Aug 15, 2014
gonna make you CRY
HAH, JOKE'S ON YOU.
IM ALWAYS CRYING
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gonna make you CRY
HAH, JOKE'S ON YOU.
IM ALWAYS CRYING
quassicare replied to your post:[text] if you cut off your arm over vegan food I'm going to find out and you will be sorry
[text] you are so stupid
To: She-Ogre From: Guts
i love you too
To: She-Ogre From: Guts
so do you not hate me enough to go out on another date? it'll have less fancy crap
Date me to disappoint your family.
Bad timing, place and moment -- he didn't think about it like everything else, a sudden burst of courage impulsed him to enter her workplace at the busiest hour. He should have waited like anyone who has some common sense but instead opted for the worse way to approach this delicate topic -- he shouted to get her attention, an easy task considering how loud he gets.
"CASCA!"
"Go out with me!"
☑
oh boy
◊:Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
A task he can't accomplish.
Compassion doesn't fit a brute but it is humane and thus not foreign, a dormant sense that purposely was reserved -- not for anyone in specific, fear was his only obstacle to prove he wasn't heartless and now, obnoxious as he labels; it can be disregarded like the nuisance it always has been.
His hand, bruised and unknown to the gentleness demonstrated; is located at the top of her head and whilst he does not irrupt the trail of tears, he removes away the strands of hair that get in the way -- he pauses to admire her features, factions so fragile they should terrify him.
Kindness is scary. Rampant anger, hate and every negative spectrum were preferable but the other side existed within him, he can express and make use of those emotions he avoided so eagerly.
All his life pretending not a trace of it existed in him were poured at once in this instance. Yet, he still can't be bothered and insecurities were meaningless against her crying face.
His lips brushed against her forehead, he didn't think of it nor tried to figure out what motivated this action.
It's fine to do this. It's fine if it's for her.