#the they...

[remembranced]

❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜

"Huh? Eh, probably a backstory replacement," Clear said with a shrug as he slumped over the bar counter, fully visible so that Harmony wouldn't look silly, like she was talking to empty air. It was just one of those nights in some backwoods backwater replete with filmy air choked by stale cigarette smoke, hazy light clogged with dust, and a grumpy bartender tending to equally gruff patrons. They kept to themselves, at least, but in the dimness, it wasn't hard to see why someone might be intimidated by them, though. A quick scan of their minds revealed nothing hostile: just existential exhaustion from the rat race present across the whole cosmos. As for Clear, he chose to hitch a psychic connection to a man who was blackout drunk, his mind a pleasant slurry of weightlessness and unconscious that dragged on the entity like a weighted blanket.

Not unusual for him. It was one of those nights where he couldn't help but brood on the past, thinking back on his creator. With how disastrous his being currently was, his constant ragging about how she had up and abandoned him, he always left out the part as to why. She had realized what suffering he'd be in for and got scared, turning away because of guilt--not because of disdain.

Somehow, that always made it so much more worse.

Clear sighed, turning his head so his cheek plastered to the tacky bartop. "You tired. Pretty sure this place has a shabby motel attached, or somethin'."

[jestersdlc]

This is probably going to be cut cause the flow of the scene....BUT THE THEY

The churring stays, the headbutt part might not stay </3

But that won't stop me from having Atropa (far more quietly and more tamely) break a lil, also they ate going to cuddle because I will find a way....if not now later after people die <3

[houyin-moved]

how time has flown. // from Jy :’)

"As only the King of the End would have it."

How he must sound like some religious zealot, probably more reminiscent of a Creed Exequy than the man he once was as the Furnace Master: brash, irreverent, rebellious and defiant. Though he'd been faithful to Lan in those days, the transition from the glorious, martial limelight of Lan to the dark, mysterious power of Terminus would seem odd, especially to an old friend. Yet, that's what he had become; from the Flying Comet to a shadow, a phantom that haunted the memories of those who had once known him.

As the vessel of an Emanator and bearing the power of time itself, Ren could become a far more effective ghost. Especially for this man who had once been his childhood friend.

"How much time do you have left?"

[panvani]

etherane tweeted

hollow lamentation // fabricated bloom