❝ — helloooo! wake up! ❞ fingers press to shoulder & she offers a gentle shake, a soft attempt to rouse a sleeping form. ❝ we're going to plant a tree today. ❞
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❝ — helloooo! wake up! ❞ fingers press to shoulder & she offers a gentle shake, a soft attempt to rouse a sleeping form. ❝ we're going to plant a tree today. ❞
[ I was going to like your post but then I noticed plenty of people already did so instead I'm going to perch here and squint at you for having me on your follow forever because you're clearly silly as hell u.u (also to say hi since you aren't on skype because hella) ]
» wHAT NO you should like it anyways b/c ilu and i miss your namine !! no u needed to be on my follow forever b/c ilu wHEEZES ON YOU !!!
it is not that she doesn't hear the footsteps, but rather they sound too hesitant to cause alarm.
Memories.
Dozens of double-edged swords, ready to rend the surface of a mind or to mend it.
Perhaps for him, the most agonizing ones outweighed the blissful remnants that kept him sane--but he was still standing. In any case, it was funny how much he had forgotten. Over the years, the useless span of information gathered from a plethora of locations had filtered over crucial sections of his past. And in such endeavors--
--He had lost the scent of a beach.
Or the sound of overlapping waters.
And sand was an easy thing to picture, but the sensation of flakes brushing against metal or flesh? Forsaken. Cast to the void for the sake of absorbing the impossible--the improbable.
So perhaps he had asked her for a trip to such a place out of his own desire, though her company would be treasured in the end. The last time she had laid eyes upon him, he was no taller than herself. Though he wondered if such would even matter to her--for she was never one to judge aesthetics of any kind.
"--Sunshine? ...Y'ready yet?"
Came the lofty query, subtle knock carried out against the shack's doors. A changing station near the outskirts of the private resort, seemingly deserted aside from the lone stranger or two--mostly couples. Crowds were bothersome all on their own and hell if he were to suffer the annoyance of those who littered such a tranquil landscape with their own inequity.
❖ memoriamagus
« — have you never seen a shoopuf before? »
"— Staring is quite rude. Should you have nothing more to offer me than an asinine gape, I suggest you take your leave."