c l e m e n c y

[kageroushoukiin]

60 years ‘n done counting //

With his new transfer to the Fenrir Branch, a surge of emotion came about, one that forced his fists to raise in the air and a yell of, “Marie, we’re going to Japan! Pack your things, we shall leave immediately!” to echo throughout the two tiny rooms that were attached to each other. Finally, he’d meet her. He had no clue how long time has passed for her, but for him, it’s been almost sixty years. While he may not love her like he did before, for some reason, he could feel a great excitement overcome him. Even then, she may not be there, the chance of meeting her couldn’t make the ogre any happier. 

Upon arrival, the Branch didn’t seem too much different from the Europe Branch, although the individuals all seemed to be very lax as of recently. He was quick to find out that a woman named ‘Alisa’ was taking on more missions than a normal god eater could handle.  Carrying his child in his arms, a search for this rumored person began. The area wasn’t too big, and with the hints that her friends gave him were a nice reassurance that she wouldn’t be inside of her room at the moment. 

Eventually, he reached the den, and the hat that she would wear at all times was in his view. He could feel his heart skip a beat, and there was an uncontrollable grin crossing his face. There was a giddiness not so easily tamed raising from his chest. He was so nervous, he felt anxious. The entire concept of meeting her again was mind blowing for him, all these years and somehow he would speak to her again.

Giving himself a moment to breathe, he began taking a step closer to her until he was able to place a hand on her shoulder. “You’re Alisa Amiella, correct? I will be working here for the next few months, and since you’re a higher rank.. I thought I should introduce myself! Marie, say hello to her.” Giving indication for the six year old child bundled in his arms to gave her own introduction, a laugh followed as she hid her face into his neck. “She’s a quiet one, isn’t she? This is Marie, and you may call me Kagerou! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

[saravalt]

      Taxed lids had been engaged in a losing battle, valiantly struggling to remain open despite the heaviness that continued to force them downwards. So unreasonably exhausted, it was truly miraculous that consciousness had remained for this long. Sheer effort and a stubborn will were all that allowed the fatigued soldier to persist, but the inevitable could only be delayed for so long. It was impossible to avoid the consequences of needlessly pushing herself, although this did not mean she wouldn’t try for as long as humanely possible.

      This senseless disregard of her well-being had gone without disturbance for an unforeseen amount of time, so much so that it was wholly expected to be ordered back to her quarters at any given moment. What was surprising was for a different sort of interruption to occur, the woman just barely managing to stop herself from jumping at the sudden light pressure that was applied to the bare skin of a shoulder. Slowed thought processes understood the purpose a few passing moments after the introduction had been given, but clarity was not what she received.

      ❝Ka..gerou?❞

      Unintended was the befuddled murmur, the open display of surprised recognition even more incidental. Startled, a fragmented memory of another overlapped with the image of the man, the undeniable resemblance in appearances much too jarring. It sent her mind reeling, scrambling to comprehend, determining if the roused memories could be trusted as real or if this was but a delirious fabrication of her sleep-deprived functions.

      As it was, she disguised the confusion and the weariness by mustering forth a genial smile in response to the upfront introduction. ❝It’s a .. pleasure to meet you, as well. Both of you, that is.❞ Even as steeped in doubt as she was, it did not do away with an amicable disposition, the pleasantness directed towards them genuine. ❝And don’t worry about ranks. We’re all fighting for the same thing, regardless of a title we’ve been given. What’s important is that we all get along.❞ 

      Inclining her head a fraction, a soft look befell the child. ❝Right, Marie?❞

[saravalt]

*♔antiquated —

[saravalt]

visravana:

      Years? How long had it passed since humanity corrupted? Right before her eyes, she watched it all crumble down- society, humanity. All of them deceased, and none of the gods were able to prevent it. It was part of human nature, they said in the past. Destruction and procreation were what made the world so taint but salvaging, though she opposed against it. These were precious life, a chance given solely to each creation born on this planet called earth. They were all so haughty though, these gods that called themselves one.

      With carelessness reciprocated through the cries of these believers, they were given the ultimate punishment for their sins: disappearance. Just like that, they gradually dwindled until a few remained, like a virus being sucked up by a vaccine. It were only the strong ones that remained, those rare occasions in which survivors still prayed for their needs. 

      But what was the point of being alive when she was alone now? 

      Her Shinki also became heavily impacted by the destruction, and history repeating itself- they suffered. Dried tears felt like she had sobbed uncontrollably yesterday, although it had been far longer than that. She wanted to die, never be reborn and just become another part of this world’s remnants. But somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to it. There were people that still called for her name, to stop this madness from spreading across the world. It was impossible for her to perish, anyway. She would only be brought back, with no memories other than a blank slate. For an oblivious god to roam around this corrupted land was dangerous, and she forbid herself to damn her fate like that.

   Tired eyes loomed deadly within the fallen mansion, unable to sleep nor take care of herself properly. It was empty- the hallways, the rooms, everywhere. Echoes of past laughter and joyous chattering were what remained inside the abandoned structure, and she felt her head reeling from painful nostalgia. Then, eyes perked up as she sensed another presence close to her from below. Could it be? No, it had to be. Someone was in front of her shrine. Hoisting her body and rushing to the portal way that led to the world below, a light sparked in front of the girl, a silhouette being cast within it until the woman appeared right before her. 

   Lilac optics widened, loss in words until she forced herself to speak, afraid that this could have been an illusion that would soon go away the moment she confirmed it. An arm reached out for her, hoping that she, in return, would grab it.

      “Alisa…? You… are alive?”

      Cerulean pupils widened exponentially at the impracticably that had been presented. This reunion was unfeasible, sound reasoning difficult to locate in the face of such an unlikely impossibility. The vast expanse of time that differentiated their beginnings, their very land of origins, was simply much too unconquerable; half a century was simply too great a length when the distraught woman hadn’t visibly appeared to have aged a single day. It was as if time had ceased since their separation, and that was not a viable option for how this had come about.

      Seeking understanding was stalled though, given no more than a transient thought before the prospect was cast aside with nary a speck of hesitation. It was unavoidable, the maelstrom of feelings assailing her heart consciously surrendered to as what defined the young soldier was the depth of her empathetic capability. Within the corners of her eyes had tears gathered, the brilliant smile adorning lips speaking true of the appreciative elation brought by a renewed friendship. A jubilant cry, a less than subdued exclamation of the other’s name, resounded before digits abandoned the hold upon her artificial weapon.

      She accepted the hand extended towards her, as if there was ever a shadow of a doubt that she wouldn’t. The physical connection was no sooner enlarged, the hold upon the other used in other to draw her forth into an affectionate embrace of which there was no way of achieving liberation.

       ❝I’m alive, Bisha! Really, I am! You can feel it, can’t you?❞ Gladsome laughter accompanied the assurance, the warmth emitting from their forms the only required proof of life. With arms wound securely about woman’s neck, resolved was she to never let go. ❝You’re no different. I don’t know how, but you’re here! You’re real! I can’t put into words how overjoyed I am!❞ Drawing back but a margin, the bare minimum to look upon the visage of the blond, the genuineness of this sincerity could not be questioned due to the adoration discernible in the softness of her expression.

      ❝We’re both alive ...!❞

[saravalt]

       I’m going to go indie with this account like I’ve long since intended to do. I’ll set up my rules and the like these next few days and get things started this upcoming weekend! If I follow you it’s in preparation to hopefully get to thread with you!

[visravana]

this fish has got to stop moving in on my turf it's a queen for a queen after all this isn't some frog and princess love story

[chararistic-deactivated20160410]

[saravalt]

[saravalt]

*♔antiquated —

        Appropriating the necessary materials that’d been designated had been a successful endeavor, the salvaging an impromptu task assigned in the midst of locating promising satellite sites. Garnering the supplies had been given maximum priority in this particular instance as this location was hardly frequently, but a certain alloy was currently sought for experimental purposes by the director. For that had the detour been permitted, the base lacking in available squadrons to mobilize and thus having needed to take advantage of an operative already in the field.

        Still not fully acclimated to operating solo, to remain stationary within a decimated city heavily populated with rogue Aragami was certainly disconcerting. It was unavoidable though, a lengthy wait required in order for a helicopter to collect both the spoils and herself. Remaining within clear view was mere foolishness and was promptly refrained from, alcoves advantageously used to obscure herself as the soldier delved deeper within the shadowed reaches of the surroundings. Vigilant, this did not dispel curiosity, a cautious approach taken in discreetly scrutinizing what was in proximity as not only would it abate the niggling feeling in the base of her skull, but also bring reassurance that she could act better knowing what was in immediate sight.

        Cerulean pupils widened as awareness was found by the wandering gaze, the steadfast grip that digits had had on the God Arc in hand loosening a fraction. Wood rotted beyond recognition and once magnificent banners torn asunder, it was the remnants of paper streamers known to have religious origin that had marked the fractured altar as what had once been a shrine. It was novelty in this time, a vestige of an era in which gods were not willfully depraved; it was a reminder of what had been lost, the purity and goodness, of answering calls of forgiveness, of undiluted hope, of a strong desire for long life and of true love.

        There truly was nothing quite as sorrowful.

        Unbidden, demure features displayed a somber expression, creame locks tumbling over shoulders as her head gradually bowed forward. A hand was gently placed upon her chest as a gesture of solace, a silent prayer offered in mourning for a deity that might’ve been nothing more than an imaginative being. Not a known believer, matters of the faith were inconsequential as what this sanctuary had represented, and what it had meant to people, was all that truly mattered.

[saravalt]

by むど@mudo34

[saravalt]

*♔the nose knows —

      Simplistic in nature was the set agenda for how the day was meant to proceed, a leisurely stroll what had been sought in order to properly exercise the animal whom she was responsible for. Providing instruction and supplying necessities was a toiling task, pet ownership a new concept for the militaristic resident, and the lack of experience often made itself known in times in which all seemed well. This was no sooner demonstrated by an insistent pull at the tether about the Samoyed’s neck, the animal in question quite brashly shoving her nose against a passerby’s legs with absolutely no concern towards the consequences of such an action.

      A firm, ❝Sidet!❞ was issued before setting to amend the slight.

      ❝I’m sorry about Desna. She’s not fully trained yet, and she’s still young. Not that I’m trying to excuse her behavior, but .. ❞Vocables seemingly having trailed off due to an inability to provide a proper explanation, in actuality attention been ensnared by the large inhalations the canine companion took of the woman’s scent. It remained inexcusable, impoliteness not permissible, but a reasonable purpose had been discovered. ❝.. Do you perhaps own an animal, as well? If you do, it might be why Desna is so taken with troubling you with her nose.❞

[yafictionquotes]

Caragh M. O’Brien, Birthmarked

[saravalt]

*♔castle walls —

      Temporarily gifted had been an oasis, a method to gain alleviation from the unbearable heat bearing down upon the populace. The cooling waters had already been properly savored, the inability to swim having shortened the length of time for indulgence in favor of activities that were not accompanied by severe repercussions. It had found focus to be placed upon an indisputably childish endeavor, battle-hardened digits haphazardly having repeatedly attempted to fashion an extravagant castle from sand. Having witnessed an adolescent successfully accomplish what she continuously found failure in, the only explanation could be that she was missing an integral step of some sort.

      But what could it possibly be?

      Lips pursed in a purely contemplative show, the necessary correction of her method could not be discovered without interjection from another. By no means a typical question to be posed by a grown woman, with a fair share of reluctance did she clear her throat, acquiring the attention of another beachgoer. ❝This is my first time doing something like this, and .. as you can see, I’m absolutely no good at it.❞The faint traces of a sheepish smile was visible upon lips, a hand gesturing towards the sodden mess laid out before her. ❝It might seem .. out of place for me to ask, but do you know what I might be doing wrong?❞

[saravalt]

*♔snow white —

      Relocation of the homestead had transpired but a brief period of time before the arrival of the comrade in arms, the abode extremely different from standard housing with how attuned with nature it was. Nestled within abundant vegetation, it truly was a picturesque property to proudly proclaim as under her ownership. It was enthralling, being so thoroughly surrounded by the nature eternally extinct within the wasteland she’d once fought so valiantly to reclaim, and to simply lose oneself to the beauteous image the wildlife painted was a beloved hobby.

      It was a shared preference, as presently discovered.

      What a novel sight, to see the usually gruff exterior that seemed unmovable to be replaced with an expression nothing short of serene. Sprawled comfortably among soft blades of grass and shaded beneath the looming overhanging branches of a tree did he lay, unawares as the refuge brought by sleep was dwelt in. Such was confirmation that the uncharacteristic nervousness he’d displayeed earlier had receded, replaced by the familiar nonchalance that had so utterly comprised him. Whilst it was certainly comforting to be reassured of the returned stability, it was rather difficult to stifle the laughter that threatened to spill outwards.

      ❝I don’t think anyone would believe me even if I told them.❞A murmured truth, tone was risen slightly as a result of the contained humor. What had caused the mirth were the assortment of birds delicately perched upon the still form of the man, the gentle creatures a stark contrast to the violence capable by his hand. ❝That said ...❞Evidence was quickly collected in the form of a snapshot taken with the cellular device on hand, sure proof that this moment had happened in actuality and could be used to cause embarrassment should petty revenge ever need to be carried out.

[saravalt]

*♔fashion forward —

      Ludicrous could it be deemed for appearances to be given significance of any sort in an age rife with carnage, the eradication of the very species on the horizon, as it was but a trite matter in the face of such unbeatable odds. It simply was a meaningless endeavor meant to remain an interest of earlier generations, and yet was a fascination for fashion harbored by the soldier, carried over into this world where it was almost encouraged. Such an era was one intended for superficial delights, permitting the woman to be inquisitive, to seek previously unknown styles of dress and mold them to fit her own tastes.

      And did she inquire.

      ❝Excuse me! I have a question, if you don’t mind .. !❞ An impassioned plea for consideration to be given by the halted individual, cerulean optics belayed earnestness in as blatant a manner as facial features did. ❝I really love your outfit! It’s so well put together and it compliments your looks perfectly. I just really — where do you shop at?❞ Uncharacteristically forward in this pursuit of knowledge, the enlightenment sought was regarded to be paramount for fashioning a satisfying life in this inescapable home.

[homosafien-blog]

There was no reason for him to not believe in her explanation to how this city worked. Still, there was some doubt in his mind. Perhaps her words were more far-fetched sounding than she thought. With body instinctively leaning forwards in anticipation of hearing this news, he slumped back, and without much else to think about besides a few questions, he’d have to see and experience the entire thing himself to fully take an active stance on what the city was. “.. Would we be able leave and go back to ‘our world’?” Was his only question.

Not only did it sound uninterested, he gave a sigh while saying it. Unfortunately, if what she said was true, then Soma was conflicted. Concerning himself over the citizens of Hive City was ludicrous, but he was in charge of multiple lives back home, no matter how perfect his current home sounded. A backup plan was required, especially once he could function properly. “A politically corrupt government doesn’t sound too bad when comparing it to Aragami.” The information didn’t exactly shock him, and he carried on a bit more calmly due to having more knowledge. “Exactly what they can do is what I fear. From what you said.. there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Coffee cup once again in hand, it all sounded too good to be true. But after Alisa soothing him, it brought about some relief inside of him, and gave him more control over his situation. With a sip of his coffee, he locked eyes with his fellow God Eater, before acknowledging her assistance, a smile cracking on his expression as a mellow wave washed over him, “Thanks, Alisa.” At this point, he could really use a nap. There was still some conflicting emotions within him, but with her slightly more cheerful voice, the warmth of the coffee and his sense of control back, it was difficult to even keep himself awake.

Slowly does he open his eyes to speak, the soft expression upon his face staying present, “If you’ve been staying here for awhile, where do you live? We can talk there.” 

[saravalt]

      Posed was a complex inquiry, suitable response unable to be contrived immediately. A more astute observation was that it was a controversial issue, the precarious happenstance forcefully experienced simply ceasing to exist in the recesses of the memory once returned to whence one originally came from. It was as it diminished any hardships endured, eliminated any bonds made nor development reached through the efforts to adapt to a seemingly impossible ordeal. It was like an open scab at present, having days prior been readmitted within the city and discovering the extent in which such affected mental facilities.

      ❝We can .. It’s not something we get to do of our own free will. When we’re returned, it’s without warning and .. you don’t remember anything.❞ It’d been disconcerting, the unnerving possibility that cognitive functions could be freely altered beyond just that by the individuals not unlike the very doctor whom had tampered with her reason beforehand. Terrifying by all means, tempered was the abject horror in favor of attempting to maintain a reasonably optimistic mindset. ❝It’s like nothing you ever did here was real, like it was just a dream. You only realize it was all real if they bring you back .. which is what happened to me.❞

      Lingering upon an indescribably appalling likelihood would not be progressive at this juncture, the covetable stoicism displayed by the male focused upon. Accepted had been the presented conundrum of a past civilization, certainly simplifying matters as with the compliance did patience return to the uneasy adult. It brought back a man that was more recognizable, and thus did the burden of guidance lessen, a genuine smile slowly curling lips at the gratitude that’d been expressed. While there were countless obstacles to overcome in this shared predicament, nothing had ever been impossible when with each other.

      They would survive this just as they had all else beforehand.

      ❝You’re more than welcome, Soma.❞It was a rare occurrence, an amicable atmosphere settling about in favor of the previous quibbling. Times in which they communicated properly and understood fully were limited to upon the battlefield, the few occasions in which pleasantness were present off duty hard to come across as their personalities often clashed. To comment upon it would simply do away with the courteous treatment, and so did the woman opt to relocate as suggested, a nod of the head given to show agreement. ❝My home is only a little ways away from here. It’s not anything that you’d ever imagine, but I’m sure you’ll like it.❞

[homosafien-blog]

Alisa was someone who he wasn’t quite fond of for various reasons, and yet needed her around when things got too tough for him to just kill and come out with everything fine, politically and for his own health. She was sickening optimistic in a way he’d never be able to become. He may have his moments of encouragement, but he mostly stayed on the sidelines until the time came to protect others in battle against Aragami. His fellow God Eater was sensitive, while he was as blunt as a rock.

Thus, when concern came forth from her, he shrugged it off, “Alisa, I’m relaxed. I’m acting the same as usual.. right?” The last thing he was was relaxed, but wanting to reassure her popped up for his response without really thinking it through. When she was prying in his business, it was difficult to express any of his true feelings without being an ass about it. Another sigh, the cup he already drank from distractedly being twirled around the table on his finger. “We’re not going to die.” That was something he had knowledge of for sure. Or, at least, a slight reminder that he didn’t completely hold as true.

As he went to grab the next cup of coffee, it was taken from the table in the arms of Alisa. If not for stopping himself and considering the feelings of the other, he would have slapped his hands on the counter and yelled for the coffee back. His hands were twitching in the thought of just doing it. Instead, he responds with an attitude. “I’m fine…” It was probably because an insecurity was brought to the table for his behavior, that perhaps after all he wasn’t always in control.

A palm went to his forehead as he ran it down his face. He felt tired, and for some reason his mood was only a tad bit lifted at her having knowledge of this city. “If you’ve been here for awhile, then tell me something about this place.” Sitting up, he points towards the coffee cups in an attempt to trick her for it. But really, he had a feeling he’d collapse any moment without it. “I need something to drink so I can think… Two more cups of coffee would help.”

Again, he leaned back, a heavy head taking too much effort to lift up, and another sigh. “Listen. This isn’t normal. There are too many people, plants everywhere, and no goddamn stench of Aragami shit in the air. It’s tiring, overwhelming, and I want to take a nap. Is that enough for you?”

[saravalt]

      Repetitive was the assertion of remaining unaffected, that the current state of mind was a duplication of the nonplussed one known for. If not for the numerous years alongside one another, familiarizing oneself with habitual behavior, fashioning unshakable trust and building an unbreakable reliance, the barefaced lie would’ve been accepted without an inkling of doubt nor care. Such ignorance, selfish disregard for the well-being of others, was an rueful slight of the past, and never again would be carried out.

      Regardless of how vehemently it was undesired, the obviously rattled condition would not simply be dismissed. It would only serve to worsen if left without being addressed, despite how nonchalantly it was conversed about, how it was regarded as but an unimportant concern. How maddening difficult the male had always been never ceased to complicate their relationship, the list of their similarities ending much sooner than their differences, but making it work was all she could attempt.

      ❝You most certainly are not acting entirely like yourself. But, well .. we’ll come back to that.❞ Momentarily would the direction of the conversation be willfully altered, the besought knowledge to be provided. ❝This place is .. while it’s hard to believe, we’re currently in a world that is more than half a century in the past. Everything is how it supposedly was at that time, although it doesn’t help us since none of that is familiar to us. This is the dream we’ve always tried to realize as God Eaters, but it’s not all good. In that respect, you’re not completely wrong in being nervous ...❞

      A lengthy sip of one of the stolen beverages took place, the brief pause permitting the male to take in the bizarre truth of the new found situation before there was continuance. ❝The place is governed by people that are .. worse than any authority figure we’ve faced before. Generally, we’re left to our own devices, but they .. interfere sometimes. The results .. stay with you..❞An unwelcome reminder of the bestial transformation that’d been undergone had the drink to be indulged in once more, a reflection of the other’s nervous tick. ❝Other than that, it’s normally peaceful. There’s disputes between other citizens .. they’re easy to stay out of, though.❞

      Gaze shifted to the crimson armlet donned by the male, a moment of consideration partaken in before in a hesitant manner was another coffee proffered. What had been provided was certainly difficult to not only comprehend, but fully understand and come to terms with; this wasn’t even the half of it, unfortunately.

      ❝Soma .. I wasn’t lying when I said this is what we wanted. There are no Aragami here. There are no gods that we have to fear. All that there is is human conflict and a corrupt government.❞That in itself was incredibly soothing, but all in the same terrifying. All they knew was to decimate those fearsome heavenly beings; a life bereft of that task was unimaginable. Still, a faint smile quirked lips at the fact that personal information had been shared.  ❝A nap would do you some good. I just find it hard to believe you could fall asleep when hyped up on all that coffee.❞

[homosafien-blog]

Taking the magazine from his hands was unexpected, though he kept himself level headed and the instinct to avoid her attack was ignored as to not appear scared. Instead, he stood there with an extremely blank face, her lecture being dully subsided, with his only comment being. “.. loud as usual..” She was difficult to tease after realizing that under her emotional demeanor, there was still that feisty personality that she had when he first met her.

And there she came back again, seeming to be able to cry at any moment upon acknowledging his existence was among her presence. Placing himself in the seat across from her, and taking her cup of coffee in his hands, he took a sip of it. “Yeah. It’s best that we found each other before doing anything reckless… I don’t know anything about the people in this place. For all we know it could be just like that city.” Another subconscious sip, a waitress came asking if he’d like anything upon realizing his arrival.

“Three cups of coffee.” He sighs, the cup he was drinking from appearing empty, Soma keeping it lifted to his face, a frown exposing itself as he watched Alisa’s facial features. “We need to keep on alert. Whatever this is, it doesn’t seem.. trustful.” Impatience displayed so casually, it was the tapping of his foot that showed that this was different from usual. With the anxiety catching up with him and the discovery that he’d have to lead both of them through this vast world that he was afraid of, it was beginning to wear on him. 

“When is it coming?” He felt a headache coming on, his addiction to caffeine causing a shiver down his spine, Soma immediately grabbing the cup from the server’s hand and downing it. “Anyways, are you alright?”

[saravalt]

      Disregarded with infuriating ease had been the pseudo lecture, barely acknowledged in favor of apprehending the beverage intended for anyone but he. An objective reproach would’ve been acted upon if not for the indifferent persona, the penchant for acting without consideration, having an imaginary white flag be raised in the face of this unbecoming situation. Accepted was it that in exchange for support did she have to be subjected to unfair treatment, and so she yielded, surrendered what rightfully belonged to her to placate the other.

      One leg crossed atop the other, body becoming distinctly relaxed within the presence of a venerable safeguard. Evident was it that the elder was freshly relocated, unthinkingly abandoned within a baffling era previously unknown without the means to properly assimilate. It had been the same manner in which she had originally arrived, but adaption had proven less of a hardship as it unceasingly continued to be for one isolated so thoroughly since birth. It had gaze soften, pity not quite what was felt, but rather a sense of understanding.

      ❝I understand your sentiments. There’s power in numbers, and power in staying together. The two of us .. have never really been able to do anything on our own. ❞ This did not allude to an inability to meet required expectations for individual missions, but rather of the emotional security provided solely by the camaraderie of the squad. ❝Still, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this on edge before. You need to relax, Soma. Nothing’s going to happen now that we’re together. It’s the first rule, remember? “Don’t die.” We’ve never come close when with each other.❞

      Vocalizing reassurances was infinitely less difficult than allowing them to calm oneself, firsthand experienced on countless occasions and expressively witnessed by the male’s addictive consumption of caffeine. It was concerning, almost unheard of, for composure to be harbored by herself rather than the veteran fidgeting so blatantly before her. It unexpectedly situated the soldier in an ill-suited position, a reliable leader capable of being depended on, and the responsibility alone was so unbearable it was distressing.

      She had to try, though.

      ❝I’m fine, but thank you for worrying. How are you?❞ Emphasized by a hasty interception of the two other ordered beverages, out of reach did they remain from the shaking digits of the normally taciturn individual. ❝This is going to do more bad than good. Instead of drinking all this just talk to me. I’ve been here for .. quite some time. We’re not as lost as you might think. If we were, I wouldn’t be as calm as I’ve managed to be. You know me so you know that’s true.❞

[rose-violet-lily-and-sakura-blog]

Meet the Muse

[saravalt]

LEGAL NAME: Alisa Illinichina Amiella.

ALIAS[ES]: God Eater, New Type.

DATE OF BIRTH:  March 25th, 2056.

GENDER | SPECIES:  Female | Human.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Russia.

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: House in District Mu (awaiting confirmation).

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, English, Russian.

EDUCATION: Limited schooling.

OCCUPATION: Unemployed | God Eater in own verse.

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | No | No.

LIKE[S]: Fashion, culture, learning, and change.

DISLIKE[S]: Regressing, moodiness, ignorance, lose.

FEAR[S]: Not being of use, becoming incapable of being a God Eater anymore, losing those she loves.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: 

MASK: Compassionate, generous, conservative, polite, and steadfast.

REAL PERSONALITY: Plagued by numerous insecurities, self-loathing, realistic in a way that brings pessimism, constantly doubtful, and selfish.

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: Silver.

EYE COLOR: Cerulean.

HEIGHT: 5′4.

TATTOOS: N/a.

PIERCINGS: N/a.

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: N/a.

PARENT[S]: Mother and a father, both deceased.

CHILDREN: N/a.

PET[S]: N/a.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual.

ROMANTIC PREFERENCE: Heterosexual.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.

[saravalt]

      i’ve got a busy work schedule ahead of me, but if anyone is interested in threading with this cinnamon roll then please like this and i’ll try to get an open out as soon as possible. no cap for the time being!

[psychonom]

You care and that’s what kills you.

Skins UK (via psychonom)