#withafury

[withmight-blog]

hey dad check it * does a sick kick flip onto his rocket arm, the jet propulsion leaving a cloud of smoke * *when thte smoke disperses all u see is nero lying ass up on the pavement * pl.ease call kyrie ,

what are you.

[withmight-blog]

y'know, if you're sticking around, that dinner invite is still open

Ah, yes. With but hazy mindfulness, he recalls the peculiar sentiment. ( What is it? You hungry? ) An offering to a stranger, no less, to the walking dead. And perhaps he should feel scorn, to have been so condescended to, or disparage such insipidly idyllic fancy, but rather he greets it with bemusement: an emotion he has become all too familiar with, in merely having met Nero. A stiff laugh escapes him.

      “ I don't think that wise. ”

Foolish, maybe; unattainable, even more so. The thought bodes poorly in the depths of his chest, and he elects not to dwell upon how long it had been since he had known the warmth of a 'family dinner' ( twenty nine years, seven months ), nor what he would gain in accepting ( an ultimately doomed attempt at a connection ); instead, he looks at a boy who is and is not his, and then looks past him. You will only find your own discontent here, he thinks to say, but it's relinquished as, “ I mustn't linger. ------ Nor should you. ”

      “ Your mechanic isn't much known for her patience. ”

[withmight-blog]

how is it that your emo, poetry fuckin self is less unbearable than your true form?

       “ I desire no further context in regard to the topic of ‘poetry - fucking’, Nero. ”

[breezybrisk]

Beast isn't gone... Only locked away... Behind the walls Of my fear.. My passion lies Dormant isn't cure.. I will return.. With a fury.. Look into me.. I burn emotion.. I still live.. But you won't... #Breezybriskphotography #poet #poetry #artist #thebeastissleep #iwillreturn #withafury #iamart #iamlove #Bmorerenaissance #beastly #thebeast #breezybrisk #psychosuperhero