#rotborne

[aetlaaa]

let's ditch the blonds and go for a girl's night out together :/c

alright alright alright !!!!

[aetlaaa]

( ◦ ROTBORNE. )

time turns abstract when you have lived and died and lived again. it’s sands in an hourglass ( flip it over when you run out ), and it’s stars in the night sky ( too many, too bright to count ). aerith gainsborough does not keep track of the seconds and the minutes and the years that pass because they mean nothing to her. they signify nothing to her. she is a walking phantom; she is living ghost. she does not age the same years or breathe the same breaths or think the same thoughts that she once did before. and so, when life takes her away from the people she knows, it doesn’t occur to her just how long she’s been absent.

aylen crosswood stands before her, and, for just a moment, aerith remembers what it means to be mortal. she remembers the connections that bound her to the planet, to her heartbeat, to a destiny still yet to be revealed. she remembers that she’s supposed to do things like say goodbye, supposed to check in when the months drag long. but then — it’s a curious thing. if she were asked, she wouldn’t be able to say what she’s been up to.

a new question surfaces in the quiet: how many pockmarks are there on your memory?

❛ do you think i’ve gained weight? ❜ cover it up. pretend there’s no panic. no confusion. no surfacing doubts about the veracity of anything stated before. pretend you’re not secretly disturbed by the darkness between the light and the way that your mind betrays you. pretend it has not been months ( oh darling, but is has ).

[folna]

stalwyrt replied to your post

its ok his friend just got murdered abt 8 months ago in his canon timeline hes falling down a slippery slope

WHAT

rotborne replied to your post

no i love it

of course you do

[folna]

  ❛I wasn’t kiddin’ about the drinks you know.❜ 

There’s displeasure ripe across his face, partnered with an obvious thread of exhaustion that all but demanded attention. A little alcohol could go a long way in such circumstances; but for a man far too used to the comforts that living in a bar brought, its absence was all the more felt.

  ❛Don’t go telling me you don’t have any hangin’ around.❜

He’s seen her tipsy on more than enough occasions to know she was no stranger to such luxuries.

( Well, it was once. But once was all it took for the memory to stick. )

[aetlaaa]

real life picture of me and rue rn tag teaming everyone.

[mispyre-m-blog]

@rotborne

        ❛ ‘ She ’ used to mention you. ❜ She: someone greater than they and perhaps they should have called her mother ------ did they? do they? ------ for she was their maker, creator, their beloved ‘ despair incarnate ’ and they, her obedient children ( don’t you know? mother is god in the eyes of a child ). ❛ You’re her living legacy, aren’t you? Ahh how lucky ---- you and her are both going to be such brilliant stepping stones for hope ------ ! ❜ What a grin to spread o’er visage ----- malformed, twisted, something dark where one would expect joy to reside ( oh but it is joy; who said it must look pretty to qualify? ). ❛ Ah, but I haven’t even introduced myself, have I? ❜ Grin settles into a smile, body bending forward as he bows, arm held against chest. ❛ I’m Komaeda Nagito. ❜ 

[ultimategame-blog1]

          “ i brought a new game this time. “ hush, hush ---- syllables fall into place just as pixels do upon impact from nonsensical creations translated to binary. gently, with little disturbance to surroundings. clutched in her hand, held forth like a platinum gauntlet scavenged from the depths of a mystical dungeon: a single disc case wrapped in plastic. “ it just came out today. people are saying the graphics look next gen, so it must be pretty good. “ // @riverbled