#rel. tbt.

[datatheft-moved]

mr and ms steal yo’ baguettes, vogueing in french B)  @ryuuborg

[aethermade]

cass: so your first kiss was with some bitch-

varian: she wasn't 'some bitch' we dated for five months. i hate it when girls call each other that word

cass: oh god, go get a liberal arts degree varian!

[slainfury]

clasps a firm hand on his shoulder, and remains still for a moment, before he tugs the taller man in, arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace.

       BOYS CONSUMED BY LONELINESS, TURNED MEN BOUND BY GRIEF. envy  and  rage  rendered  needless,  archival  remnants  of  immaturity  and  wasted  years  of  youth.  never  hatred,  never.  there  had  only  been  a loathing  for  what  one  had  become,  transformed  by  bitterness  and  by  a  sworn  vengeance  –  and  the  other,  the  other  loathed  for  the  sensation  of  loss  which  he  and  he  alone  knew  of.

    brothers.  how  strange,  it  befalls  the  tongue.  that  is  what  they  were  meant  to  be,  in  fated  union  cut  short.  brothers,  they  will  be  nonetheless.  the  pariah’s venomous words  are  weightless,  animosity  no  longer  exists  between  them  ;  for  they  are  all  that  survives  of  lunafreya,  of  hope.  unity  is  an  unspoken  wish  from  her  spirit,  and  so  they  adhere.

   HOW STARK, THE CONTRAST: THE BLACK OF INSOMNIA AGAINST THE WHITE OF TENEBRAE. a  coy  thought  comes  of  mind,  that  he  has  never  seen  the  chosen  king  decorated  in  anything  else. it  was  always  his  color,  one  could  suppose.  it  is  said  to  be  befitting  of  one  who  broods,  yet  he  himself  was  born  in  tenebrae.  ( perhaps  the  gods  have  made  a  mistake,  he  thinks. ) the  thought  is  merely  a  jest  this  time,  one  he  will  save  for  another  time.

   unity,  unity  of  two  kingdoms  is  officiated  in  this  embrace  all  at  once.  kings  /  brothers.  the  grip  is  light,  harmless.  and  had  noctis  not  pulled  him  in  sooner,  ravus  would  have  initiated  the  action  first.  this  sensation  is  still  foreign,  but  no  longer  do  they  feel  like  enemies.  nor  strangers.  now  and  always,  the  oath  echoes.  his  eyes  shut,  and  when  he  opens  them  once  more  he  can  see  the  hints  of  dawn’s  return  dance  across  the  sky.  am  i  your  brother?  / now  and  always.