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01 June,
Sometimes, I forget Shorty’s there since he’s so….well. Short. Until he jumps, then fuck, he jumps high.
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Journal
Send “Journal” for one line out of my character’s diary.
01 June,
Sometimes, I forget Shorty’s there since he’s so….well. Short. Until he jumps, then fuck, he jumps high.
10thestrongestdecoy
Transcending Time | Closed AU RP | 10thstrongestdecoy
based on this prompt
Normally, the average human being would wish for immortality if it could be easily granted without side effects. Through rose-colored glasses, this was a fantastic wish: you’d never die; you’d age slowly—if at all; you get to see your kids and great-grandkids and great-great grandkids all grow up; and all the perks that came with it. It was a beautiful desire.
…If you never lived an immortal life before like one Kuroo Tetsurou. He had lost track how old he was after that night. Perhaps a century and some change—something like that. However, the dark-haired male couldn’t be bothered. There was a reason why he refrained from intimately involving himself with mere mortals. It hurt. It hurt to watch them grow old and fragile as he never aged. Forever looking like a seventeen year-old with wisdom and experiences that none outside of his cursed lineage can comprehend.
Yes, Tetsurou viewed this desired trait as a curse; a curse that ran in through the males in his family for as long as he could remember. How it all began was something to laugh about. Who knew crossing a vengeful woman a millennia ago would still affect his family to this day? His father just had to womanize every beautiful being he crossed paths with. How did his mother put up with this, he wasn’t entirely sure, nor did he want to know.
Exhaling a wearisome sigh into the early afternoon, Tetsurou rubbed his face for a moment as if to shake off that night’s event and took a big gulp of lemonade as he sauntered along the mildly crowded sidewalk. Unfortunately, a little bit of the fluid dripped down the wrong pipe, resulting in a loud coughing fit.
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