#avoiding it all

[line-of-fire]

I really need to torment y'all with Alkka and Voitto more.

[dreamingangelwolf]

Blank Page Syndrome

When you have ideas, you’re excited about said ideas, you want to write those ideas right this very moment, except there’s a blank page in the way.

Or: karma, because you really shouldn’t be starting new ideas when you still have X number of unfinished and promised pieces needing your attention much more than a five-minutes-old brain baby.

Goddamn.

[multicoloredswords]

avoiding it all

Soft breaths departed out of his pallid lips, low-heeled boots contacting the pavement repeatedly, hands shoved into the small depths of the pockets that his cerulean coat had. Cold breezes cut through the air, tickling his skin as his scarf successfully prevented the lost of body warmth, a small cloud forming with each exhale. Pupils seemed dazed and nowhere near reality, though his figure had swiftly navigated through the various groups that were in his way just as well as he normally would. It's a normal sight to be seen from him, considering how often he had allowed his thoughts to consume him on a daily basis. 

It wasn't very late out and he was on his break, but for once in a while, he had plans. Something other than procrastinating on work and just relaxing in alleyways, an occurrence that happened once in a blue moon. Socializing? Perhaps something along the lines of that. Indeed, he was going out to meet with someone, but it wasn't like he had any choice but to accept the offer—the inviting party was far too persistent and eventually won him over, much to his annoyance. Not like it could really be helped, anyway. How can one possibly decline an offer from who seemed to be the happiest, carefree person in the world?

Easy. You don't.

Hands pushed open a door to a small cafe that was on the corner of a block, a small jingle of bells sounding, notifying the employees of a new patron's entrance. Aromas of coffee and tea had immediately been noticed, his sapphire orbits flickering back and forth—until he had finally found a certain hue of golden yellow. Fingers pulling down the cloth that had been wrapped around his neck loosely, the swordsman made his way towards the waiting person, noticing the ever-so-familiar smile that never left his lips. Taking his seat, the teen sighed once more, a stoic expression on his features as always.

"... Totsuka-san. Have you been waiting long?"