#gynophobian

[incinderation]

gynophobian

     ❝ Reckless, wouldn’t you say? ❞ These words are accompanied with a single glance upward, eyeing the peculiar structure which has thus sprouted forth hours prior. ❝ Rushing in to something they have the slightest clue about, that is. For all they know, it’s an elaborate trap by whoever conjured it. ❞

[inqeradarchive]

“I take it you’ve seen the video as well? The White Fang, huh... They claim to be powerful, but I wonder about that.”

[minervakins]

@gynophobian

      ❝ My, Lon’qu! You still look so stiff as usual, perhaps you should partake in some relaxing breathing exercises? I think they would do you well. ❞

[smuppeting]

@gynophobian​

it's late. really late, actually. about three to four in the morning you figure. for whatever reason, you're not inside, though, not much like you used to be whenever the time clicked to these hours. or well, sometimes that you used to be. there had been occasions in the week, around three in the seven days where you had gone out later, past twelve. that had been when dave was younger, however. when he was still a fresh, ripe grape off the vine and maybe no more than ten or so. fuck, those had been easier days. hell, you kind of missed them, now that you thought about it. sending him off to his room, turning on the tele for a little while, then going to the roof to stare at the stars while you mused about life. seemed like a more way of living. of course now considering your lil man was practically an adult himself it no longer mattered and you could do whatever you wished, but still. the company was good, at least. kind of. got annoying after awhile.

regardless of your thoughts about dave or your younger years, you find yourself hanging on a curb. not hanging word for word, but sitting against it, legs up and cigarette pack in your lap. you don't when you started smoking or why, but you do happen to have a stick from time to time. especially when it looks like you're about to have to deal with someone. someone who you knew to be in one of those games. personally, you didn't speak to him. you didn't have much care to- but you knew dirk had. their whispers leaked more than a damn pipe, that was for sure. what was up with him? he looked like he just crawled out of a gutter what with that miserable frown plastered upon his face.

" you look like shit. " not one of your best greetings, but who cared. it's not like you were going to lie to him. " wait--no. like shit was thrown at you. what's up. "

[inqeradarchive]

“You wouldn’t happen to have seen a large, metal sword around here, have you? About this big, slightly curved?”

[tonbokatta]

--> @gynophobian​

   When will this poor soul finally get used to his surroundings? ...He was still fairly new, anyways. A sigh following him around as he dragged his travelling feet against the pavement, he was unsure as to what he would find himself doing next. More shopping? Maybe try and find the others who he actually knew? Ah, there was so many things he could possibly be doing right now! But... He had decided to just let the wind take his path for today, just enjoying the weather for his own sake.

   Wait-- Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt on trying to actually speak to someone who was foreign to him! ...Hopefully, his first pick would not mind this sudden decision, seeing as though the first person who he decided to approach had seemed to be minding their own business.

“Excuse me, sir? ...I apologize if I so happen to be interrupting something, but... Would you mind to share a conversation with me?”

[fuhen]

so nice to see your face again.

       That is a dead reality; like a dead end, nowhere left to run, no actions left to take, no movements to do. It’s over, his world. A reality he and others have run away from in hopes to make it better for others that are them but they are not. His home is no longer, his parents have taken their last breath and his farewells have been bid; to the ones who brought him to this world, and to everything he once knew, everything that was once his.

       But the scenario that was once only in his memories is presented right before him, and it’s out of place, he knows, because he wasn’t nearly as old as he is right now; he was a small child, afraid and naive, unknown of his future and holding onto any hope there was left. It’s a scenario, nonetheless, that brings back memories and feelings that are neither welcoming nor appreciated. Fear, confusion, even the slightest bit of anger. Was he being mocked? Was this some kind of sorcery, and the culprit was playing with his mind, looking into his memories and minding a business that was not theirs?

       ❝ What in the heavens-- ❞ It is only on Minerva’s back that Gerome finds his way through this mysterious realm, too close from home, too close for comfort. It’s as he remembers; the destroyed surroundings, the yells, the fires and the smell of blood and death. It’s as he remembers; even the figure of a man that he has long ago said his goodbyes to.

       ❝ Is this some kind of sick joke? ❞ But he lands; maybe out of curiosity, maybe there is a shred of hope that he-- does not know what to do about. Fate can, in the end, be changed, he has admitted that much. But to what extend can it be changed now in a land on the verge of ceasing to exist? ❝ This is not possible. ❞

@gynophobian

[roguetype]

                                                           @gynophobian

       ❝ got sniped with that sword too, didn’t ya? ❞ you nod at the wooden hilt, all that remains of whatever insanely nice blade he had before getting here. a damn shame, you couldn’t say you knew how he felt firsthand but you knew a certain boy who had been in a similar boat. ❝ gotta friend who got his taken away too. i think he might have it back by now though... ❞