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[10:31:42 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: u
[10:31:43 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: suck
[10:31:43 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: buttholes
[10:31:50 PM] Ａｒｙａ: Why?
[10:33:41 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: because
[10:33:42 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: when you angst
[10:33:45 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: it's like
[10:33:48 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: breathing
[10:33:50 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: it's so easy for you
[10:34:08 PM] Ｉｚｕｎａ: anD IT MAKES ME NEVER WANT TO PROTECT MY MUSES FROM YOUR BEAUTIFUL WRITING
be grateful that you can see the grass on the lawn, bc here in northern canada, I can't see out my window
concealed-endeavor
keeping note that i will never come to visit you when it's below 30 because i don't trust New England states.
itachi--u
amen snow freezes your soul and your body
Misha, fuck you. You'll visit me in the dead of winter, even if there was snow, because you care too much about me.
Snow is like something that kills me at times here, and JESUS IM GLAD IM AMERICAN SOMETIMES.
Φ ╕╣ Θ
Φ - If you could pick three people on tumblr to meet irl, who would they be?
You, Carli , and Amber. Because you guys all mean the world to me and put up with so much of my crap daily and you've known me since I first started roleplaying on tumblr.
╕ - Things that annoy you on tumblr?
How immature people are on certain topics such as sexism and some of the conversational ones, some of the posts I've seen are just rude and horrid. And people need to really learn to research their faces before opening their mouth and insulting people.
╣ - Things that annoy you irl?
Hypocrites. Types of people that will say they hate something and then go do it, and still act like they hated it later when they didn't. Seeing people act like this really gets on my nerves and it's one way that my temper can be set off, really quick with.
Θ - If you could have three wishes, what would they be?
To be in your arms right now.
To just be able to tell you, I love you in person.
For you to come here and meet me, and my dad.
taintedsoldier
Anonymously send me a url, and I'll tell you what I think of them!
I do not follow. But holy cow I am going to now because this looks like a hella good and hella IC Madara blog!!
And we were in flames,
I needed,
[I needed you]
To run through my veins,
like disease,
ｄｉｓｅａｓｅ
And now we are strange,
ѕтяαηﻭєяѕ
ฝٱกՇﻉɼ
It used to be his favorite season. It used to be. He used to love sitting by the fire, talking among his brother. During the winter, he would let his emotions bleed out and show, he wasn't just a heartless warrior that claimed lives on the battle-field. Madara was just as human as anyone else had been.
He grew attached to being with his brother during the winter months. Closer than most brothers would be, they were counterparts of the same soul in the same person in a sense. They understood one another more than anyone could ever understand them. Perhaps one could even say that they were in love with one another during these cold months. From the way that the pair of brothers would smile around one another.
But after Izuna's death, the season remained nothing but cold and emptiness to him. Nothing but pain remained in those winter months that he laid in bed dreaming of the past. Events that couldn't come back, couldn't be put back to life. He'd lay and dream and woke up in a cold sweat, or even feel sick afterwards.
He sometimes would make trips to their home by the river. Just to curl on the familiar sheets, in a home that wasn't really a home anymore. He'd grieve there, in the shelter of it, the fact it was hidden and most never knew it existed. Madara kept the necklace his brother gave him but never wore it. He'd put into storage to perhaps intrust to another, that had meant something, or even pass it along in the clan.
Madara just knew, winter never felt warm anymore.
It felt cold,
the ice of the season had become the ice around his heart.
♪♪
Wicked Game: His Infernal Majesty
"World was on fire, no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you And I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you No, I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) No, I wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) ..with you (this world is only gonna break your heart) What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say You never felt this way What a wicked thing you do To make me dream of you World was on fire, no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do No, and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you I'll never dream that I lose somebody like you, no.."
They bask in these sorts of moments, the silent endeavors of intricate meetings, how they could camouflage such a scene as ‘brotherly’ sustained their own boundaries to a teetering menace, this charade of petty touches left them with an internal yearning for more, yet with the eye of their father upon them, they knew better than to try to break such a fragile balance of moments. ”I’m pleased that you like it Madara.” Honest words with the genuine feeling of his elated giddiness to have done something right for his brother. Their fingers grasped in his hold which he was so careful to not break, leaning forward, the brush of their cheeks such a shy movement, yet enough to stir some reprise of curiosity and worry in him.
The moments like this are ones that are tucked away in Madara's memory, his fingers clasped in a hold with his brothers. One that eases his mind, and heart. The flared heat beneath their bones is one that is not uncommon. This isn't the first time that he has been this close to his brother. Only in the months of winter does he manage what is forbidden and yet like a fruit to them both.
"I love it, it's suits me. And I'll always have something to remember you by."
Madara slides the soft skin of his lips briefly to the hours forehead, then lingers to almost nuzzle his nose in a light touch. This is the blurred line that they have hidden towards their father. The line in which whom they love collides with what they love as people. Madara squeezes the palm of his brother's. Lips casting down to catch on his brothers, the forbidden fruit now taken.
