#msillusionist

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                    previously, @msillusionist​.

                 LOVE. something that can be so INTANGIBLE. something that can cause so much DISTRESS for a person— she’s almost GLAD that she never experienced the tragedy of HEARTBREAK. so when the other speaks, it RESONATES with her. but then again…SOMETIMES she does want to know what it’d be like to be in love.

                  a light LAUGH, smile covered by her hand. &&━━ ‶ that’s RELATABLE, right there. but hey, BABES ! don’t ya think that there’s somethin’ ATTRACTIVE about love ? ″her hands come together, resting up against her cheek. &&━━ ‶ plus, SWEETCHEEKS, that floor ain’t lookin’ too comfy. ″

☼                           ❝  —  it’s  more  trouble  than  it’s  worth,  i  think.  no  matter  how  attractive  it  looks  at  first,  it  always  ends,  badly  or  not.  ❞  forever  the  pessimist,  clearly,  but  that  doesn’t  stop  tamaki  from  being  honest  —  not  that  anything  ever  does.  he  has  certainly  thought  about  love  a  few  times  in  his  years,  but  it  never  seemed  plausible  for  someone  like  him.  the  boy  holds  love  in  his  heart  for  his  friends,  but  being  in  love  ?  

                              ❝  i  think  i’d  take  the  floor,  in  any  case.  i  wouldn’t  even  know  what  to  do  with  myself  if  i  ever  found  someone  i’d  want  to  be  with.  probably  …  run.  ❞  he’s  unusually  vocal  on  this  topic  that  he  wouldn’t  normally  bother  with,  but  something  of  the  other  girl  reminds  him  of  hadō,  which  strangely  makes  him  more  receptive  than  is  routine.

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“all this sadness is bad for my skin.”

             from  :  x ┊ to  :  @msillusionist  ┊ accepting  !

☼                           “  i’m  not  —  i’m  not  sad  !  we’re  just  having  a  conversation  !  ”  tamaki  is  aware  he  doesn’t  have  the  sunniest  disposition,  but  the  comment  strikes  him  as  unbearably  rude. “  why  would  you  say  that  ?  ”  the  all-too-familiar  urge  to  curl  up  in  a  fetal  position  somewhere  away  from  this  social  disaster  seizes  the  boy  again, though  for  the  moment  he  stands  his  ground.  eye  contact  with  the  other  is  intermittently  broken,  however,    as  his  gaze  falls  away  from  camie,  posture  already  descending  into  a  slouch. “  what  would  you  have  us  do,  then ? ”