#voicebled

[oncforall-moved]

@voicebled

 a short sigh escapes the boy as he rearranges the notes in his bag.  the slight Spring breeze flowing in periodically to rustle up his workings, aggravating him more and more each time.  each breeze only eliciting and angrier grunt out of the boy. sure he could have worked from home, but being stuck inside the dorms all day during cram season was unfavorable... just as he was about to let out an angrier he realized that he was in fact not alone on his bench. looking up, frozen in place, he saw a beautiful crimson haired woman. the sight of her rendering the boy dazed for a moment or two.

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@voicebled : / / because i will always be here ] ]

  ://_ a yellow flower laid on the corner of her dressing table and slender fingers come to shake their way through vibrant locks. she is worrying over Red but it is her job, her purpose to observe and to listen ( and to a lesser extent adore but this is saved for private moments when the world cannot see her mask b r e a k ; ; ; )

        ‘ you look lovely this evening. tonight’s show will surely draw a crowd. ’

          m i n e she wants to say but she keeps the word tucked tight between teeth, ground down between molars and she lights her hands across the feathers adorning Red’s throat. 

          ‘ do you ever feel nervous with so many eyes on you? ’ 

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         THERE WAS SOMETHING ODDLY FAMILIAR ABOUT HER, yet the longer he stared the farther the answer became. he hadn’t wandered lestallum since he was a child, so he doubted this crimson haired hunter was a previous friend. her attire wasnt up to par with infamous hunts, either. so that crossed off any companions he had since his journey began. to tell the truth, it was starting to eat away at him. maybe she was another FACE trapped within his dreams, surely that would be a better explanation than a haunting ghost.

             PROMPTO HAD SNAPPED AN UNAUTHORIZED PICTURE of the woman, then directed his routine “ look at her, noct !!  how pretty.... “  phrase. honestly, it was beginning to get SAD. perhaps he’ll confront the beauty and play matchmaker ----------------- after he finishes his drink.  

             DECIDING THAT IT WAS IN THE BEST INTEREST OF THEM BOTH, the prince downed the challenge that was known as BOILERMAKER, his sluggish form placed the glass down with a subtle difference in force, and he stood from the table. receiving curious stares from his allies, he assured them in a teasing tone.   ❛    im gonna talk to that girl, maybe get prompto a date.   ❜   the rooks mouth opened, but it was clamped SHUT by the hand of an eager gladio. ignis merely adjusted his glasses, and waved the heir on.  ah, how a tipsy gathering of brothers aids one another. 

           WALKING THROUGH THE SEA OF DRUNKEN HUNTERS, his focus was split between keeping the woman in his gaze, and making sure he doesnt stumble into any undesirables. noting an open seat at the bar beside her form, he swiftly filled it- an elbow resting atop the cool surface.   ❛    hiya.   ❜ 

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[thoughtbled-blog]

❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜

« Oh we carry much more than that. much more. »

Royce’s chin rests in the palm of his hand, staring down at Red from his perch on the transistor. His words are soft, mumbled. There’s a subtle buzzing in his words, something electronic.

His gaze moves from Red to the horizon, curling into himself imperceptibly.

« But, yes, loneliness…is probably one of the. larger burdens, so to speak. »

[oncforall-moved]

brings him only a couple red roses & a small box of chocolates, complete with a 'thank you' note.

  ‘ do you even give someone who’s a like a mom to you a Valentine? i know i give my real mom Valentines but does this count too or would this be awkward? does Red even think of me in a maternal sort of way or am i a pest. i bet i could ask her but i don’t really know if i’m ready for a bad answer. i’ve gotta take these things slow... i know! I’ll...i’ll--- ‘         his train of thought crashes as he realizes he’s being gently prodded by a velvety red box. he could only hope it was someone completely different, but he knew. no one else could sneak by him like this, his guard automatically drops when Red is near. something about her presence immediately soothes the nerve racked child.    though in this instance, he almost rockets out of his seat before laying eyes on her neatly arranged gifts.   only a short gasp the deflated into a squeak could escape the boy.       ‘ for...for me? ‘  he manages to say, wiping his face from his welling tears before shakily grasping onto the gifts.   ‘ t--thank you so much Red...’ 

[peachpowered-blog]

‘ no, -- i. sorry, i didn’t intend for my being here to distract you. ’ // sc. @voicebled

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❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜

@voicebled : / / the world has never been soft, dear heart | accepting ] ]

   ://_ it is so like Red that it is almost infuriating, to say something hurtful and yet poetic enough to belong in the mouths of angels; fury rises alongside despair but she swallows it down and turns narrowed eyes to the songstress, fists clenched around the fastened parasol between her palms. 

          ‘ you would know all about that, wouldn’t you ? ‘ 

          sybil tries hard to bite against all of the emotions. she was never meant to be attached in the first place, this was not what the Camerata had in mind when assigning her and she’s nothing but a disgrace, to her Selections and herself and even to the only friends she’s ever known. ‘ and yet somehow you still make the best of it. i suppose i am expected to do the same ? ‘ 

          ‘ perhaps it will be fair of you to preach these notions when you aren’t so busy leaving false trails for some hopeless idiot to pick up and cling to ! ‘ 

          she slams the door on the way out and when she stops to catch her breath she also makes a decision, one she’d been warring with for weeks. 

          tonight she would tell Grant and Asher what they needed for things to move forward. it was time to see what their transistor could do.