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[generalzelgius]

head pat, pat pat

Not often did Zelgius allow anyone to reach out to him, either mentally or physically, but some people had such a soothing presence that his tall, strong walls came down fairly easily. It was good luck that he was sitting, distracted by reading a novel, so that Stella could even attempt to pat his head in the first place. Her dainty fingers were soft and soothing in his inky blue locks. Eyelids closed so he could enjoy the sensation in its entirety. ❛ I thank you, Stella. That was nice. ❜

[hislie]

@wornskirt​ said: “If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not.“

A nod, “hm...good pep talk. I mean, not for me, but I’m glad you’re embracing your uh --- inner power?” He lets out a huff of amused laughter, “loving the confidence, really.” It’s not an entirely sarcastic remark, he does respect the energy. Even if it was a little dramatic.

[grlrotten]

@lcvetulips said: ‵  i  haven’t  felt  real  in  a  long  time.  ′

❝I'm not sure I have either,❞ says Addy. Sometimes she felt like a doll, an accumulation of carefully selected parts. And sometimes she'd swear that even in a perfectly clear and gleaming mirror, she could see all kinds of cracks. Who was she? Never fully exposed — yet never truly hidden either. A figment of the imagination, but whose?

The words make her wonder how similar they really are, if there could be some level of understanding. Addy wonders if it'd even matter at all, especially with a cheap plastic heart like her own. ❝I don't think we're meant to feel real, us girls. It's easier to control something that doesn't know where it belongs.❞ A light shrug rolls her shoulders, ❝guess it doesn't matter to anyone but us anyway.❞

[coolgrll-archive]

@asynjja​​ said: “ you can run, but only so far. ”

❝Never really wise to RUN,❞ she says, takes a sip of her drink. Amy had never really considered herself a runner, didn’t quite like the implications. It made her feel docile, foolish. She’s since learned the art of hiding and burying, has learned how to brand herself whatever it is she needed to be. But still, she doesn’t run. Not truly. She lets out an airy laugh, ❝no matter how far you run---someone’s always bound to catch up.❞ And it was hard to catch something you don’t see moving, something you didn’t even know needed catching at all. 

[designseen]

@shxyme​ said: ‘I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me.’

❝We rarely get a choice in our battles.❞ he says. ( What were human beings, if not war torn? ) He lets out a quiet breath, it was cold out, cold enough to see your every breath---and he looks at her. Wonders where the scars lay, because surely there was no battle won or lost without a wound. Without proof that somehow you were not bled dry by it. ❝No, we don’t pick we just---fight. And then we live with an outcome that isn’t even ours, even if we try to mold it.❞ Even then, it was never truly our own, was it?  

[feelsvoid]

@redrighthandjob​ said: ‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

❝It was self defense, not much more to it than that.❞ It’s not defensive but stated simply. And while it wasn’t exactly a lie, it was hardly the full story either, a half truth at best. It was an easy enough story to sell, everyone knew back then knew that him and the other boy didn’t get along. And Hyunwoo was well enough liked that people believed him, after all---the other hated him so vehemently, so why wouldn’t he feel threatened enough to do what he did? 

He doesn’t know how Owen manages to dig it up, or why for that matter. His dark past was hardly anything compared to his even darker present. But of course, no one knew that, least of all Owen. No, they only knew bits and pieces, only saw the charming facade, his masterfully crafted MASK. ❝We were sixteen and he had hated me since we were KIDS.❞ And it was true, not many people liked Hyunwoo at all until he was older. Until he learned how to hide all the ugly impulses and dirty truths, learned how to smile and make it look REAL.

He lets out a laugh, ❝I doubt he likes me any better now. Stab wounds don’t exactly do much to mend things and he always liked to hold grudges.❞ He’ll shrug, ❝but it was a long time ago, it doesn’t really matter now anyway.❞

[traumableeds]

@showerofrains​ said: “  you  know  the  greatest  films  of  all  time  were  never  made.  ”

He shrugs a little, ❝I’m sure a lot of great things that could happen might never actually happen.❞ It sounds more pessimistic than he really means it. It’s merely an observation, there were plenty of possibilities---plenty of ways for the world to shape itself. And of course he knows all too well the way bad ways it can do so too, the ways it already has. But the comment isn’t a heavy one, practically weightless in this instance. ❝You never know what might’ve happened if someone hadn’t just tossed out that script...Or if it hadn’t been shoved in some drawer. The world is kind of funny like that, I guess.❞

[badhcbits]

@lcvantcrs​ said: “Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.” from saerom

❝You know, you don’t always have to fuss over me,❞ he says. He knew full well that he could be --- well, a handful. But it was never his intention to worry her ( he just happened to be really good at making bad decisions. ) He grins a little, making a point of grabbing his coat. ❝I’m not going anywhere seedy, by the way --- I promise.❞ He gives a small shrug, ❝just a walk...You wanna come with? ❞