#stoixism

[greatxgospel]

stoixism​:

Loneliness. Busy though he was most of the time, surrounded by lackeys and the don’s men - he was lonely. Never did he have any legitimate connection with anyone and in truth he scarcely had the time for it at all.

“…You randomly take folk home often?” The offer came as a surprise, in truth; a brow raised. 

Aerith couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. Maybe she was weird. So many people had felt this way about her since she had been a child. But she was still like this; she always wanted to offer other people her support when she could, and when they deserved it, too.

“Not too often, just when I feel nice, and when I feel the other is nice, too.” She replied, half-teasing as she kept a PLAYFUL smirk on her features. 

@stoixism​

[devilreno]

@stoixism​ asked: "Haven't got anything here you'd be interested in. Should get that rosy snoot of yours out of business that's beyond you.”

       “Rosy snoot? Guess ya appreciate the look of my lips. Ya don’t even know what I’m ‘ere for.”

[drivenchaos]

@stoixism | vincent & leslie

it isn’t his first time helping someone escape danger -- and it certainly won’t be his last. though there was something about this man that makes him stop for just a second longer, lingering, memories twisting like thin fabric in his head. had he been told of a story sometime before? perhaps from tifa, or aerith -- they had always enjoyed telling him stories of odd adventures in midgar. something about wall market, or the slums. it’s then, in that moment caught by curiosity, that the stranger seems to recognize him as well. had they met? he mentions cloud and avalanche, as if they are familiar.

“ mm ... cloud? ” he turns, re-adjusting his pistol onto his hip. “ friends? ”

[skyfallenxsoldier]

⛈… // @stoixism Continued from X. //…⛈

     “Well, I was going to say I owe you.” He said-- quietly at the mafia hand’s request. “But I guess I won’t mention it.” His lips tugged up in the hint of a smirk.

[roseusuitta-a]

@stoixism  liked for a starter 

TALL DOORS / EMPTY HALLWAYS, Again, Aerith is back here. The scent of his men still lingers. None had been here since he fled. Whereabouts unknown. Perfect opportunity to discover anything that may aid them in their search. No stone unturned, && she is considerate to not leave mess or traces. Though, she was not concerned. By time identify would be revealed, Corneo wouldn’t be available to report to. 

Footsteps. Sudden. Vibration makes her move. Behind a room divider she stands, careful to reserve herself. Her weapon; ready should it be required. Emerald peer to see whom else she shares this building with. Someone familiar whom she did not see as a threat.                        “Oh.. Leslie!” She says, stepping out, relief in her voice and less tension in her shoulders.                       "What’re you doing here?”

[axgmented]

Psst

[shwardfeesh]

The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.

Epictetus 

[gorosdruxxx]

Like children copying their parents

Our words and actions should not be like those of children copying their parents”—doing and saying only what we have been told.

Extracted from Meditations by Marcus Aurelius