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“ yaaaawwwwn ~ sayyyy , let’s cuddle together ! the sun is super warm and fluffy .. well , the carpet is but it’s fluffier with the sun ~ “ jaded mumbles come from grinning tiers , looking up with bright green eyes at the other . “ once it’ll get colder , it won’t feel the same , y’know ? “ @applewished
regress hehe tae
this was a time of uncertainty , moments before bliss would come . this was a time of concern , and nobody was to come close to him or his family ... keep yourself guarded , don’t let anyone in . his mother murmured those same words in her sleep where she became weak , a living corpse who lied under the sun , still in the same pajamas , hair messy , the same breathing cadaver from yesterday . the living conditions worsened during the few years of his little brother’s life , the scent of garbage , sweat , dirty laundry , rotting food ... the house would become a pigsty , but ceased slowly with intense cleaning and cooking ... allowing his little brother and mother to have some form of an average life ... or so he believed , so he wished .
a woman in front of his way , books that were clutched in hands now toppled over . her eyes , were familiar ... yet cold , as if something were missing ... she was familiar , in the way that could not be told on the tip of the tongue . but furrowed brows return , picking up the books before the woman could assist . don’t let anyone in , she might do something to hurt you ... she could find out where you live , she could call someone that would take you and your brother away from your mother . half of him believes its not true .. this woman , whoever she was , must’ve been a friend in a past life . but her features only look confused , murmuring a name ------------- his name . “ what ... ? “ golden hues widen , frantic in both fear and internal excitement . their meeting would part with a running start . a distant plea to wait would be heard by the woman , “ GO AWAY ! “ there’s already tears in his eyes ... why did she know you ? why was she so familiar ?
forget it , you’ll never see her again . right now , you need to take care of the ones you love , to see your mother back on her feet with your support , your endless love for her . life will be normal , i can finally be at peace . that’s all that matters , right ? @applewished
" it's best if you left , leave. " her voice and face become shaded, even tonally it isnt one of this century. perhaps you're confusing where you are, ayane kurihara , you aren't head priestess anymore. instead, reborn as a monster, and as a monster you never deserve the love you once wished.
these words , sanguine coated and dripping away . fresh cut wounds , scars pierced once again . undoing at the seams , daisy braids clipped and undone . perhaps , in this life ... things weren’t supposed to be like this , perhaps in another life we could be happy . i could teach you to love the vessel , you could teach me to take steps forwards . this life , is cruel and caustic . willow could only watch , and stare at the person who she believed became a figment of home . hues of red , black , gold --------------- they were resplendent , to the point of resentment . hunched over was the figment of home , wilting away like the daises that held so much promise ... so much warmth in those shut eyes . why is it that you suffer alone ? this lone thought , this lone sentence only spirals within psyche .
ayane kurihara , a member of libra ... how long have you felt the torment within ? willow could only drop to bruised knees , lips curl to a subtle grin . how terrible of you , smiling at adversity . “ no . “ bandaged fingers grip to the hem , a single word uttered , that held the sentiments imprisoned . “ i won’t . “ willow could only examine the mien of the one who she wished to bloom , it’s dark and cold . it’s not ayane , but it’s ayane all the same ... quarrels with steven and zapp , late night talks with chain and herself . in the end , it’s still her . shaky grasp only takes hold of a familiar spot , the sleeve of the woman’s shirt . “ don't push me away anymore , i won’t let you ... you know , i don’t think anymore should be alone . that includes you , dummy . “ what a hypocrite you are ...
“ i like you , i won’t leave someone i like . “ @applewished
“ tides getting higher ... “ the drenched hand only points to the distance , while other clings tight to the mi kyong’s . i wonder , what is she so anxious about ? @applewished
' nagakura - san !! ' you call from behind , chasing him down once you'd finally saw the bigger build of one of the generals. the expression on your face is anything but pleasant. / mi kyong
Maybe it’s the familiar tone of voice that has him not entirely wanting to stop in his tracks to turn and look the other down. But yet there he was, fingers toying around the hilt as a swift source of comfort before finally deciding to meet his maker and turning to face such an expression. There’s a gulp before he nods and looks them dead in the eyes. He wouldn’t go down so easily, he already had his stories playing in the back of his head. Whatever would get him out of this situation, maybe he’d even toss Sano under the bus. What a fantastic friend.
“ I was on my way for training, you wanna join? “ Maybe that would be enough to keep him safe?
@applewished , unprompted ask.
@applewished submitted: vision blurred , uncertain of their surroundings seemingly covered head to toe in blood. much of it is their own , additionally whatever victim who crossed them. hearing only her voice is when he stops. " . . . long time no see , what's with that look? like you've seen a ghost. " well , black cracks are visible all around your body. of course she'd be frightened anyone would. would it kill you to be serious for once , nao?
Whatever she had in her hands certainly hadn’t been there anymore. The items dropping as she’s stuck in her current stance for a lot longer than she’d care to be. How did she know she wasn’t looking at a ghost now? When had she last heard from the other to begin with? Her heart ached for the sight, this isn’t how she last remember him after all. Finally she’s able to run over to him, a closer look meant she could see his body betraying him, this was something she knew she couldn’t fix. “ JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! “ a balled up fist comes striking against his chest -- one right after the other until she stops, looking up at him and seeing him with such a look which really tested her patience it seemed like.
The idiot. Testing her the way that he was. Waiting for some comment to get under her skin or something to say that this was just a prank. But the punchline didn’t seem to respond which only summoned tears of frustration. She wanted to shake him but thought against such seconds after. Blood now on her hands as she pulls back, granting him space again. “ We need to get you washed up, “ she attempts to wipe away what she had with no luck. She knew better. But that didn’t stop hope from entering her mind a time or two.
from @applewished : “ hey , uh , what do you got there ? “ / mi kyong @ solas :)
random sentence starters : the third / accepting.
solas says, almost too quickly, ‘ nothing that concerns you. ‘ and hides the gift he’d gotten behind his back. it was only something small, a pair of earrings that had reminded him of the other, but struggle was inherent to him, and solas will struggle with the idea of giving so freely. he pauses, mulls the thought over in his head a few times because he has some semblance of diplomacy, and then holds the gift out. ‘ actually. it’s for you. ‘
‘ do you need any help with that ? ‘ here is a demon of a prince, a scratched-up relic of royalty offering his services like a commoner, or a servant, or a blend of the two. solas, if he was just a few years younger with hellfire for a tongue, wouldn’t have even acknowledged mi kyong’s struggle. he wonders what it means for him now. ‘ it looks heavy. ‘
@applewished / sc.
