#exa-equo

[iimpius-blog]

In all endeavours, a paradise lost, spread out between a myriad of thoughts -- whether or not this might have been the demon he'd known, crawled out of perdition, while Ciel hung on by a single silver thread. The simple question comes, though it repeats in the mind, like a flurry of crows screaming in the autumn light. w̷h̷y̷? "Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴇʟʟ." the young demon says instead. He is no sniveling coward -- he'd long since shed humanity, emerging as a monster in the dark.

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, && 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠… 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒- 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑖𝑚, 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠, 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝘩𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒, && 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑚.

❛ 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? ❜ 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟.

[journaledsecrets-blog]

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

     The day is quiet. The sky is clouded. Stanford stands in the near-barren birch forest with little to keep him company. His brother, as per usual, is entertaining what few idiots have come to the Tent of Telepathy so late in the autumn season. Don’t they know the younger Gleeful twins only do shows during the summer? The children are occupied with their schooling during the colder parts of the year.

     Tourists aside, Stanford realizes he’s losing focus. He came out to get away from all of the noise and to study the forest’s magical properties. He knew the ‘eyes’ of the birch trees had a supernatural connection to William, but how? And why? As William is a being from an entirely different dimension, why is he tied to this dimension’s birch trees? What is the connection?

     Now focused on detailing his thoughts and inquiries inside one of his journals, the distinct sound of someone walking through the woods escapes him. He takes no notice of the other presence until it’s too late, and Stanford soon finds himself dropping his pen and journal in surprise.     “AH–!” He yells. It isn’t until he gets a good look at the boy before him that he calms himself, picks up his belongings, and clears his throat. “Don’t— don’t sneak up on your elders like that, young man. Do you want to be responsible for someone’s heart attack?”

[drearyciel]

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