#unionled

[isolaradiale]

hello hello, i'd like to drop ephemer (kingdom hearts, condo 406) and raihan (pokemon, apartment 311). thank you!

They'll be dropped for you!

-- Mod Caelum

[aurelsabre]

random starter - @unionled​ 

At the guest room of Condo 406, she wasn’t expecting someone but it beats being alone and she still have her lord’s advice etched to her brain and works very well. Other than that, she tries to be a welcoming roommate without irritation.

“I guess you’re one of the people living here. I’m Narberal Gamma.” Disappearing housemates isn’t new to her but hey, maybe he might remain bit longer like her time in this hellhole called ‘Spirale’.

[unionwrote-blog]

@unionled I hope you’re happy

She moves forward the same way she always does-- chin held high, determined and set on the future as she steps without any hesitation. It hurts. It feels as though her heart has been ripped away from her, leaving a gaping wound that bleeds with every step. She feels as though she might shatter. No one can ever know. 

More time is spent with the boys, ensuring they’re okay after the loss. Ensuring they’re well taken care of ( Crutchie and Race share the newly opened position of leader. Crutchie is the brains, the heart, he was always the closest to Jack, while Racetrack is the motion, the brawler, the protector. She’s proud of them. She knows Jack would be too ) and provided for. Dedicates herself to improving their conditions. To fighting for the underdog. Throws herself into her work, writing night and day. Every moment that’s not out in the streets making a difference is spent at her typewriter. 

Pulitzer is worried for his daughter-- he never liked Jack, but he can see what a profound impact he had on Katherine. She doesn’t answer, she’s far too busy. Never slowing down, always finding something new to fight for. If she doesn’t stop, there’s no time to think, no time to ponder the ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’, no time for her sadness to catch up. 

It finds her, though, just as it finds everyone. In dark nights when exhaustion takes hold and she stumbles to the cold and empty bed. She drags the sheets up around her and cries. It’s not pretty-- it’s ugly and broken, pent up anger and sorrow flooding out. A part of her knows she will never be okay if she doesn’t give herself time to not be okay, but more of her doesn’t care. It all hurts too much, and she’d rather run. Let no one see how broken she feels without him at her side. 

She wakes up the next morning, puts on a smile, and is ready to begin again. 

[unionwrote-blog]

@unionled​​ !

Stack of newspapers is unceremoniously discarded in a corner of the room ( she’ll deal with them properly later ), thankful sigh at the release of weight. She doesn’t comment on the ridiculous amount of papers, instead turning her attention to ruffled blouse as she moves closer to Jack. 

“The boys were asking about you-- again.”