#adabananecromancy

[astuteusersstuff]

Anyway, this is my ust that I made a long time ago, the very first one actually. Got carried away with the song and all but, barely had the energy to draw something for the video. I hope someday, I will :)

[brigadeir]

" ... mm. i didn't think of it like that. "

commencing assessment of @adabananecromancy ...

[tsuiito]

@adabananecromancy replied to your post “do you guys wanna know exactly how many times...”:

that was me w niigo rin earlier

​im crying kaito and rin are both sooo allergic to being perceived in any way

[xyumeni]

@adabananecromancy said: “i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.” ( yugiri )

growing closer // accepting !

head tilts slightly to the side, half in confusion and half in curiosity. "i can't tell whether that's a good thing or a bad thing." not like she'd be upset if it were a bad thing, though. she knows that she can be a little weird or off putting at times.

[katakaios]

how old do you think i am? ( yugiri )

is he really the best person to be asking this ? time may have eroded things in clarity within the eternal recurrence, but phainon knows manners. his reconnection with debates and the nousporists, winning awards and swaying the council of elders as deliverer ? feels more like the eons and eons of his own real age, and if he lingers too far he'll drift, he knows. won't be able to answer this (young ? ) lady's question.

something he . . really doesn't want to think about . the shifting parts of him are all . . . messy and that's putting it mercifully. every thirty three millionth and three hundred and fifty and three hundred and thirty sixth of him. age isn't . . really much of a concern, to him, anyway.

calloused fingers rake behind the back of hair like snow; pale blue eyes on her own with something borderlining on sheepish . apologetic. what happened to the charismatic, at times silver-tongued deliverer of amphoreus ? clearly he's lived that long . ' live ' being relative.

( and somehow, made it, all the same, to that dawn he could only imagine in a slipping mind worn by suffering. )

" . . . ah, well, that's your own business, isn't it, miss ? " a weak chuckle, boyish and humbled. he feels like what he must have been like as a child. fumbling before his mother when he actually got caught, actually heard her scolding over his mischief. it's . . a weird feeling, to be young, and older than likely all the stars on their own.

" i just . . . feel it would be impolite to reply. "

( who is he to even talk ? )