my name is ruin.

❝ how did you do that? ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ we did it , Ben⠀⠀⠀⠀ ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❜   𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 that rose in motion on sweat stained front. your heart raced wildly , feeling the adrenaline that course through an exhausted body that you kept standing without wavering. limbs that throbbed , light scrapes , and batters that dared to taint porcelain skin. ( ⠀⠀⠀⠀ NOTHING THAT I CAN’T FIX. A BIT OF REMEDY I HAD MADE FOR OCCASSIONS LIKE THIS ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ). accepting , well more like , assisting the other who you have recognized since childhood , a man who had welcomed you since THAT day. both you and him were never seen apart while growing up , an ease of presence that slowly filled the loneliness that plagued the heart that hid beneath flesh and ivories. two peas in a pod , one would say. from playing together til now when both fought against the monsters that roam between the sectors , they made one hell of a team. you rose your exhausted arms high , extending phalanges as palms faced outward. sign of a mere high - five of your guys current victory.  ❛ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ though i’m sure this was nothing compared to what you accept on the daily , huh ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❜ you queried with a tease that lingered on sweetened vocals. 

❝ we did. ❞

it's the sweetness in her lilt, the way she punctuates each word with a flutter  —  the desire to be heard, softness be damned; it's all so pleasant to the ears.  you remember a time when her inflection portrayed otherwise, when that perceived softness was the forefront, when the hurt and confusion and agony tore her throat in two, a child that knows all too well the fear found in loneliness as she sat in the middle of an impenetrable fog...  until your presence shone a faint beacon in that murky uncertainty.  you remember approaching her, a billowing of lifetime friends circling the terrain in a frenzy.  [  they were my friends, but they were scaring her.  i couldn't let that continue.  ]  you pushed through them, the strain stretched across your face and body.  you remember proffering a hand, eyes soft, mouth parted in a look akin to awe.  wonderment at the circumstance, confusion.  she was a halo of the brightest luminescence.  she was the true beacon.

and the rest was history. since that fateful day, you became inseparable.  a package deal, a set of helping hands.  the closest of friends and, perhaps, something more.

  it's a notable breed of torture: worthy of the name, the leverage it carries so shamelessly even under a hefty gaze, filled to the brim in snarled teeth and bared claws.  his anger is palpable, solid with a protean burnish.  extinguishing little by little only at the plea of another, when he ultimately sends all away and is left on his lonesome...  but it's not so simple, not as easy as merely being alone.  he isn't alone.  not anymore.  hasn't been since that fateful night.  because she won't allow it.  for a time, he found comfort at the reality; now, it only deepens the wound, provides distraction where he should be allowed none.  at least, he tries to believe.

𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  :   butterflies soaring within the child’s rib cage,   begging for freedom to fly elsewhere. he can feel their wings hurriedly fluttering. with a soft grunt,         he’s found himself seated beside the other. eyes fixed on the skies, same as another. ❝ i sense your unease, ben.  ❞         to begin, his voice is low. quiet. meant to mimic that of his sister, ben’s mother, if only to quell the other’s worries.          was it not his role to guide the child on the path of light? without hesitation, he would. ❝  are you alright?  ❞

  the skies call to him come a bright, early morn.  swirling under a lifeless gaze, glazed with a sight absent of the typical calm that comes attached with such a sight.  for a moment longer, even at sensing his uncle's approaching presence, silence affixes his mouth shut.  as if mulling over the burden that weighs heavy on his chest, if confiding will grant him the reprieve he unknowingly seeks.

hades and nyx :     oh, sweet child of the dead and night!  your father commands the underworld, and your mother the mysterious primordial of chaos.  a life of greatness stands before you dictated by sternness, independence, and secrecy.  no man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of souls and answers as you grow into your power.

❭❭❭    𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙊𝘿 𝙊𝙁?   :     repost, do not reblog.         TAKE THE QUIZ HERE.

   FOR ONLY IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS, would the teen even consider that such a thing was even possible. To be HONOURED with the presence of the ONE OTHER BEING to which he would even dare to hold in the HIGHEST OF ESTEEMS. Here was BEN SOLO himself, taking the time out of his busy schedule-- just to converse with him. 

   Alas, he was but a fool. Though, it wasn’t to say that he hadn’t rehearsed himself for this situation in the past. Fumbling over every single word that would attempt to escape that gaping maw of his. A POX! A pox on your despicable weakness and your lack of social skills then! Sure, he might not have possessed that INFURIATINGLY SILVER TONGUE Ieyasu himself did, but this... this was just pathetic. 

   He was beyond infuriated at himself, as the seconds passed. Unable to refrain from balling already trembling hands into tight fists, and AIMING one of them off into the brick wall beside them. Thankful that all that was to be heard was a dull (But worryingly solid) thud, which only the two of them could have heard then. Mitsunari wasn’t even able to maintain eye contact, certain that he had completely ruined his ONE AND ONLY CHANCE in offering a good first impression on the other (That is, if one was to exclude that time he had been in the AUDIENCE, causing a tiny bit of a fuss, when another ‘fan’ had decided to offer his WORTHLESS CRITIQUE of Ben’s acting prowess). Squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth... before realising what the other man had just softly asked of him then.

   With wide eyes, so would he shoot his head back up. Blessed once more with the smiling features of the other (WHY... NO... that was just like his idol. To maintain such immaculate decorum, even in the face of those so UNDESERVING of it). Ignoring the heat that would grow ever more upon his pale cheeks, especially when he was already making a huge fool of himself in so many other ways, at that very moment.

   “Y-You...” He couldn’t believe his own ears, “... we...?” It would leave him in a humorously dry choke, “Tonight... I--” ENOUGH! What would HIDEYOSHI-SAMA and HANBEI-SAMA think of him if they saw him like this then? Struggling with his words like a NEWBORN, when an opportunity unlike any other would stand before him then. A DREAM COME TRUE. That he must TAKE FIRM HOLD OF, while he still had the chance. “HAI!” With his arms by his side, Mitsunari would stiffly bow to the other in affirmation. “I am definitely available tonight at your convenience!” A pause then, as he would take in the other’s somewhat bewildered expression, “I-I mean... hng... I’d.... like that.”

  the life of a teenage actor is no easy venture; where free time is but a fleeting ambition, memorization and improvisation his few comforts in such a cutthroat industry, the seemingly neverending responsibilities propped upon his shoulders, already worn and weary...  thus, when the cogs of fate began to turn in his favor, taking corporeality in such a DISTINGUISHING MAN, made of eccentricities (of which he finds bizarre, admittedly, but endearing all the while) and a fiery passion for all that he deems worthy - well, it rouses about something different from within, a feeling both exhilarating and terrifying and he, with a powerlessness to contain it, an unwillingness to want to contain it.  mitsunari is a shining beacon in the midst of a long, dreary work life; mitsunari is someone truly special.

  - someone so special, in fact, that the sight of a fist colliding with a wall nearest them hardly surprises him - though, the telltale thud to the brick is certainly not a normal occurrence - but it'll be fine, surely.  so fine, in fact, that his acceptance is more than enough of a sight that he ultimately disregards the past few minutes in their entirety.

     “  good.  i -  ”     clearing his throat, a palm reaching up to loosen at the seemingly tightening vice-like grip of his tie.  he sighs for a moment, willing - failing - the burgeoning redness tinting his ears away.     “  - am glad to hear it.  ”     a smile, then, wholly and completely charmed.  there's just something about him.