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‘ i’m feeling better--- thanks for asking. ‘

#( &&.┊ IC.╰#( &&.┊ V : UNDETERMINED.╰#silvertonqued #(( can u hear the sarcasm #i can #bc lbh haku didn't ask #why would he ??#also idk i just based this on those drabbles from before #lmao remember those #look it's late ok i have no idea what i'm doing anymore he lp ))

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↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened

The ball comes rolling over to the tip of her toes, laying there waiting for her to curl her fingers around it from where it lay in the viridine grass. She doesn’t. Child instead stares at the round object at her feet, frozen by the toy as if hazel eyes have never settled upon the spherical orb. It is a simple ball, but she knows what will happen next. It belongs to a human child - she must not interact with them. She must leave.

But she is hesitant. Drawn between throwing the ball back and running, all it takes is a second of delay and a voice travels to her. Pass the ball! The voice echoes but she’s still moving in a different time stream, slow, hands are slow as they reach down to grab the ball. Fragile, the rubber feels so fragile underneath her grasp. She holds it for long enough that one of the children comes running to her, hands outstretched and waiting.

Do you want to join? She certainly does, mouth opens and she’s so tempted to say yes. That is, until her mother calls for her in the distance and the rules of reality once more grips her. She throws the ball at the boy without a second thought and scampers off back to her mother’s warm enveloping arms. Heart thumps like a nervous wreck but she feels time returning to her. And in the distance she hears the boy muttering about how weird she was.

Weird. She was weird, she wasn’t human. But at least the boy did not call her a monster. Anything but a monster.

#silvertonqued #✖ ;; answer ▒▓#✖ ;; drabble ▒▓

✖ — a repressed memory !!

past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.

❥ — a childhood memory♣ — a fading memory✂ — a vivid memory✈ — an eye-opening memory✤ — a memory that involves romance/love☤ — a memory of death/loss✍ — a memory of their mother☽ — a memory of their father♘ -- a memory of their sibling(s)✌ — a memory of a relative↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened♚ — a memory of something paranormal✓ — a sexual memory♬ — a friend/best friend memory

❛H..OLD TH—no!! they’ve…bad..it’s not compatible!❜voices. fragmented and just out of her reach. her lungs feel like they’re going to collapse, give out any second now and cave in. ❛stop!!!! stop the—–it’s inhumane.❜sucking a breath in sakura convulses, the VOICES stronger and stronger, refusing to leave. IRRITATING HER, always there, in the back of her mind. when night intertwines the skies and the stars and moon shine the voices haunt her. the world fallen ontop of her and she is chained, unable to run, unable to be of any USE. gnawing at her head, enveloping every single thought she’s EVER had, god,god,god,god godgodgodgodgodgodgod

LEAVE ME ALONE.

the VOICES won’t disperse.

a whisper tickles her ears ( how ? how. they were in her goddamn head ). smothering her,wispy and delicate. playful and ungraspable. laughing at her. mocking her. her hands shake with incredible force,curling and uncurling, her forehead shiny with SWEAT. she digs, digs deep within ( she’s not sure she wants to ). months. months. months it’s been happening, a broken sentence, fading voices, burned out pictures. always in her dreams. BUT ONCE SHE DELVES, always, her body screams no. fear trickling down her chest to her legs, NAILS in her skin and daggers tearing her flesh. no,no,no,no,no,no.

❛STOP.❜

wait. wait. her voice, it’s hers, commanding with no space for argument or but’s. something blurs before her eyes, frowning all sakura can make out are tables,tubes,vessels, lab coats….with spotty color. this is…..a laboratory.

wh…at…

WITH A JOLT, her anatomy SHAKES HER AWAKE. eyes flashing wide open, active, alert. but to her chagrin all she finds is a greyscale room, night illuminating blue past her drapes, the incessant tick-tock of her clock. she checks her surroundings again. eyes rolling around. hands still balled in her thin linen poor excuse for a blanket. it always ends up with her wondering what’s reality and mere figments of her imagination, her brain overloading. it had to be a nightmare. it had to be. one that haunted for what seemed to be centuries. an ATLAS OF LIES, with lines and shapes, the ones she can trace with her fingertips, dumped onto her shoulders. the devils’ arms snaked around her, whispering malicious things in her left ear, grinning, practically giddy with twisted excitement.

#? ????#who knows what this is #thank you for the ask!!#silvertonqued #█∦‶ a long forgotten story about the past; break into her head break into her heart.#█∦‶ answered.

silvertonqued // starter.

is currently very bummed out because his favorite pastry shop ran out of cream puffs && he saved all his money to buy them, wow.

#;luis #silvertonqued #/whispers in ear spirit me away #i'm sorry you've probably heard that pun 7000 TIMES

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{silvertonqued}

{✗} — For a few months as of now, a few members of the workforce that work for the CCG have been discussing the possibilities of going on going together on a little outing---something similar to a vacation, at least for just a day in length. Surely, with the constant, overhanging threat of death because of what they worked for, and who they were fighting, it would be natural to wish for a little time off. A few, quiet moments in which they didn't have to worry about the state of their lives. And now, after them desiring the freedom of long awaited relaxation, they were going to actually be going somewhere to be doing something different. Not anywhere fancy---just out of the city, and into the suburbs; seeing as the quiet scenes of the nature around those areas were able to invoke calmness into most of the people that were able to visit them. Only most people, though. Because for some people, such as Suzuya, the whole idea of going somewhere like this--away from the actions of the cities and the crowds of very day life, was just a very dull experience. Frankly, the only reason that he had come on this little trip, was because his superior, Shinohara had decided to come along on this trip as well. ----Well, that was, until the other men had decided to take a small break from traveling, which had ended up with Suzuya wandering off, nearly daydreaming. To say the least, he was now completely lost, and separated from the others. ❝ Ah--- What am I supposed to do now? Hmm? ❞ After a while more of aimlessly wandering through this foreign terrain, he soon found his way standing in front of this--- tunnel? A gate?

Well, whichever it was, it was bound to lead somewhere better than this place.

Walking through, he could only imagine what would be waiting for him at the other side.

#silvertonqued #{v;insouciance}#{hi there!! ^^}#{hope the length is alright and all of that??? >.>}#{also omg its a haku im so happy~!!}