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verdcndi:
─ “people are, for the most part, simple creatures who dislike anything vaguely u n c o m f o r t a b l e.” soft acknowledgement, curious about him despite knowing better ( despite the warnings from concerned friends, from protective brother ). “i think it’s sweet ─ having faith in something even with the world as it is. besides, i’ve always found stars and gods interesting… and besides, i’m too young to self-reflect. i wouldn’t know where to start.”
“exactly--“ rod fought back a scoff, “--s i m p l e.“ how could he ever want to associate with creatures who defined themselves as unexacting? “i see. well, it’s disappointing that you think introspection has an age limit.” the corners of his lips turned up into somewhat of a smile ; a peace offering, “perhaps it’s something you’ve been taught incorrectly?“
verdcndi:
─ lips part to retort ( always the c h a m p i o n for the underdog, arguing in gentle dulcet tone ) but nothing comes to mind and her brow furrows; frustrated. “…the fates are aligned. huh… that makes sense. well, sometimes that is all some people have. if you don’t believe in divine intervention, what d o you believe in?”
“my father’s a big fan of existentialism-- and on that, i agree with him.“ however, for rod’s father, he used the concept to exempt him from his favourite domestic cruelties. “it’s much simpler to believe that everything happens for a reason - and that those reasons are no fault of our own, wouldn’t you say? with that mentality, there’s no self-reflection ... people h a t e that.“
─ “listen… i know we, as a species, don’t really take centaurs s e r i o u s l y but i honestly think they are onto something with the whole ‘the stars are aligned’ nonsense. it’d be great to learn from one, don’t you think?”
"the nonsense they're talking about is fate." rod retorted, placing his hands in the pockets of his coat. “fate’s for lazy people. for people that e x p e c t things to happen without actually doing anything - or doing the bare minimum.”
friends !! just a quick one to let you know that i will be away this weekend - i’m going to visit my friend who lives up north and we’re going to see some drag race queens n exchange xmas presents. i will be back to my normal schedule on tuesday afternoon when i get home from work.
i may have access to a computer on saturday to do some replies but i don’t want 2 promise anything. hOWver, i will have access to my phone so add me on discord bambi#8527 or mssg me here // i would LOVE to plot while i can’t do anything else
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems (via mavencalore)
friends, i am still at work :(((
but i wanted 2 pop in and ask that if anyone was thinking of picking up another character, there is a wanted connection that i would LOVE
EMERALD HUES SCRUTINIZED everyone who lounged around the bonfire, perfectly fluffed quill resting between lithe digits and round glasses sitting atop the bridge of her buttoned nose. tonight would be interesting for sure, and she had no time to waste ! she had to find the juiciest scoop of the evening, or her visit to the idiotic event would’ve been for nothing. her eyes landed upon curious hands going lower than they should and soft giggles coming from a pair of students which caused the corner of her plump brims to curl upwards. ALAS ! her moment of victory didn’t last long for someone had interrupted her, making her lose sight of the teens. “ GOSH DARN IT !” she exclaimed, eyebrows meeting in the middle of her forehead in a look of utter anger. “ what the hell do you think you’re doing, you doofus ?”
“ i’m watching you, rita, watching two - likely younger - ruttish students. “ rod remarked, his own face echoing her irritated guise. “ there must come a point where the material for your next smear crosses the line into being an overstep– even for you? “ he looked over to the empty space where the teens had once been, “ apologies. this isn’t an a t t a c k. i’m simply curious.“ always curious– it was how rod had become his personal oracle of human nature. not by reading books filled with studies about strangers and their lives, but by asking his own questions and finding the answers for himself; it blessed him with more tangible material.
hello, hello ! i’t’s bambi again - this time i’m bringing u the edgiest white boy of the marauders era in rod. y’all know he punches his desk and mutters under his breath. y’ALL KnoW
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