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hey, so I know I haven’t been here for a while but i just want to say that i’m not gone for good. i’ve just lost the neal muse (quick reminder that i am a semi-active blog). i will be back on once his muse returns; when that is, I do not know. just hang tight :)
He watched, wincing more as blood continued to seep. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand where Baelfire was coming from and why he didn’t want him to use magic to simply heal him instantly, but he hated watching his son be in pain. No, the irony wasn’t lost at him that he’d stood idly by while his son was in pain before…a different sort of pain, but pain nonetheless. But he was trying. He didn’t want to be that man anymore and he was determined not to be. He wasn’t going to squander this chance too. ❛ Here, at least use this, it’s thicker, ❜ he pled, taking a handkerchief from his pocket, one that could easily be wrapped around his son’s wound until they could get their hands on proper fixings for it. ❛ —And—and let me help. I do know how to do things without magic… ❜
looking upon his father’s face, neal twitched his jaw and avoided his eye. he would never admit this out loud, but when seeing that expression, that helpless and somewhat desperate expression on the other’s face, little baelfire reared his head. before the dark one, the boy he once was would have crawled on hot coals for his papa if it ensured their happiness, now ... well ... now it was different.
when his papa held out the firmer material, neal only stared at the offering. it was only once the man’s eyes had flickered upwards to rest on his father’s face that he reached over and took the handkerchief from his grasp. ❝ i can do it myself, thanks. ❞ he replied hoarsely, already beginning to tend to the wound. ❝ spending time in neverland, i learnt to tie my own bandages. ❞ there was an edginess to his tone, meant to wound the other as well as enforcing his own independence. he used his mouth as a replacement for his other hand, biting down on the material and pulling to tighten the knot.
I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.
Sade Andria Zabala (via quotemadness)
Okay, i know i still owe people replies and starters but i am really tired and muse is low at the moment so i just did the threads i felt muse for and i’ll do the rest over the course of the next few days!<3
❛ && perhaps you should give me a REASON why i’d CARE to. you see, i’ve no need for the son of such a COWARD to TRUST me. ❜
it was a TWISTED smile that came to etch across the expanse of H A R S H features, —–head canting marginally as crystalline oculars focused upon the young man before her. —- it honestly came to PERPLEX the monochromatic haired woman as to why the other came to BELIEVE that she cared an iota enough to gain his TRUST. —- it was hardly something that she desired, she needn’t the trust from another LIVING SOUL. ——— she’d never trust them. they’d nevear trust her. ——- && the ENCHANTRESS found as such worked quite WONDERFULLY. after all, that’s what being a VILLAIN was all about.
❝ i am nothing like my father. ❞ he replied, a small clench of the jaw conveying the clear discomfort of the accusation. coward. that was his papa, not him. ❝ you’re threatening the people i love, ❞ he began, pale green hues fixated on the woman’s face, his chin tilted upwards. his voice carried weight. of what, it wasn’t clear. perhaps a mix of desperation and anger and frustration. he came out here alone to confront her, despite the many voices that told him to stay. david’s heartfelt speech of sticking together convinced many of the residents. neal knew that working together wouldn’t do much. he had to talk to cruella himself. ❝ what business do you have here, anyway? ❞
a BOLT of nostalgia struck him where he was settled, hands playfully gripping on the edges of the small box that was not QUITE worn out by some miracle.
after a couple flicks in his hand, Peter managed to look up from the most important object in his life, withholding a big portion of details locked in his brain.
‘ —— it was a gift. what can i say ? i’m the nostalgic kind of guy.
‘ you into the music of that era ?
neal licked his lips as the other spoke, a small smile spread easily into his features. his eyes caught on the man’s fingers as he gripped the music player with an air of contentment. this object must be important to him.
at the inquiry, neal’s eyes averted to the space next to the man’s head as he pieced together his answer. ❝ yeah, i guess so, ❞ he finally replied. ❝ i like only you by yazoo. i also like david bowie -- he’s pretty cool. what about you? ❞
Send "✖" If you think that I'm playing my character properly.
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I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.
Leonardo da Vinci (via quotemadness)
+ 1 ( outlawiism )
❝ a walkman, ❞ neal commented, nodding his head at the object in the others’ hands. ❝ where’d you get it? haven’t seen one of those since the 1980s. ❞ ironically, neal had never been in the 1980s, but he had spent some time in the 1990s after neverland so he wasn’t completely lost.
+ 1 ( hellveined )
❝ i’m sorry, salt? ❞ he repeated, disbelief furrowing his brow at the man before him. ❝ do you even know how crazy you sound right now?! ❞ neal exclaimed. ❝ have you got a whole bucket of fries under that jacket of yours or something? ❞
You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.
Shinji Moon (via quotemadness)
I’ve changed my OOC tag from ‘out of bae’ to ‘through the portal’. I think I might just change all my tags because I’m getting bored of them. I’ll do a tag drop in a minute >.<
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Tell me
STATUS || Still accepting.Put a “Tell me” in my ask and my character will answer:
If you snuck into my room I would:
[ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you [ ] Be like “How in the world?”[ ] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry
If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:
[ x ] Kiss or hug you back [ x ] Smile and laugh[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away[ ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you
If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:
[ ] No [ x ] Yes [ ] Most certainly not. [ x ] Without hesitation.
You are:
[ x ] Cute [ ] Adorable [ x ] Attractive [ ] Beautiful[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer
You are to me a:
[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend [ ] Love [ ] Rival [ ] Enemy
I find you to be:
[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ ] Intriguing [ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying [ ] Infuriating [ x ] Pleasant company [ x ] Comforting [ x ] Unable to be lived without [ x ] Trustworthy
‘ why ever not? is it dangerous? ’
❝ wouldn’t have said anything if it were safe. ❞
