[zetsuubo]

「 The clown who was always talking during lectures! 」

[owlcomplex]

// I am still alive hello

[owlcomplex]

sometimes i think of doing terrible things . . .

[iacediai]

gimme your jam

[rpxmusings]

                                WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN :                                                                 //  a used up bullet casing                                                 //  the aftermath of something lethal                                                                 //  an echo of inflicted evil

[owlcomplex]

acolytus​:

@owlcomplex || ☕ 

     It’s odd to think that not too long ago that he and the one before him were suiting up to go into the battle that they believed to be their last. Without a moment’s hesitation they’d both do whatever they could to keep their comrades fallen, and yet here they were, with clipped wings, waiting for what happens next. Amon likes to think they did all they could, but deep down he knows much more could’ve been done. Now, here they are once more, face to face, still corpses marching to the beat of the war drum to eternal rest. 

     ❝ At least we still have the chance to speak, we still have the chance to say the right words to those who need to hear them. ❞

      Seidou sucked his teeth in irritation. That enlightened, all-knowing attitude of his made the man's skin prickle. Just who the hell did Amon think he was? Even as investigators he had an air of superiority about him—regardless of his status. And the worst part was that he'd idolized that man for it; he practically worshipped the ground he walked on. He only added fuel to the fire and now, he would never feel it's warmth. Not even a fraction of it. He would never be anything close to what Amon was and still is.

      ❝ And why should I bother? Because you want me to? ❞

[zetsuubo]

「 The clown who was always talking during lectures! 」

[owlcomplex]

WHEN YOU SCREAM, IT DRIVES ME NUTS

— IF YOU HANG UP I'LL SPILL YOUR GUTS !!

[owlcomplex]

godsyndromed​:

“Taki… zawa.”

Always intentional, Akira didn’t speak without thinking first. Simply getting his attention would be enough. What she hadn’t expected was for her voice to sound so shaky. Gentle. Lonely.

That’s it- she feels lonely. It’s almost a selfish feeling. She’s gained so many comrades these past years, and yet she still feels lonely. Because… That time she spent with him, working together and arguing with him… She was– content with something. She doesn’t think she can recognize happiness at all, but she knows what content feels like- and she knows that the feeling is gone. 

Regaining composure, she clears her throat and steps forward. Her heels click against the ground in a sharp sound that hasn’t changed at all over the years. She has no right saying his name in such a nervous tone, as if she had found him on accident. She had been seeking him out for so long.  

“Takizawa.” She tries again. She sounds more sure of herself. Good. “I’m glad that I was able to reach you.” 

What is she supposed to say after that? She certainly can’t ask how he’s doing, nor does she have the heart to admit that she’s missed him. 

“Can we talk?” No, that sounds too much like business. She doesn’t care about that right now. “…. I’d like to talk to you. As friends.”

He mumbled under his breath, "Mado..."

Seidou hadn't expected to see her again—hell, speak to her again. What business could she possibly have with him? "As friends" she said, as if they were anything close to that. As if he even had the right to such a title; no less from her of all people.

He didn't know what she hoped to accomplish by finding him—or how she even found him in the first place—but he'd bite. Just this once. Just for her.

While avoiding to meet her gaze, he kept his voice low, and answered nonchalantly, "Yeah, sure. Whatever." 

He played it off as if it didn’t matter to him either way; but the truth was, he’d been aching to speak to her— just to see her—but he denied himself the opportunity until it was her who sought him out. He couldn’t find it in himself to say no, even if every part of him wanted to.

I don’t deserve to talk to you, he thought.

[owlcomplex]

YOU DUMB BITCH —

I LOVED YOU, I LOVED YOU

❥ — I LOVED YOU !!

[owlcomplex]

"Even if we start the journey together, our destination isn't always the same."

He kept his voice low while his lip curled back into a sneer, "Must be nice to have such pretty words to say... it's too bad I don't have much to say at all. Not like you do." There was a hint of bitterness to his tone; as though he were biting his tongue.

[ilikeeeyoux3]

[owlcomplex]

You're shaking a lot. I get it. You’re scared.