Jan 7, 2020
Sprig of Hawthorn Blossom by C. Ryan.
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Sprig of Hawthorn Blossom by C. Ryan.
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© Victoria and Albert Museum, London 2017. All Rights Reserved.
# h : ryan & satomi se encuentran cerca de la oficina principal .
seguramente no se tratan más que de delirios propios, pero aun puede sentir el olor del cuerpo incrustado en las fosas nasales, prendido de su ropa y del cabello. y la imagen de él grabada en su retinas, desde que entro a santory hall se ha mantenido en silencio postraumático, pensamientos que se arremolinan en torno a naoki y a quien sea que hayan encontrado esa noche y la pregunta que siempre aparece después, insistente en su mente; ¿quién será el siguiente vástago desafortunado?, y satomi no puede sacudirse la sensación de que se trata de ella, su nombre escrito en alguna lista profana. las manos aun le tiemblan y con lo que ha vivido, con lo que ocurrido en su no-vida, ¿cómo es eso posible?. marrones buscan otra cosa a que aferrarse, hasta que caen en facciones ahora demasiado familiares. "¿en qué estas pensando?" pregunta, de la nada, quizá solo quiera saber si alguien se la pasa tan mal como ella y tiene la certeza de que sería él. son sus pensamientos intranquilos lo que empujan a su lengua a continuar. "¿qué crees que le haya pasado?... a él, quiero decir" .
BARS, CAFÉS & RESTAURANTS IN PAINTINGS Carl Bloch | Fra et romersk osteria | 1866 Édouard Manet | Le bar aux Folies Bergère | 1881 Edward Hopper | Chop Suey | 1929 C. Ryan | Interior, 'The Stag and Hounds' | 1948 Stanley Sporny | Pink Kade | 1975 Georg Eisler | Café Sperl | 1976 Sally Storch | Night Café | 2012
@everscr!
“ I've not come back here looking for a fight. ”
@everscr!
“ Why did you do it… LIE –– about mama? Or WHOEVER she was? We could’ve just––– you never had problems killing anybody else. Why not her, too? It would’ve saved us both a lot of TROUBLE. ”
" oh.. no wonder there's a bunch of screaming girls everywhere. " he's not really sure if that came off as a little rude or not. unfortunately, ryan has a habit of sounding rude when he really doesn't mean to. " i mean, like— um, it's just kind of— noticeable. "
his head tilts to the side for a moment, a few purple locks falling in front of his face as he blows them away and stares at the boy in front of him with such a confused look. small, thin fingers grip at the too long sleeves of his gray sweater, pink lips pressed together as he tries to come up with some kind of response to what the boy had asked. somehow there's a feeling surging through him like maybe he should feel offended, maybe he should be suspicious about this, so he simply quips a response off the top of his head.
❛ this is a joke, right? is someone recording this? ❜