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‘ i am not a successful adult! i don’t eat vegetables and/or take care of myself! ’
→ new girl sentence starters. // @enenrain
he can relate, ( only somewhat, he insists ), but he doesn’t exactly want to admit to it. a short laugh escapes, smile tugging at this lips as he raises a cup towards him. ❝ no judgment here, friend. shall we drink to poor choices? ❞
'The stars are the only thing that makes sense.'
endless TRUST has come to rest on the elder’s shoulders, for his wisdom seems infinite. tonight, those words strike a yearning concealed behind blinding smile. the world should seem so SIMPLE and yet …
❛ i think i know what you mean. ❜ with a somber sigh, head comes to rest on his shoulder. ❛ they’re BEAUTIFUL, aren’t they ? sometimes, when i get really sad, i just look up ! i think about how the stars light up even the DARKEST night skies. they remind me of us. of ——- ❜ sudden wave of UNEASE halt his words and fingers unwittingly lace with touma’s. oh, how QUICKLY comfort comes to aid. regarded and loved so, this elder brother of his brings forth the most soothing calm.
❛ and the stars always stay the same … isn’t that right ? ❜
LATE NIGHT / @enenrain
“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.”
[ MEME. ]
He bites his lip, resists saying the sharp thought that probes his mind (not safe for which one of us -- and based on race, sex, or style of dress), instead simply coiling a fist: not everyone in this world has ill intent, not everyone in this world thinks along reality's unfortunate biases. A breath of air he hadn't realized he'd held in rattles out as he opens his mouth to speak -- mercifully, it can pass as a sigh, or a noise of weariness.
A tilt of his head, Atram's chestnut blond hair slipping free of its scrunchie in a few small places, the loose strands waving about in the faint breeze. (Does he uncoil the hand, pass it off as being startled -- yes, he tries to.) A dismissive wave of his hands, accompanied by an open smile and eyes screwed shut, laughter like a nervous chirping making its way up from some deep place below the lungs.
"I think I'll be alright, don't worry. I'm a grown man and I've lived in some -- rough times and places before."
