“ I am fearless, and therefore powerful~! ”
⊰ ﹠ classics. ⊱ accepting. ― @chapelierchevalier
⊰ Dear Clown, tell the world; are your lips made entirely of tricks & sin ( or )
is there some truth to the sadness that pours from your smiles coated in
As his voice shattered the silence between the two whom were sharing tea, she lifted the eyes of fireflies & met the single ( sorrow tainted & regret bound ) crimson gem of the shorter man. Her lips, which were parted in scars from times of panic & distress in which she bit them so hard her blood soiled her pale skin, parted slightly before shutting as she attempted to understand his words entirely; for this was the kind of man Break was. Beat around the bush, lost within games, dropping secrets & hinting — only for the truth to ( STRIKE ) one at the moment in which it was required most. Of course, he was not always like this but, in her opinion, he was like it quite a bit.
Slender fingers, wrapped in white cloth, lifted up & brushed at lockets that resembled the feathers of a raven; the fireflies that were her eyes flashed with the emotion of curiosity, of pondering, of sorting out not only his words but, her own as well. It was not long until she came to the words she wanted to say; perhaps, they were not right & perhaps, he meant it differently from what she believed but, nonetheless, she parted her scarred lips once more & spoke; a voice strong like steel & yet, soft like silk.
❛ Break… fearless does not mean you are powerful. To be without fear is to be weak; we have to fear in order to become powerful! The fear of lost or of many other things can be what makes us powerful! ❜ Perhaps, she was too excited to — hopefully to sound cool — but, she nonetheless spoke as the words that came to her. Her eyes sparkling.
The fear of loss was something she knew well; for she had long ago & still to this day ◜ feared the lost of her beloved Master ◞ & the loss of many other things; the fear of not being able to protect something she loved, the fear of being forgotten, unwanted, not needed — those fears weighed her down for so long, caused her to shed tears & scream only when the night came & she was lost in the silence, to dream of sinful lips telling her that she had lost the battle & the fear set in only for her to awaken. A child who was stained in too many fears & too many regrets quickly grew strong because of the hands of fate’s twisted nature.
It was the fear in her that made her powerful & the push of a certain man who dawned only a eye of ruby red. She had not surpassed her fears but, she turned them to weapons & wielded them in battle so that she may be able to at least help what she holds dear.
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