#dayscaped

[demonslayvr]

@dayscaped​  --  “ forecast for tonight is alcohol , low standards and poor decisions. ”    //    text from last night

                >> 🔥 <<                 ❝           WAY AHEAD OF YA    .  .    th’ alcohol’s on me if we’re startin’ now.         ❞            he raises a bottle in his gloved hand ‘fore sliding a glass her way.   he tops it up before knocking back his own glass,    GRITTING   his teeth ‘fore grinning in her direction.   its been awhile since the half    -    demon’s had a drinking buddy.

[eclypsd]

>>  AN ANSWER FOR  (  @dayscaped​  )           “ everyone gets over things in the end, you know. ”

              “ There is no end for me. ”    Curt. Blunt. To the point. He has never been soft, never been gentle on the palate. Reaching out to take hold of him is to wrap your fingers around the sharp edge of a blade. Most of all, he does not know how to handle kindness. He fumbles with it and he is rather put off by the whole affair. Her words don’t settle with him -- if this is reassurance, it doesn’t resonate and if this is an attempt to relate, he finds no kindred spirit in her. It is not that he dislikes Eunji, nor is it that he harbours any particular feelings for her of any particular strength, but he prefers to keep his distance from people where he can. Trouble brews on the horizon when you open yourself to blind trust.     “ I don’t believe you know enough about me, ” says Karam, not unkindly but without much warmth --- that he is quiet about himself is a strictly personal choice but he prefers to keep his walls high, “ If you intend to try and comfort me, I’d ask that you don’t bother. ”  

[cultivatxr]

@dayscaped​ whispered: “ trust no one. not even me. you understand ? ” 

                     ** misc  angst  sentence  starters. || - [ Always accepting! ]

Trust no one, she says. As if it’s that easy. Aerith was no stranger to caution, or indeed to the bending of the truth, but she was still trusting by nature. Still eager and emboldened by the very act of giving people a chance. It was part of her optimism, her positivity, her general overriding belief that there was good in everyone if you simply gave them a chance. Trust was one of the few things in life that was hers to give, a kind of unquestioning show of faith in the enduring goodness that could reside even in places you least expected it. 

For that reason, her nose crinkled disapprovingly at the instruction. No matter how well intentioned, or even rooted in fact it may be - it was at odds with her character; a direct conflict to her own idealistic world view. ❝Why? Are you planning on giving me a reason not to trust you, then?❞ There’s only a hint of petulance in the query the brunette shot back, her tone more laced with an oddly confused sense of disbelief. She may not have known this woman well, ( or indeed much at all ) , but surely she was worth more than ostracising suspicion? Or was that too rose tinted a notion too? 

     ❝ I’d rather take my chances and think the best of you. ❞