, not in religion or otherwise.
Come here and none of them would touch a hair on your heads. As a mother, I am a vicious cynic and will promptly tear them to shreds if they tried. This is absolutely ridiculous that you two have to do all of this just to be together. This type of behaviour shouldn’t be allowed, shouldn’t be tolerated, and damn sure wont be. I’ve lived under discrimination my entire life for my race and I will not tolerate two young boys having to forget their hearts for the sake of other people’s bullshit.
You shouldn’t tolerate it either. Don’t just say you’re used to it, don’t say you’re fine with it. You shouldn’t have to be. Anyone who would tell you otherwise is a damn fool. It’s hard, but you cannot give up. Refuse it, reject it, whether in bitter defying terms or in proud shouts. Giving up is never an option.
A war is a war, and whether it’s winable or not, you still fight it anyways. Surely you’ve learned that from witnessing the soldiers in them fight.
Shot!? At the age of seven? Oh mi querido, that’s terrible. Though you clinging to his hair is quite amusing.
He flinched automatically when she made to hit him, honestly surprised when she didn’t. “Well it’s not like I would know anything about that. I was raised by Bookman. And I haven’t really interacted with a mother in a long time.”
Lavi tensed slightly when she turned her attention to him, relaxing after a second. “Ya have a point. I doubt there’s any chance I’d leave here without a fight after everything that’s happened. And there’s no way in hell I’d just leave Allen behind.”
They both grimaced at the mention of the old man. “Gramps ain’t here right now. Chief sent him out on a mission. Might be a week or two before he comes back. And I can only imagine how well that conversation will go… He’d probably hit me for tellin’ ya anythin’. I ain’t supposed ta tell people about how the clan works…”
"If he hits you, you probably deserve it."
"He’d technically be hittin’ you too, ya know."
Her expression turned into a more amused one when he said he hadn’t interacted with a mother in a while. “Well it’s no wonder you thought lying to me would be acceptable. Apparently Gramps hasn’t taught you boys how to socialize properly.” She chimed, waving her hand dismissively as she looked at the both of them. The fact that they were willing to fight meant more than they probably knew. It all started with a spark after all, and then it grows into a flame. Her fingers twisted and she snorted. “Week or two, hm? Well then, mi querido. I suppose you should tell him that he has a meeting with a very, very, displeased mother. If he thumps you, I’ll thump him.”
It seemed there was no changing her mind. When she was set on something, she could certainly turn into quite the cynical person as well as the most ruthless. All her life she’s been living by a cut throat code, so it made sense if one knew her well enough. “It’ll certainly be a conversation to remember. As I’ve no qualms with properly putting a grown man in his place concerning the well being of kids.” She reached up to flick Junior on the cheek. “And no one deserves to be hit for speaking of their ink to someone. Even under orders of discretion, you’ve a right to tell your story to a person who wishes to hear it.”
Bookman gives him a look as she speaks and he tries to avoid looking too guilty. It was obvious from the way she spoke that he had said more than he should have, and the old man was most likely going to punish him for that later. But right now, there were more important things to worry about.
They followed after her, Lavi staying far enough away so that he wouldn’t be hit at any point during this entire thing, even going as far as sitting closest to her as Bookman pulled up a chair to sit across from her. His expression was as blank as ever, and Lavi couldn’t even tell what he was thinking.
"Of course." He spoke finally. "You’ve taken the time to come here and request that we talk, the least I could do is listen to what you have to say, Miss Lalonde." Lavi stayed quiet. Right now, there wasn’t much he could say. And he’d much rather wait until things progressed slightly.
She caught the look, but her lips stayed sealed. For the moment, she was more engrossed in analytics than speaking. The way she carries herself presents an air of knowledge and deeply seeded control. Something most people lacked now a days. When Bookman speaks, her smile doesn’t falter. If anything, it seems to grow a fraction, as if she just learned something new. Though she’s not one to spill her secrets to anyone. Those violet orbs carry a sheen of unknown origin and she quietly reaches out to the arm of Lavi’s chair, her fingers curling around it before she pulled him and the object closer to her. A silent way of saying, he’s not to be touched, because she wouldn’t hesitate to maim someone. Her hand returns to the pommel of her rapier and she closes her eyes, simply smiling as she talks.
"Tell me, Bookman, have you ever raised a child? Beyond Lavi, I mean. Have you raised a child for the sake of a child’s well being, and not for the sake of work?" The venom in her tone was discreet, but lethal as she opened her eyes a fraction to gaze at the elder man. "I am a thirty-six year old mother, whom has many traits beyond child care. Trifling with my young will result in a catastrophic agony to which you’ve never felt nor witnessed before in your many years upon this world. It’s merely one of those traits of mine to bring disaster to those who have wronged anyone in my care." Her frame leaned forward and she looked at him with that sweet, gentle, smile. "I’m sure you’re a man of reason, Bookman. And I’m sure there are many things that you know are out of date in your archives.”
The point was being reached and she carefully constructed the argument. “As you should know, traditions are to be upheld, but never forced. Archaic rules that have long been turned over for the sake of better living are not meant for the next generation. If you stick to the same rules for the next dynasty, you’ll find the following generations making the same mistakes and history will repeat itself. Giving the argument “if it’s not broken, don’t fix it” wont apply in this case, or any for that matter. Updates are a requirement, you take the knowledge you’ve gained and you apply it. If you don’t, then you’re wasting that knowledge and it serves no purpose but to be recorded and forgotten about.” She pulled herself up from the chair, folding her arms behind her back as she looked to the books that surrounded her.
"You’re an archiver, a recorder, someone who tells the tales of history and makes sure the knowledge is never left to wither away. To be unbiased in writing down the words of history, you’ve seen it fit to exclude all ties of alternative endings. You’ve extinguished the possibility of biased judgement. Except for one." Her eyes turn sharply towards the man, but her smile doesn’t fade. "You’ve broken your own rule, Bookman. Taking in a child, caring for that child, and sharing a parental relationship with that child. Relationships are to be sworn off, so you made it into a work thing. But tell me, if I were to take my sword right now, and direct it towards Lavi.. Would you not move to protect him?"
Her position changed and she leaned down to greet him face to face in a closer proximity. “You’re a man who understands civility and wrath all the same. A storyteller of the finest quality. I always appreciate a man who can record decades of information without so much as a second thought. So, Bookman, will you consider this argument that your rules need a bit of updating? If not all of them, just one. We’re not meant to corner our kids into making decisions that could get them hurt. And that rule does just that. I don’t have to tell you which one it is, you’ve known since the start, haven’t you?” She straightened up, smiling all the same. No doubt she was a scary woman at this point, her argument holding a smoking gun of facts and reasoning. She wasn’t going easy.
I will hide myself below I’ll be what you wanted Kept inside I won’t let go ‘Till I burn beyond ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ
Who are you to change this world?
Silly Boy!
ησ σηє needs to hear your words
Let it go
I will hide myself below I’ll be what you wanted Kept inside I won’t let go ‘Till I burn beyond ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ
Who are you to change this world?
Silly Boy!
ησ σηє needs to hear your words
Let it go
I can feel the storm, the winds have ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ Ooh, ‘cause we’re worlds ａｐａｒｔ but just the same But we won’t leave the way that we came I know there’s so much more ahead I can barely believe that we’re here We won’t ѕυяяєη∂єя quietly, Ｓｔｅｐ ｕｐ and watch it
I can feel the storm, the winds have ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ Ooh, ‘cause we’re worlds ａｐａｒｔ but just the same But we won’t leave the way that we came I know there’s so much more ahead I can barely believe that we’re here We won’t ѕυяяєη∂єя quietly, Ｓｔｅｐ ｕｐ and watch it
“Ah, idiot apprentice. Looking happy to see me as always.”
“Of course. I couldn’t be happier.”
generallyhardtofind
“I see that you’re back. Again.”
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