LOOK AT THE SILLY CREATURE
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LOOK AT THE SILLY CREATURE
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HANDS grasp at the sheets that were laid neatly over the mattress, sitting upon it, the persona hung his head. unsure now of what to or where to go once he’d expressed his concerns to the fool. a hand slips behind his head, forcing arsene to rest it upon a beating chest ( WARM…. ) eyes widening with confusion. parting lips to say his piece, arsene stops himself; eyes lowering while minds race.
reaching his hand, he placed it upon the fools chest, quiet as he listened intently upon his heart’s beating drum. although mused with question to why the raven held onto him so tightly, arsene could only think it was because he had been riddled with concern —— something he had learned whilst partaking in sunday soap operas. one would take part in EMBRACE if one was overcome with emotion, or if one had been filled with worry — was that right? arsene was not so sure.
the longer they sat in silence, the greater the males anxiety grew. ❛ — master, ❜ his voice is so quiet, breaking as his whisper leaves smooth lips. the one thing arsene disliked about being human was all the emotions & connections that came along with the form. so OVERWHELMING & quick his thoughts became, he simply being able to no longer withstand it. fear constantly rising within himself —- he grew to hate it.
❛ i beg that–….. you don’t leave me behind. ❜ a pause, teeth biting down upon his lip. golden opals hiding themselves away tightly, thankful that the raven could not see his face. another whisper, a crack in his voice.. ❛ —…. i don’t want to disappear…. i want to be real. ❜
❛ why-—– ❜ his hands now reach to wrap around the fool, grasping back tightly as he starts to weep. the sensation of tears rolled down his glass-like cheeks. a broken doll. nothing more then a tool, a puppet for the other to use — yet he felt so real, so ALIVE. a broken fate – a road that would one day end & arsene would vanish forever. a reality he wished would never come to fruition. but it was not up to him, for his master was the one who held arsene’s fate within his own hands…. ❛ –…. thank you. ❜
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//YOURE BACK. HOLY COW YES NO MATTER HOW LONG ITS BEEN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE WELCOMED BACK. NO SUCH THING AS TOO LONG. *throws love at*//
SCREAMS THANK YOU
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✔ ((and your rp blogs, too uwu))
crIES AT YOU TBH
go to sleep u nerd
I don't think you understand the turmoil and time I just spent trying to remember who this was I saw koujaku's face and froze
"I'm not on my RP account--THAT IS NOT AN RP URL WHERE AM I"
BAAARRRRRR DON' BE MAAAAAD I'LL COMMISSION YOU LATER TODAY OKAAAYYYY?
PBTTHHHHHH I'M SO MAD
(BUT AA I CAN'T BE MAD YOU COMMISSIONED ME ONCE WHY ARE YOU BEING SO AWESOME)