#ill-suited

[aranarumei]

The Case Files of Jeweler Richard - Tsujimura Nanako | 1,472 words

Summary:

“So,” I said, “that was—okay?” Richard remained silent, blue eyes unreadable and glittering—like they’d been iced over. I fought the urge to start fidgeting with my suit lapels again. Was this an actual evaluation of my performance, or punishment for making him worry? If that was the case, I certainly deserved it. Thinking about that man—my biological father—was still enough to set my nerves on edge, and the upcoming civil service exams had only exacerbated the issue. To my beautiful boss’s credit, he’d endured days of interview-related chatter before he’d snapped and asked if I meant to interview under him, since I couldn’t seem to talk about anything else.

i don't know why i decided to write a new jeweler richard fic between every volume I read, but I've committed, so here I (finally) am! and now I am going to (finally) read vol. 10, so I don't have any commentary bc I'm too excited. enjoy!

[howifeltabouthim]

I trust you may be happier without a wife, than ever you have been with me. I have felt almost daily since we were married that you were a man who would have been happier without a wife than with one.

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Finn

[pomegranatepithos]

suave

in failed pinstripe, he played loose with threads and wreaked havoc in duds with jetted pockets but not understanding the contradiction of a shawl lapel and single button, he strode into the night, feeling a false sense of dapper.

[charliewykes]

combustible kisses

You wait and you dance. Practical chances Seemed out of place When romance Was a decision You could go ahead Then make with eyes Rolling over back ways Speaking in glances Whose urges turn primal Lust into disenchantment

@poetryriot ill-suited

[charliewykes]

cursed in phosphorescent

Terror bearers made him scared Of confusion’s static regression A manic with erratic sensibilities Contrite to the bony lessons Brought in anti-social soundbites Controlling nothing’s remains Boding well maintained possibilities Caught beside the acting wheel Whose fruitless attempts to conceal The inevitable chain reactions Wearing and tearing memory Brought down by the scorn Some bastards are born with

@poetryriot

[jonaswpoetry]

Ill-suited

Disgustingly robed from

head to toe in foul clothes of

stitched virulence brushed off

- 

on the crowd slipped beyond

with cheated strides towards

demonstrably, indefensibly

 -

inexplicable malignity set

to untie they united only

in name, and naught more, all

 -

for finer threads that could

grace such vile skin tomorrow

as it lives to rot in fallout

[cruxymox]

dissolution part II

so it is night now i have made it night and it was night and will be night and it is still and still night, so i wear a heavy coat of burden thick with poison and disease you've seen me pass by, this cold street sneer well, friend no, i will not set it aside no, i will not no, i it is mine it is mine and mine and it is mine and mine and mine i will not have it any other way i'm not good with this the swirling black night (another coat) there are still spirals of pink within and it just makes me and my coat darker, dimmer, done

[fakesurprise]

You railed about how the job Should have gone to you Said I was always late the way Transportation is never on time

Spoke to my face at least not once Behind my back like a weakling And I trusted that enough To explain a portion of truth

I said it was a matter of style Over substance and I wore A suit far better than you Could ever dream of doing

You said I was a liar until You wore a suit that cost More than your rent – Stained it with ketchup

Proved ill-suited when you Threw up from horror And nerves both before Lunch had even finished