INFINITE WARDEN

starters  /  prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work ,  not here .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

  ❛  it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong  ❜

  ❛  don’t ask if i’m a ghost  ❜

  ❛  i fled and did not return  ❜

  ❛  i cannot love you  ,  if i love you  ,  i will die  ❜

  ❛  for years i chose death  ❜

  ❛  i belong to my mother’s fear  ❜

  ❛  what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ?  ❜

  ❛  he looks like he will keep you safe  ❜

  ❛  any love i find will be treason  ❜

  ❛  why did you bring me here ?  ❜

  ❛  i count the hornets that escape their mouths  ❜

  ❛  i only ask for your laughter  ❜

  ❛  look at me in the old way in this new light  ❜

  ❛  sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow  ❜

  ❛  it wasn’t the same without you  ❜

  ❛  i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay  ❜

  ❛  it’s all very predictable  ❜

  ❛  how can i love something that isn’t ruined ?  ❜

  ❛  like all agony  ,  there are pleasant moments  ❜

  ❛  i want to be better at lying  ❜

  ❛  i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse  ❜

  ❛  some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat  ❜

  ❛  some spells take years to cast  ❜

  ❛  there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive  ❜

  ❛  i know you’re not supposed to smile back  ❜

  ❛  madness  ,  too  ,  can be cumulative  ❜

  ❛  trying to forget is not the same as leaving  ❜

  ❛  i really should get a sense of humor  ❜

  ❛  i understand no one  ❜

  ❛  i cannot stop him from disappearing  ❜

  ❛  her body was a dress i hung for motivation  ❜

  ❛  you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to justify company  ❜

  ❛  you are predictable in your longing  ❜

  ❛  i don’t want to explain a thing  ❜

  ❛  i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to open a carcass  ❜

  ❛  all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful  ❜

  ❛  there’s still time to be saved  ❜

  ❛  shut up  ;  i know the story  ,  or at least the lesson  ❜

  ❛  you wont find it  ;  you won’t find whatever you’re looking for  ❜

  ❛  i could get away with being clumsy with knives  ❜

  ❛  i want to study the mechanics of leaving  ❜

  ❛  any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough  ❜

  ❛  i see little futures in the distance but none belong  ❜

  ❛  i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew  ❜

  ❛  you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud  ❜

  ❛  in death we belong to everyone  ❜

  ❛  i want to return to my old body  ❜

ERASE YOU FROM MY MIND. i'm sorry, but i'm cutting all my ties.

— so i'm saying my goodbyes. goodbye to my good side — it only ever got me hurt. and i finally learned it's a cruel, cruel world!

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Upon waiting for an answer, Nimbus' breath was held slightly, the tall individual pacing back and forth, hands swaying at their sides, a churning feeling in the depths of their stomach, a feeling that had deep-rooted itself there for sometime. Filling in the shoes that were left for them on Rohan's behalf much sooner then the former rookie Cloudstrider had been expecting was a lot to grasp completely, but there would be another rookie in the soon to come years, and they would be there to greet whomever filled in the role of newbie.

Despite some form of dissatisfaction with their way of life within the present, Nimbus knew that it was where they belonged, it was simply relieving to turn to another that Nimbus at least considered a friend, they felt lost in the moment, in lieu of everything that had transpired as of lately. The taller one's murky-hued eyes calmly bore downwards upon Osiris, finally releasing that breath of air they were previously clinging onto, a relief of its' own.

"I couldn't imagine what it's like, being a Guardian. Dragged from beyond the grave to be reborn into a brand new life." Nimbus' lips drew into a thin line, frowning but keeping a sincere expression about their features. Truth be told, Nimbus admired the Guardians, Osiris, the Young Wolf, all of them, considering themselves to call them allies, rather then adversaries, as they'd originally thought they'd turn out to be if they had ever set foot on Neptune. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Osiris stops skimming the recent data, his focus shifting entirely onto Nimbus now. Ah... the woes of youth. He remembers his earliest days, how difficult those were. He thinks no matter how much time has passed, how much things have changed, how different Neomuna is to the Earth he had died and grown on, one thing will always be a permanent fixture. Growth. No way around it, there are pains that come with it. Failure and youthfulness and uncertainty, all synonyms.

" It is a lot like being born, I imagine. Save the pitfalls of growing from babe, to child, to adult. I still had to discover who I was, who I would be. And all the arrogance that came with believing oneself immortal. " He thinks he's died more than any other Guardian combined, and even then he never truly appreciated that he could simply stand back up afterwards. Not until that ability was torn from him. Not after Sagira... (He has grown around that grief.)

" But... you are young, and that is what youth is for. Uncertainty. Leave the certainty and surety to elders like me, my young friend. Uncertainty allows you the space necessary to grow into who you wish to be. " That is his belief, at least. It is why he enjoys teaching so much, he thinks. Helping the next generation grow into their own skin.