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"this. . . isn't what it looks like. . ."
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mxrcurygirl ♥’d for a starter !
"this. . . isn't what it looks like. . ."
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It wasn’t often that the child had accepted toys, but in this case, it was a rare exception. The plush cat she had been given was hidden behind a tree, the child pretending to look for the object as though she didn’t know where it was. She was searching under shrubs, uncaring of the leaves or branches that broke off in her hair. She looked through a bed of flowers, before finally looking around the tree.
“Found you,” a voice called out with a hint of glee. Picking up the toy she held it tight in her arms. It seemed like she was playing a game of hide and seek with her toy. It wasn’t exactly as fun as it could be, but she couldn’t exactly ask any of the students to play with her.
Hiding the toy again she was about to run back to the tree once again to count. She stopped mid step when she felt eyes on her. Her gaze turned to the student, and she blinked twice. Eri gave a quick nervous bow to the student who seemed to be watching her.
‘ all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly & me to not flinch away without meaning to. when will this stop affecting me? ’
there are things you learn in life by experiencing them. yukio is aware of this daily, as he fights with learning how to allow himself to open up and allow others to see him for who he is. so, as he hears the other student speak, he can’t help but feel her strife. hilda was a year younger, which meant yukio was supposed to be able to show her guidance. her eyes are filled with a yearning for an answer; one yukio isn’t sure he can give.
“you’ll grow.” he tries, gaze shifting away from hers as he gazes out at the crowds of students littering around the cafeteria. “you’ll grow and learn to welcome those who offer you kindness. it’s only natural, to form bonds and friendships…stuff like that, you’ll learn to welcome it.”
yukio wonders if he’ll ever take his own impromptu advice.
mxrcurygirl 【 ★ 】’d for a LYRICAL starter !
"all your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise !"
BLACKBIRD - the beatles
‘ i mused over all the times i had prayed to a god i do not believe in ’
the need to have all your answers given is strong.
yukio knows how the other student feels all too well. how many times had he lay awake at night staring blankly at the ceiling above him as he asked any god that would answer his questions ( why did she have to die ? what did i do wrong ? why am i like this ? ). no answer was ever given. it only left the teen wondering more. so, his gaze lazily shifts over to his school mate, arctic hues filled to the bring with melancholy.
“you and me both,” he murmurs, before shifting his gaze lazily back toward the bustle of students that filled the common area.
“it’s our human nature; to seek answers from greater beings. or, something like that.”
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“Have you seen my bag anywhere?”
Theres an air of frustration in her voice-- obviously not at the other, but at her own lack of competence. She couldn’t believe she had misplaced her things, usually she was more careful than this. “I’ve been looking for what feels like forever...”
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“The A-Class sounds so much more fun.”
They said it with a blatant pout on their face, a small huff of air leaving them. It was mostly mindless whining though, nothing too serious. They enjoyed their class and their classmates, all things considered.
LYRIC STARTER CALL !! @mxrcurygirl
❛ — I know you're sick Hoping you fix whatever's broken Ignorant bliss. ❜
( reflections - the neighbourhood )