#l1sten

[allthatwas-moved]

is that my hoodie 🤨 … don’t you have have your own

"well you're...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎taller,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its more comfortable,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bigger."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she tugs the fabric closer to her body,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the actual hood coming up to wrap gently around her features‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what a beautiful sight it is).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"besides, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@l1sten!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎all my clothes are gone!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i can't find them anywhere–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm running on fumes‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its comfortable."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her gaze upward is wide‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎puppy like,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the corner of her lips pulling into the slightest of pouts thats only minutely noticeable if someone knows her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"it smells like you."

[bllakc4tmoved]

YOU STARE AT THE CRUEL REMINDER, : FACE TO FACE WITH THE TRUTH. ... white flowers lowered beside the grey stone, elegantly engraved. ❝ sorry for not visiting for a while. ❞ spoken as if there was someone to hear it, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , THERE WAS NOTHING. ❝ you know, it is the lifestyle. ❞ ( felicia, are you going insane? ) a question aimed at herself, all the while she felt both ridiculous, but, also a sense of comfort. SO USED TO MISGUIDING, now she convinces herself he actually can hear her.

SHE STANDS IN SILENCE BEFORE THE GRAVE, : EVERYTHING SHE WANTS TO SAY, ONLY THOUGHT OF. ... those words 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓, but they won't escape. too many times she has swallowed things she has wanted to say. ... @l1sten ' sorry, am i interrupting anything? ' calls a familiar voice, a hint of empathy detected. she turns to witness him, &. the blue box behind him, not too far away. ... GLOSSED BLACKS CURVE UPWARDS SO EASILY, as if they had not just been pressed together into a thin line, not allowing the grief to show. OH, YOU MASTER OF MISGUIDING! ... ❝ not at all. ❞ she starts to walk towards him, the name engraved upon the stone becomes visible with each step she takes away from it. walter hardy. ❝ you're back sooner than i thought. ❞

[alootus]

some dreamed with their eyes closed, as though intentionally in secret, hesitant to reveal to the surrounding universe what kind of little hopes their subconscious had been fashioning for who knows how long; and then there were those who 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 out loud, eyes and chest wide open, brave heart sharing its desires with no ounce of regret nor fear of having them stolen by a someone who'd likely had lost their ability to enjoy optimistic expectancies, mind lost in an unwanted kind of fog. the shared musings of her new acquaintance had brought a faint smile on her lips, slowly taking a more cordial touch. from the sunny forenoon scenery opening before them on one of the balconies of naboo's royal palace, doe eyes shifted to study his features. while the jedi had always been wrapped around a veil of mystery from her perspective, this adventurer surely surpassed other competitors in that game.

❝ there are many ways for living beings to rebel, yes ❞, padmé thought out loud, wrapping her arms loosely around her upper body. no attempt of hiding innate curiosity was being made as she clearly was pondering the potential stories behind a certain accessory he carried. ❝ is that what you are hiding behind those shades, doctor ? ❞ she voiced, ❝ a dreamer ? ❞ a pause followed as her focus found its way back to the midsummer view — the lakes glistening under the warm rays that'd also painted the 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 in soft orange. in the moment it felt like there'd be no other place in this galaxy more suitable for little dreaming than her homeworld. ❝ or is it just the sunlight ? ❞

“ there is defiance in being a dreamer. ” :: @l1sten

[maydette]

trust me , we're doing them a favor .

annabelle's tense: she's a hard line across her shoulders, chin jutting outwards as if it'll make her look a little less terrified (but her wide eyes would give her a way in a pinch, if anyone tried to look close enough . . . god and all that lives above them, she's really hoping that no one looks close enough). ' d'ya say that about every guy you swindle? does it make you feel better? ' she's got a mean tongue and a meaner mouth-- there's a reason that all her pa's friends had called her sourpuss when she was too little to recognise it as an insult. ' sorry. i don't mean that. or, i did, but i didn't have to say it. '

this place was much nicer than she imagined. peach - sanded walls and the steady thrum of noise, a saloon much sweeter than the one that sally owned. it's strange to know that sally's saloon was cookie - cutter clean, in the moral sense, but filthy everywhere else. this place had all the allure and candour of an honest establishment, but everyone in phantom knew just how dirty it really was. ' that's billy's gang, ' she said, lowering her voice as her head tilted towards the poker table, at the other end of the saloon. ' you still wanna go through with this, handsome? i smell somethin' foul being cooked up here already. '

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       . . .     ‘    asked by @l1sten :       " you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you . "    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

" wh - i . . . " offended was an understatement . he'd cringed while considering past selves before , but to be the iteration cringed at ? browbones furrow , mouth agape as he tries to think of anything to say . and yet he finds himself offended into silence , spluttering over words until rather weak comeback tumbles from lips . " shut up , old man . "

[cstarling]

@l1sten.

[bllakc4tmoved]

DIAMOND VEIL, CARVED BY YOUR OWN CLAWS : you are used to disguises, acts &. charms to allow pieces to fall according to YOUR OWN GOALS! hells, ━━━━ half of your life you wear this mask, this suit. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓, 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 ... you were born into it, it runs in your blood. ( whether he wanted you to take this burden, you did : for him. for yourself. ) ... she is at the rooftop, 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 focused, yet this time, SHE DOES NOT PLAN A HEIST, WAYS TO MEDDLE ━━━━ thoughts are captured by something else completely. 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 swayed by the night breeze ... eyes upon the city, her city. she makes a note of the blue box's door opening,

@l1sten : 04. sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music .

YET IT FAILS TO STEAL HER ATTENTION : sound of footsteps already familiar, ━━━━ she allows him to approach trouble. ( he doesn't seem to mind it. ) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃, she feels eyes upon her. ... WHAT SUCCEEDS IN CAPTURING HER ATTENTION, is the held out airpod, offered. ( will you take it cat? ) a glance at it, &. a glance at him. ... seconds stretch, before the airpod is captured in between her claws, brought to her ear. MUSIC FILLING BOTH OF THEM, LET IT SOOTHE YOUR HEART, CAT.

[alootus]

what a bliss it'd be, to fall into the soft hands of slumber under the open, star scattered skies ! she'd wished to, but no sleep had found her heavy lids, no ease hugged her bones and given her body some hours of well deserved sleep — not yet at least. it seemed as though 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 hadn't caught his mind either, as his steps had brought him to where she sat on the cool grass, nightly meadow, with her legs crossed, hands neatly in her lap. brown curls swayed with the movement as padmé shook her head in response and a glimpse of a smile grew on her lips, ❝ no. ❞ freeing her right hand, the senator gestured to a spot next to her in case he'd like to join her practice of relative nothingness. soon this void, however, turned into an analytical musing. ❝ i have this strange sensation of missing something but i cannot quite pinpoint what or who. it is as though there was a hollow spot in me, in here somewhere ❞, she spoke, hand now hovering over her chest before returning in her lap. ❝ have you ever felt like that ? ❞

❛ can’t sleep ? ❜ : @l1sten