REBEL.

This post’s been a long time coming, tldr: consider this blog on an indefinite hiatus.

I do not think we were meant to burn the world the way we did.

They always taught us that to destroy is to sin and that you will never be free once you have killed.

They misread human nature, my love. We have destroyed and it has  made kings and queens of us.

We are stronger now we have sinned so mightily. (Eve ate the apple, that’s where this started.)

⚔ FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♛ STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

Tagging: @mirrorbent , @knightreim , @seitenese , @enchantrisms @hyperpoint, @seavored, @reversedcross, @hekigankiseki and anyone else who wants to do it !

                   ❝  you’re  in  no  danger.  rest  as  long  as  you  need.  ❞

to  take  in  a  BRITANNIAN  like  this  ━  is  unprecedented.  the  uniform  may  tell  ethnicity,  but  as  for  an  identity,  there  is  none.

                   ❝  worry  not  of  your  sight.  it  will  return  in  due  time.  ❞

The wisest course of action is the tried and true: deceit.  While this irksome reminiscence of being succumbed to suffering such helplessness would not fade anytime soon, that could be remedied. ( once he grasps understanding, once he claws his way out of this situation. ) He fancies himself quite the capable actor, having partook in the playing the role of Lelouch Lamperouge until it no longer is rigorous; logistical yet lackadaisical vice president of Ashford Academy’s school council, stranger to the game of warfare.

           ❝humankind takes pride in learning from the past, and hence i am only stating my observation. whether or not, you acknowledge them is entirely up to you… but, you do draw similar qualities as him—— george washington that is.❞

i’ll be around there in a few more years! NGL the misconception is definitely prompted by Lelouch’s maturity beyond his years in terms of intellect, ideals and manner of speech ( as he was brought up as a noble, he’s had tutors for everything from language to philosophy. and since he was already originally very gifted, he’s acquired a level of mastery in many fields that far surpasses people his age ) i try to express that the best i can in my writing so this was like some odd sort of recognition for it & made me smile a lil

‘    it feels like this cadence is killing inside.    ’     —— don’t you feel it that way? melancholy melodies that reach the soul of a sinner without remorse of innocents he took without pity and without concern hiding a painful past. he is picking up the sounds that linger in mind, as lost as in a dark, dead end.    ‘    have you thought about death and what will happen to your soul afterwards?    ’ 

Error 404: unable to process this sweet and uplifting message.

                                     ❛     Yeah, yeah – - this  isn’t  my  first  job  y’know.  I  know  how  to  handle  a  situation.  Jeez – - you’re  thorough,  aren’t  you??    ❜      

The blade is warmed by blood. Bright scarlet smears onto the ornate fusion of gold and magenta, embedded with emeralds and a single ruby at its hilt. Is it because I chose this that the pain seems deadened? None shall ever decipher the truth, the story with words of which each stroke was a knife twisting in your gut, yet another dead-weight cold marble tomb in your cemetery heart, this quiet death devoid of any sorrowful lament  — you chose this. You slump in your assailant’s arms, weak and frail all at once and light with relief. Your lips arch into a somber smile, filled with regret that is-but-isn’t — the blood loss must surely be hindering fully conscious thought, you chose this, you swore that you didn’t need a path to fall back on — yet the tinge of sadness you swallowed still grates in your throat. It belies the gratitude you attempt to muster, the last wish to your first and final friend.  ( Betrayer of the world? Tyrant? We were but children playing in the summer heat. . .once. .  then we made ourselves monsters, and went to war to run from the treachery of people around us, and us ourselves. And we have long since bled to death from the sheer brutality of it. )

“ This is punishment for you, too. . . You will live on, as the people’s savior. . . eternally— ” 

G A M E   O V E R .

The special item? You pick it up, turn it over in your hands. It doesn’t seem to affect you, the user, in any way. Perhaps you have to consume its contents… ? A further examination is required, lest you end up ingesting some form of toxin. The bottle is made of opaque glass, and the label plastered on it reads: Lamb Sauce. Of course, having made it this far in the Kitchen of Hell, you are no donkey. You open the cap, your senses honed to a razor edge so you can escape the worst of it if by chance, it is another trap. But alas! Your caution is for naught. The bottle is empty. Frustration crushes you worse than the bones you have broken in your endeavor for this. Your scream echoes in the empty hollow: WHERE’S THE LAMB SAUCE?!

The enigma barricades your path to the item you have been questing for. The elixir of life. Your nightly vigil in the dead of winter, though long and weary, has at last, bore fruit. Footsteps crunch on the snow, painfully audible in the silence of darkness ( illuminated only by the soft glow emanating from the golden creature ) yet the mysterious being makes no move to flee or defend itself. It looks serene even as you raise your weapon, and for a moment there is a chill in your heart that stems not from the cold. You bring it down — but wait, it takes no damage, in fact, it bounces back ! The stringiness. . . that texture. . . that elasticity ! It is made of a substance that does not yet exist in your world. You circle behind it, but there is no bottle of snake’s blood or wishbones to be found. You understand, then, that this beast, is itself, the elixir. Congratulations, hero! Immortality is now within your grasp.