#incarnateun

[inkedxgrace]

[ txt + adrianne ] had an x-ray done today. guess what they found? it was you, safely tucked away in my heart! they said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. send this to all the people you love and care for, if you get 5 back no one will break your heart. xx

[ ⌨ ↣ eun ] That’s illogical, and a blatant lie. You’ve never been to the doctor, Eun. 

[dominaetyler]

(;╹⌓╹) &（；へ：）

(;╹⌓╹)  = What scares the character

This is going to sound ridiculous, but Yolanda is actually terrified of horror movies. She knows full well that they're not real in the slightest, but things that can't be explained with logic or science make her nervous and horror movies make her paranoid for days on end. 

（；へ：）= What makes the character cry

Having steeled herself against her own emotions for the sake of work, there isn't much out there that can make her cry anymore. However, it's likely that if she ever found anything that could tell her who her parents were, she would end up breaking down. 

[inkedxgrace]

When she smiles, it's for him.

She never weeps. She's far too proud to admit that in more ways than one she's become human. So she refuses to weep.Not for the divine gardens, the scars on her back that will never heal, or the loss of the voices she longs for at night.

"Stupid? Maybe I am for ever questioning my faith, ever choosing to do what I did. Ever making the mistake of giving you anything of me. I-I thought you were...my...." She chokes on the word, chest heaving, "I pledged my life to you. I gave you my trust. I cared for you."

They stand there in stony silence, her eyes asking so many questions she'd never ask out loud. He won't ask her for forgiveness and she has none to give.  She won't forgive him, she isn't God.

Instead, she falls again into a living storm leaving her nooks and drawers bare in her wake. And the frame of his home shaking as she goes.

When she weeps, finally, she weeps for him.

[illota]

"Watch it!"

    SeLin looks up with thinly veiled annoyance. His cigarette has just barely been kept in his mouth by his teeth, and this guy has the nerve to be rude. What a piece of shit this is. The collision wasn't even his fault. If this fucker had watched where he was going, this wouldn't be happening.

    He's tempted to whip out a knife and just stab the man in the spleen, but it's broad daylight and he's tired, and there are way too many witnesses. He pulls the cancer stick from his mouth and taps away the ash piled up on the end before placing it back between his lips. He points a finger in the taller's direction.

    "Shut your fuckin' face 'nd take your own advice."

    He settles for a rude hand gesture and carries on down the sidewalk.

[inkedxgrace]

"Are you wearing my clothes…?"

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows drew together, a pinched looked passing over the normally blank canvas, at his accusatory tone of voice. Her reasons were glaringly obvious. The morning was cool despite the sunlight filtering in through the wooden shutter, and she couldn’t locate her robe .It was only logical to borrow something of his, a thick burgundy crewneck over the satin gown. She would admit it was an atrocious combination, but practical for her purposes.

“It’s comfortable.” Then, a thought. “Am I not allowed to?”

[inkedxgrace]

words like war;

"No."

Eun's words always seemed open to her, honest somehow like her large bay window where'd she'd sit and peek through to watch the sun play tag with the clouds. They were never riddled with tedious run ons and long winded explanations.

Words, terrible woes they produced. Languid pillow talk full of empty promises, fire starting speeches, expressions of love. There was always of finding destroyers in diction, and artistry in syntax. A few choices phrases acted liked leashes made of metal chains wrapped 'round the necks of the population leading them on like common house pets. There were clouded pictures of moments in her head--memories from observations, perhaps--where they were misused. Those always ended in turmoil, turning over lives and households alike.

Terribly tedious. Actions would suffice for her.

Her gaze softened into something like fondness, a snapshot of calm in a woman who was a walking storm, "Tools, is what they are. Valuable or meaningless shat they are used is up to the person wielding them. But whether hammer or stone, of course, everything can be misused and skewed. Have sympathy, Eun, don't condemn the ignorant."

Hypocritical, to condemn them when they were alike in so many ways. They were foreigners in this world, aliens to be frank. A few centuries walking on uncertain feet could not undo the however many millennia they spent soaring in grace. So they were strangers, to everything but each other, in a world they'd only seen in flashes.

She would gladly swear to spend a lifetime at his side, as a push rather than a crutch, if it meant solace. And in turn, he would be her cradle, her guide, her wings.

In her allegiance, she gave him her trust.

"Don't forget that."