#silentsiing

[aerakio-blog]

silentsiing

       embarrassment hit the songbird like a TRUCK . “ it isn’t THAT funny !! “ he mumbles from under his hand -- . “ i didn’t even see that rock -- “ had he tripped , fallen and is now covered in his iced coffee ?? yes. “ i swear i wasn’t this clumsy in the heavens . “

[soliborne-archive]

“i’m so proud of you.” she is here to make lukas feel good about himself

@silentsiing​       /       song memes       /      accepting

it surprises him to the point of dropping  the letters he’d clutched onto so desperately.gloved hand extends upwards towards his face , shaking while he feels tears well upin his eyes. he feels both , incredibly heavy and light at the same time.  how long hashe wanted to be told that ?  too long , it feels like. and for a moment he can’t help theshaky breath he exhales       — nor can he help the tears finding their way across his cheeks. what he can help , though , is the other hand trembling and extending towardrhoslyn like a   drowning mans hand would reach out   towards a ship in the distance.

except he’s nowhere close to drowning , unless one counts the tears he can’t help.  itis the first time he’s cried for himself and it feels shameful — but also kind of relieving.all his life he’s worked endlessly to better himself even without knowing how.  it didn’tmatter if he even knew what to do ;    all he knew was that he’d wanted to be the best version of himself he could be. and then he’d run away and isolate himself. to gain allthe affirmation he’s ever needed felt like a hit straight in the jaw.  if only his family hadbeen like that before it had been too late      and before he’d ruined his own childhoodchasing ideals he knew nothing about    other than he was too far from the to achieve.

❝ a— are you … did … did you … mean …                           did you mean … me ? ❞

he curses the frailness of his voice ,      despises the desperation for another piece ofpositive reinforcement as though it was the source of his life. but he can’t help it ; cannot stop the sudden grin on his face ,   the way his face accomodates to a sincerity inraw emotions he’s not felt in what feels like an eternity. like a heavy weight lifted off ofhim he reaches out his hands to carefully rest on her shoulders — gentle in every wayjust in case she didn’t want the contact — in elation.       he doesn’t know what comes over him but what he does know comes over him but he can’t help but hug the other ,lifting her up in the process but still mindful enough to not put too much strength into it.( he remembers how his father almost accidentally snapped his spine    —    kind of. )

❝ you’re … you’re not joking ?  you’re really serious ?         thank— thank you ! ❞

[joyfeign]

           ' Hm. '  How strange! Never before did he struggle to find the place where he had been summoned at. Somebody clearly had been called for him but this cannot be it. A soft huff follows and he rests a hand on his hip.

Maybe it had been good then he prepared an appearance fitting this era and not appearing randomly fully dressed for war.

' I assume, it was not you who called for me, milady? ' Diarmuid decides he cannot trust this instinct right now and prefers to be sure. If he is wrong, he just will come up with an excuse and slip away. Tho, something of her presence does feel familiar.  /  @silentsiing liked X

[hisvengeance]

@silentsiing

SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE.

 No matter what time, no matter what age. The ‘’trade’’ and slavery in what differs THEM from US was always a means of income. There they stood; stripped from all wear, perfectly in line. They were bound by heavy chains and put on display as the bidding commenced. Some to be sold as workers of labor. some to fulfill perverse desire and some to be slain in public display. The noble society was a breed unmatched in their cruelty. And now, it was her turn. Advertised as a creature of the sea who lost her voice, but in good condition nonetheless. The biddings went up, gross figures lavishly licking their lips as they imagined how well she would fit their collection-- -- LOUD sounds of explosions shook the entire vicinity as rubble fell. Five figures erupted from the smoke landed upon the stage as their apparent leader fired a clean shot through the announcer, nonchalantly picking up the microphone.

❝It’s time to shut this shit down!❞ At the cue of his words mayhem broke loose and the remaining four attacked the crowd.

[chuujn]

“ ugh. . .again ? ”  he  half  groans,  half  LAUGHS  as  he  points  toward  the  flabby,  grey  bodies  that  laid  hazily  on  rocky  shoreline.  

“ look  at  that  one,  right  next  to  that  big  rock.  see  that ?  i  think  it  got  CURIOUS  again - see  that  up  its  nose ?  oh  dear - ”

@silentsiing  ❤’d !

[ruthlessazure]

@silentsiing​  ❤ ‘d

“If you value your life, you’ll make your leave as soon as you can.” Back turned to her, he utters his warning-- the palm of his hand resting on Yamato’s hilt. “There are things in this world someone like you cannot fathom, and perhaps it’s better you continue to be blind to it.”

[destructivour-aa]

❛     WHAT`S THE DEAL   ,    not gonna` speak t`me   ?     ❜

@silentsiing

[electrigun-blog]

“so what do you think about these crocs?” // they're silas' she stole them

★·.·´¯ stuff my bf said sentence starters `·.·★ || silentsiing!!

    There’s silence. A little more silence. Some more -- “Please go burn those.” She couldn’t hold back her disgust any longer. “Those are hideous and they’re like one hundred sizes too big. Where did you even get those ghastly things?” She is truly disturbed by this. “They’ve got to be those old man’s shoes, huh? Please return them to him.”