╰ ° ♥。 pretty boy complex.

                          crippling with the nerves of a nation as his castle began to crumble, the NERVES to wire him had become all too much.     a STRESSED MAN, an anxious man, a man bathed in blood and still so calm and collected, not once had he CRUMBLED into rubble that his inner castle had become.     but was it so simple to set him off that even the smallest MISHAP would ignite a blast he did not wish for.     VICTIM to explosions, he could not bite back his tongue.

                          ❛  do you no longer care for this ARMY, laslow? or is this merely a game to you?  ❜

           ❛  happy, happy birthday, dad! man, oh man, i’ve been waiting to tell you that all WEEK! oh– and that i love you too, of course!  ❜   she’s tightly wound around him, with arms almost relentless in grip and a heart to parallel in sentiment. ( she gives the sun’s blessing within an mirthful smile, unbeatably bright. ) it’s almost subconscious how gradual her tugging his, the eagerness to get him moving towards her gift almost overwhelming upon the closeness of its little unveiling.

           ❛  oh! right! so, you know how you’ve been working really hard lately, right? well, i think a BREAK is in order.. so, i thought we can have a birthday tea, just for you!  ❜   it’s small, she knows — beneath it all, she worries her efforts to ease him may be for naught. but, the simple reminder that some things are better than nothing keep her afloat, truly.   ❛  i even thought of birthday cake and everything — how does that sound, huh?  ❜   // @heldstrong.

     ❛ you know...you really are the best daughter a father could ask for !  & i’d remind you of it every second of the day, were i not worried about you growing sick of hearing it. ❜  ( the sun ! the sun ! ) how BRIGHTLY she burns ! flowers grow beneath her feet, & every step she takes brings something wonderful to life.  should the gods grant him a single wish today, he already knows what favor he’d ask for — that soleil never let go.