ππππππππ πππππππ . Β Β // Β Β ACCEPTING .
ππππππππ πππππππ . Β Β // Β Β ACCEPTING .
β Β the handsome fellow thatβs trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Β β Β // Β Β @asteritesβββ
ππππ π ππππππ πππ π ππππππ ππππ π ππ πππππππππππππ. Β Β that said, while the wit with which it was conveyed, and the context thereof, robbed her embarrassingly of all her excuses, it contradicted with each principle an oracle absorbed and internalized. Β hence, her first impulse was to dismissΒ β Β but what exactly provoked it ? Β that her fate threatened a hideous undertone ? Β that he, the silly hero, had all intentions to rescue her ? Β Β (Β or that he was ... handsome β¦ ?Β )Β Β Β none of these points were untruths and, still, she argued.Β still, she made a case for disputeΒ : Β Β β he is wrong. Β i neednβt be rescued from a particular destiny that i have not chosen Β β β Β Β but with the lakes of fire in their home of darkness, with the heads of conquered children at a gunpoint, and their betrayed roots, had it been a free decision, or unsought necessity ? Β β i chose this β Β Β on repeat and with effort, the line transformed to conviction, did it not ? Β a conviction as real as one to serve an empire which, more than once, manufactured tools out of the flesh of loved ones.Β a conviction of devoting to a life of conserved rite.Β a conviction that, rather than following survival instincts, there was a choice, at all.
notice, a frown pinching into pallor and a crooked line that ought to resemble a smile, but did it terribly so, marred her pretty visage as her spoken point dilated to the nonsensical.Β the denial so outstretched, it portrayed no longer her own instilled thought. Β Β β it is not that i want him to do this for me, or that he should continue it.Β moreover, he is quite hypocritical ... β Β Β you see, every day, solheimβs high priestess lied through her teeth.Β about a good, giving godhead and redeeming salvation under the throne of his mercy ;Β about worship and a cause greater than the worshipers. Β every day, she lied about picking up the skeletal remains of a dormant faith, and promised to her subjects a myth cased in crystal.Β in turn, she lowered her secrets into the coffin of her past, in hopes the valkyric goddess would find and care for them behind valhallaβs fog and the rotting dreams of sorrowful mwynn. Β then she smothered that memory, until her woes emptied and interchanged with robes and a scepter invoking divination, forgot what other purpose her hands served than to reach for the voided universe.Β for this reason, she lied again, and again, and again ;Β until she believed she wanted the barren holiness, and found herself utterly bemused by the absolute ease it required to welcome festering love to creep through the spaces between her gilded ribs.
β β¦Β he is so β¦Β stubborn, and foolish.Β he does not listen, and iΒ βΒ β Β Β oh, look at her.Β poor, wretched woman.Β suddenly, her hands were meant to touch the heart of another, and the lies were mouthed with naught more than displeasure ; Β for there was this man who learned to know her beyond them, as well as she acknowledged his reckless, careless, endearing whimsicality. Β his clumsy struggles and lovable qualities.Β and, truthfully, resistance could only be considered an impossible effort.Β the thought of such alone torturous enough that she preferred to be snapped out of it by the curious impressions within the glance of her starry sibling Β β Β the sheer tease radiating off of the silent expression suggested full awareness of the remaining contents within the muffled sentence. Β Β β donβt you look at me like that now. Β besides, something tells me a similar experience plagues and blesses you. β
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Β *Β ππππ πππππππππΒ Β Β : Β Β feelings.
πππππππππ.Β Β Β being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.
πππππππ.Β Β Β tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.
πππππ.Β Β Β furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.
π πππ. Β Β wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of color. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.
ππππππππππ.Β Β Β constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying theyβre tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isnβt a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. βIβm awake, Iβm fine.β. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because theyβre so tired. passing out.
Tagged by : Β Β @reginrokkrβ Tagging :Β @asteritesΒ /Β @asteriskheartΒ ( aera uwu )Β /Β @entropyesβ /Β @battleshotβΒ + anyone who wants to and has the time
The Awakening Of The Poet, Gabriel Ferrier (1899)
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" ππ , πππ ππππ ππππππππ. how was your day, sephiroth ? would you indulge me with your tales ? " // @wingedcruelty
" πππ ππππ πππ ππππ π πππ ππ πππ πππππππ ; or are the deeper interiors leading to the fayth something that unsettles you ? i noticed you have grown tense upon our visits. " // @reginrokkr
is the moon made out of cheese
yes, mozzarella specifically.
β πππππ , πππ ππππ ππ πππππ ππ ππ , ππππππ.Β Β they are sung as praise to heavenly objects and the salvation of the light which shall purify them of their blight, including our own agonizing world. βΒ Β as though numerous times recited on command, the response swiftly slithered in resonance, words rolling off the tongue akin to doctrinal lecture.Β she wished she could individualize it. she wished she cared for these melodies more than the duty thereof.Β her fate, already a sealed verse, woven betwixt the lines. and she struggled --- she struggled, awfully so, to embody the very contents of what she sang : to simply hope with each awakened god. Β Β β along with ruins we find scattered around the eosian globe, those are the few remains of an era immemorial.Β it is rare for anyone to understand this old language, and, therefore, not surprising if you find it more puzzling rather than coherent. even experts struggle to translate them.Β my family has honored such hymns for centuries with the help of messengers, butβΒ if i may confide in youβ¦Β sometimes, i tire of them, just a little. β
confession of a secret, carried in whispers behind closed doors, doubtfully stung any more than the fact of its existence ;Β and to render herself vulnerable to one who proved himself ever so curious every day consisting of shared struggles and battles and rest, hardly shall be considered strange.Β although in the eyes of seraphs this was unbecoming, why would she not do so, if not a single of your own words, disclosed within a silent moment between gunshots, could be forgotten ?Β to her, this night still existed. your revealed wounds then still very visible, now obscured by your laughter and artificial confidence. and thus, it was one burden for another.Β a fair trade which she wrapped in the pretense of a chuckle. β don't judge me too harshly, okay ? β
β ββ the songs you sing, what do they even mean ? β @moonichor
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