#monochrcme

[aestuavis]

' if you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in thirty or less seconds? '

|| 茜 || :: “ to the entire world ? that’s quite… i’ve never thought of anything i want the whole world to know.. ” she wasn’t someone to think that ( far ) ahead nor she was ever impactful with her words or actions in general. if anything, she only wanted ( him ) to hear her feelings if it were to come down to the - message - being left. but —

          “ but… if i have to, i probably would tell all of them to treasure their time with their loved ones. and to live their lives like it’s their last day. ” a soft chuckle fell from her lips. “ it’s cliche, i know. but believe me, the biggest regret is to not be able to do something you thought you have all the time in the world to. ”

a - certain - incident seemed to FLASH into her mind, seeing him laying there ( unmoving ) was still fresh despite how many centuries it had been. and a - melancholic - smile curved her lips. that echoes of her own ( SCREAMS ) resounded within the walls of her mind.

          “ and you don’t know when you might lose the one that mean most to you. ”

[draicon]

// bro what if steven got in to the habit of dabbing im

then lance is gonna go back to his habit of hitting steven over the head do u rly wanna tread in that territory 

[aestuavis]

it’d be nice to know the FUTURE ...

but would it really be nice ? would it be as ( pleasant ) as one would imagine it to be ? the BURDEN being carried upon strengthened, ironed shoulders of the one who was once being called a CHAMPION.

premonition... a S E E R. ( psychic ). each region called them differently, though all of them harbored similar sense of - p o w e r - within them. BLURRY IMAGES were all they were before becoming stronger in senses. a boy, with eyes sharp like steel, like the TYPE he mastered. given the ability to see further into the plane of tomorrow.

          “ daigo. ”

worried tone forming the name so FOREIGN, a name ( no one ) ever uttered any longer yet the FLAMING GIRL decided to refer to him as such. steel-like hues turned back, deep as did his mind she cannot reach. sturdy hand - hovering - over his own temple, a wince. a hint of  P A I N.

          “ do you want to rest ? ”

rest. SLEEP. there it was, the twitch of his eyes, she could see them.

                                           ---a spark of F E A R, a sliver of HATRED.

rest. was it really ( resting ) when mind was PLAGUED and - haunted - by images of the past ? where ? just where was the - n i c e - part of having this POWER with him ? faltering of his MASK could be seen, despite how ( minor ) and perfectly hidden they were, vermilion hues watched him carefully, in care. in worry. his expression - darkened -, reliving the DAYS where questions were spouted, but no answers received. what was it that kept him UP AT NIGHT ?

times and times again, he saw his DEATH. times and times again, that CALAMITY didn’t stop.

                                                                      ------it NEVER end.

nights after ( nights ), his POWER came multiplying. screams and - screeches -, sounds of horror and sadness. surprise and tragedy. piercing, they were, STABBING through his head like a sharpened knife. soundless drip of (  sanguine liquid  ) no one ever seen. the ex-CHAMPION had  s w a l l o w e d  every drop, tainting his silver tongue with crimson.

              nightmares... the past... REALITY... - future -...

                               WHAT IS REAL ? WHICH IS  REAL  ANYMORE ??

      wake me up. wake me up. wake me up !! make it stop !!

                    it’d be nice to know the ( future ) ...

                                         is it really ? SAID WHO ?

          “ are you okay ? ”

words were ( accompanied ) by a touch of hand to his seemingly strong shoulder. a - smile - was what he offered, in his hand laid a PILL. pain-killers, he referred to them. it would - dull - the PAIN, the throbbing headaches recurring every other night or so. the way he looked down to the medicine had those ( eyes ) colder than usual. numb, almost. it was to KILL the agony. as though it was the - o n l y - thing to ever soothed him. the SUZAKU felt her heart ( ache ) at his response. the BURDEN weighted on him.

the ( tiniest ) shake of his digits - betrayed - his composure and following response.

                             ‘ i’m all right. ’

       there’s no cure to the NIGHTMARES.

                       so please tell him which is real.

and the pill, once again, ( disappeared ) down his throat. 

                                    to cure the pain.

                                                    he had lost COUNT of - how many - he had taken.

[draicon]

@monochrcme

' no, you don't understand. no coffee is strong enough anymore. i think i'm going to go with the tequila choice, please. '

          ❛  well, that is honestly a shame for you now, isn’t it? you’re not having tequila THIS EARLY in the morning. ❜  be quiet steven and accept the coffee cup he lazily slides across the table. 

[redsmells]

[ text ; ] i dont understand why perfume isnt complimented higher than what it should be. green. why.

text to: j’aime des roches

[ 1 ] how dare u make me read that with my own two eyes

[ 2 ] perfume is disgusting and hurts my nose 

[ 3 ] it’s like they tried to make something Soft-Scented but said fuck it halfway through and. here we are. disgusted

[cnglomerate]

monochrcme liked your starter call.

              “Let’s play concentration.                I go first. You go second.                Category is: minerals. 

                        Gypsum.”

[aestuavis]

|| 明 || :: “ you. ” curt, simple, to the point. strong, almost too familiar VERMILION hues landed upon the platinum azure haired. why the dagger stare ?

                   “ are you steven stone? ”

[colpisce-blog]

@monochrcme

[ He looks so “money-money” with his fancy cravat and his expensive suit, face looking like a poster boy for a company headed towards greatness. He looks like he knows a lot (with a lot of power in his hands), but Silver doesn’t want to assume; even rich people can have seeds of ignorance inside of them, he’s seen it before and it isn’t a pleasant thing to reminisce on.

Now that he thinks about it, he feels like he’s seen this guy around. Actually, he’s almost certain that he seems familiar somehow (even though he can’t put a name on the face). As much as he doesn’t want to curiosity makes him want to ask: to quell the question burning at the back of his mind.

So Silver clears his throat to try to get his attention, left gloved hand on his chest while his right arm dangles uselessly by his side. ]

Hey, what’s your name? [ His lips fall into a line, reeling in the stumbling of words he knows is bound to come. ] I know it’s random, but I was just wondering about something.