#ainimus

[courpus]

charles is a dumb homo pass it on

[courpus]

"You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve."

❛ Maybe because they aren't flaws. ❜

[courpus]

I am proud of you.

( The point between rage and serenity ) 

Albeit found with aid from the professing man afore him, he cannot help but to feel some such elation thereafter. What once, with stagnancy, erected itself as statuesque; immobile contrivance which heretofore punctuated the very Earth with its stalwart, leaden, and relict constitution; now finds itself conducted by a higher power.

Emanating henceforth is something semblant of radiant enervation; a supernova, a bludgeoning tempest of passion and plume’s exhibition, erelong intermingling with the wrath of nigh-orgasmic, acopic, lassitude.

To unmake the impossible had always been the goal; to hearken pride from tangible orifice thitherward, however, had not. So it strikes him as a type of sublime suspire; an apotheosis, whether it be bounded to fair tidings or not. There is repose existing between monumental oratory movements; a quietus that enshrouds both witnessing this awful feat. The thought of gramercy springs into the mind of the inarticulate performer, though it remains so: victim to anaudia’s bridle. 

A nod follows, slightly dragged out, accompanied by a crooked grin—or something of a similar ilk. 

❛ We should get back inside. ❜

[notafossil]

ainimus 

      -- You seem familiar, sir.

[scaledmetamorph]

+ainimus

"Okay, You gotta stop doing that. It's annoying."

[towermade-blog]

Iᴛ ɪs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ at this point; conducting her gift in fluidity, without second thought at to who may witness that which segregates her from every normal human being: what must be done is done, there is no room for questions at a time when she is necessitated. But it is here wherein time allots her this moment for query; for incredulous suspire, being then greeted by solid rock--not some floating quasi-utopia, whose ears heard nary the qualms bequeathed by its suffering people.

Rather, this was opulence manifested in the form of architectural visionary; demur found little reason to imbue its withholder whilst atmosphere of this delight engulfed wholly the vellum clept corporeal. Reprieve erelong expired, nonetheless; beryl returned to stagnancy pointed thitherward, conforming to the sight of tacent onlooker--bounded to a chair, not too unlike the one Confucius may have resided in, or the ones confined to darker regions of Comstock's harrowing manor: the ones test subjects employed, twisted and tortured so their pasts were obliterated, their obedience set in stone withal. Though she had not witnessed them, she had heard enough about them from Booker's condemning tongue.

( You saw that, didn't you? )

A passing, fleeting thought in heavy reference to the sudden appearance; the sudden ripping apart of thin air and therewith cross-dimensional deploying. Not exactly the best entrance she had made, nor the most downplayed. There was no avoiding it now, but there was also little possibility for lingering.

[rugambicio]

❝Uh... s'cuse me, sir—                ... sorry, but this isn't... skydiving class.❞

[rhiith]

        "Sir, are you alright?"