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Semi-Private Kaworu Nagisa      Rebuild Evagelion.               { Please Read Guidelines. } "I was born to make you    Happy"

[sacrificialangelo]

Two feathers of white.

[piercing-white]

                     〤  Technically, the white monster was neither human nor supernatural.  He had been made in a lab, with human genes, yes, but deep within, this being was just something else.  A personification of destruction given free reign over thought itself.

He turned his indifferent, condescending gaze on the child — yes, a child — who had addressed him so strangely.  Eyes turning a hue of unnatural gold as he probed for information.  What did this individual mean by Lilin?  What was this person?  Yet, he couldn’t penetrate the strange barriers that surrounded this person’s mind.

Shiroba was reduced to asking. How disgusting.  His first instinct was to call attention to this person’s arrogance.  How dare he compare himself to Shiroba?  However, something, looking in the boy’s red eyes, kept him from accusing him.  ”If you would wish for a coherent response, speak plainly, child.  I don’t have time for your riddles.”

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                           { ☤ }

  The sensation continued to linger, slightly parted pale lips releasing a soft hue of breath from within, hand had lowered for both red optics to look directly at the one whom he'd been addressing to. His words were a natural akin to his own way of speech. They were the words of a Lilin's, coherent in it's own marking, as the lilins had their way of getting their point across, his were through the what he'd been implanted with upon his construction.

     " All words are a riddle of it's own, speech, words language, my words are coherent in my own choice of wording as yours are clear to your own. " Words were calm, speaking in soft wisdom, a placid face staring back to the pale features of golden eyes boring down against his red ones.  "  Your body is a personification of a human, artificially created in the liking one one, but inside of you is a power that was placed, destruction, control...a power that is similar but different to the powers that were manifested in me. "

   For as those golden eyes glimmered, thin brows close together, mind feeling the slight intrusion attempting to penetrate the shields wrapped around his artificially made brain. Once more the sensation he'd been feeling, the drowning constriction around his throat was once again returning, unable to keep his face still, a tinge of pain retched across pale features. While he had the personification of an angel within, the shell barricading the power was still a Lilin's body, weak, fragile, easy to break.

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                               { ☤ }

" It's not celebrated as much anymore...but it still seems that people share the ideal of wanting to be together on this time...Least in another part of the world.. "

[gndriive-deactivated20180926]

      「 GNT - 0000. 」

   This is… peculiar. Not that he’s able to communicate with someone in this situation or that they’re alone in the vacuum of space, but the fact that they’re already drawing parallels between them despite knowing nothing about him. Who is he? And what exactly is he spouting?

   ❝ …… ❞ Uneasiness has him by the throat. It prevents him from taking one step out of 00’s cockpit. He remains seated, safe within the interior of his Gundam. Though, surprisingly, he neglects to ready his weapons in the event of hostility. ❝ …You feel like elaborating on that? ❞

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                              { ☤ }

   Space. Like a sea of black, plants, debris, holes, life and abandoned. They, lilin's, were sea creatures that were trying to branch out from their coral, seeking to explore and adapt in the black sea. He, the angels, were the predator creatures that sought to keep them still, teeth bared for destruction and guarding what was out of their reach. Kaworu though was not a predator, but more of the mediator, observer and one who wanted to give happiness to the one most dear.                              He was the messenger and receiver.

   " Raised about in a war like structure, appraised to become a weapon for a world of good...But you broke away from the bonds, to find your own life, to find a meaning, something other than what you were made to become, you embodied an entity and being that became your light, it's basically now your essence... " For the one listening, there was no hostility in his tone, nor were there a mark to aggravate, only the simple facts were elaborated, still akin in slight riddles. For the machine that he rode upon, spoke to Kaworu in a fashion that only he would be able to understand.

  While the other choose to remain protected, his link with his own machine had been severed, entry plug ejecting, slender form revealed itself from within, head on facing the child in the unit with a content look on pale features. 

[daisukenojo-bitou-a-blog]

A bunch of people are following the skater!

[daisukenojo-bitou-a-blog]

Beat quickly got back onto his feet and looked over the other guy. A scrawny-looking kid with oddly… red eyes. There was only one other person Beat knew with unusually colored eyes, and he couldn’t help but be slightly bothered by this. That… and the other’s words.

Was he a Reaper?

"Sorry," Beat grunted, not offering the fallen man a hand. He could get up, as far as the boy was concerned. "You come outta Harajuku?" Since this guy had to be cosplaying something if you asked Beat. Nobody walked around in skin tight clothing like that… plus cosplaying would explain the weird coloration of his eyes.

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                                        { ☤ } 

 A look of distress, knowledge, knowing, perhaps assumption at it's best. Assuming, something along those lines, perhaps a familiarization to his appearance? The ruffian's seemed to be bothered by his appearance, but it was not as if he'd been unacquainted by that look before, as there'd been many who'd been bothered by his appearance before.

There was no need for the hand anyways, as he'd gotten up on his own, dusting off remnants of what may have clung onto the plug suit.  " No.. " A simple, pointed answer, thus remarking that he hadn't come from where the male had mention. For you see, the once known Harajuku, was no longer a place in Tokyo, least not the one that he was from.  

      " Now allow me to ask you a question in turn for yours...What year is this? "

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                              { ☤ }

The limitless of space. Bonded by those imagine to play explorer, children used as experiment. Like cow's being milked from their utters, used to give life, while having their own enslaved. The child he saw in front of him, was possible no different than Shinji, or the other Eva children pilots.      Then again, wasn't he also a cow in some form too?

                         "...We aren't all that different in all honesty... "   The simple remark gestured in anonymity, but unlike he, this one had some willpower to go about his own business, as he was chained by a cycle of control.

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                 { ☤ }

"....Where has he disappeared off too? " Amiss the longing and want, tucked secretly inside the shell of his body, face contradicted the unsaid body emotion. In truth, he worried for where Shinji had gone off too.

[sacrificialangelo]

"Don't tell me you never saw a girl naked before seriously!?"

" On the contrary, I’ve seen naked males before, but a female is rather punctual in keeping themselves shielded from peering eyes for some reason. “

[daisukenojo-bitou-a-blog]

A bunch of people are following the skater!

And there he was, skating up Miyashita Park as usual. And, like most times, he wasn’t the most aware of the people around him while he was enjoying his time on the board. After pulling off a rather sick trick, he’d landed the board with a satisfying SMACK onto the asphalt, shooting forward.

Only, he hadn’t noticed the person in front of him until it was too late, and with a loud THUD they’d collided, both of them ending up on the ground.

"Sonvabitch…" Beat mumbled, dazed. 

[sacrificialangelo]

                                               { ☤ }

    Blood optics watched the life flowing through the surrounding he was basked in, the air was cleaner and without the smell of decay or the blood of the angels etched across the chilled ocean's blue. There were lilum's running freely with all sorts of emotions, instead of the substantial fear that many came to acquire. Buildings newly built over the old decay remained, unlike a town filled with rubble's.          This was a world that had yet to face destruction by the angels or human's need of survival.       Life flowered here in a steady beat, but his marking of entering into this time, would it mean the mark of destruction or rebirth of anew?      Thoughts lead astray were disrupted by a force colliding hard against his side, making contact with the floor. If not for the high tolerance of pain he was gifted with, he'd most likely would have felt that one much more than the dulling sting that his arm most likely was starting to bruise under the skin tight plug suit. 

   " If you were meant to aim away, you've done quite a terrible job in doing such. " 

[sacrificialangelo]

Angels of a different aspect.

[cantusdominus]

"I suppose that could be said, couldn’t it?" Looking into the scarlet eyes of his near-look alike, his own lavender sparkled with a hint of amusement. He had caught wind of this individual before— but this was one of the first times he had ever met a version with an aura like this. Musicality. The sound of his soul was erratic, yet soothing. A harmonious sorrow played, one honed by many hours of practice. Led by the delicate chime of a piano, supplemented with the lamenting song of a cello. The stranger was right— the composition of his soul surely did sound similar. "However, in some aspects, I am sure we are far from the same.”

A smirk blossomed across his lips. He had a feeling he would enjoy this one.

[sacrificialangelo]

                                                     { ☤ } 

    Placid smile graced his pale features, twinning against that which the smirk blossomed on whom he spoke with. No matter the world, dead or alive, there would always be some sort of anomaly that would stark in contrast to those normal. In a way they were the key prophets that played with the world, as with dying along with it if the time came. It was a strange tone this one played, upbeat and secretive, it was filled with a chaotic harmony, that also brought about a mystery to those who listened. Like someone striking hard across the violins's cords, purposely going offbeat to play obscurity to that which held no talent in hearing the beats    for a skill one, it was alluring and rather charming, distressed and lonely even, perhaps. 

    " To an extent.                        One who wields a power that is not quite fitting to be seen in this realm. "

   Not all were made the same, it was a comment fact and one that he could very much no deny in the truth of the other's words.       Slowly his arm raised over, hand held out in offering. This was how must human's greeted one another was it not and beings that nestle themselves in a shell of a lilum's look should try to blend with the culture they were twisted into. 

[ink-stained-pages]

[sunwitches-deactivated20171221]

Finally some work done. Cries a century. This is for bakero-sama! I’m taking commissions so hit me up in my inbox.

[bigjazzboy]

To believe in a universe as young as six or seven thousand years old is to extinguish the light from most of the galaxy. Not to mention, the light from all the hundred billion other galaxies in the observable universe.

[reallylonghair]

you can (not) redo

[nigecha]

[asiaczek102]

[misakuu]

[bluebonheur-deactivated20160128]

Gomen, Shinji-kun…