⋆˚꩜｡ IN MY DREAMS YOU & I will never be apart. i promise you.

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a study in  :     the cosmos  ,   searching tirelessly  ,    desperately    VYING    for an unsure destiny  ,     heroic sacrifices ,    religious texts  ,   depersonalization  , derealization     &     piecing together the past and the future.    /    portrayal is canon divergent,   lumine is commonly known as   "traveler"   or   "seren". blog is subject to very heavy themes.

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️IN STORYBOOKS MADE FOR CHILDREN, they speak of blazing heroes. individuals whose might prevails against all evil, valour that rivals underhandedness, & encompassing strength which vanquishes all darkness. some consider the traveller COMPARABLE to such people, revering their abilities as a noteworthy. they endow her with praise, not knowing the murky waters she must wade through with each and every CONQUEST. his comment is a reflection of a darkened heart, the sight only he wants to see in a fit of his rage. the scorching, flaring anger that seems to OVERTAKE any form of reason when it pierces through your core.

does it kill him ? the ache of EXISTING and being tied down to a person you cannot perceive being throughout your life. the path left behind can either be filled with cheers or the hollowness of becoming nothing. pulverizing everything into ash has its CONSEQUENCES ; seren simply can't seem to understand why it is that he has to pour it into her. electric in his fingertips, poorly sealed — an opened music box. a predictable display. she wonders if he can ever RUN from this.

her gaze is soft, as if taking pity. ( he's so miserable it becomes difficult to conjure any other expression ). " projecting ? it's hard to look at you when you speak like that. " too tender, far too taunting. like RIPPING into his being just by caring a smidgen. they aren't alike, but they hardly diverge at all.

 ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️" is hurting me going to make it feel any better ? "

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️DAYS OFTEN STRODE IN LIKE FIZZLING DREAMS, wasting away into nothingness amongst the cornucopia of each passing hour. at times, there would be SIGHTS significant enough to light a candle in the dark. she'd recall those days better as a result, backtracking easier when there would be MAGNIFICENCE to speak of on nights where companion demanded conversations. the traveler wonders briefly if her guide feels weary when it feels like they're the only one TRYING to have some semblance of communication. the exhaustion settles in on strange ways, everyday FADING into the same rhythm.

in truth, a lot of her adventures had come together as a blur. seren, lumine, these names that she WEARS feeling like destruction. people from varying nations hail her as a hero, yet all of it fades into OBSCURITY when the overarching goal is to fade into oblivion with her star in her arms. ( no matter how much he pushes, how hard it stings, you want him back ).

the angel's voice is soft — yet frigid. frost lingering even in the WARMTH of her voice. outlander draws sword, but weary gaze remains vigilant. distance to secure some MODICUM of footing. " if it's pity that you're expressing, i find that it's fruitless. " the rushing waves, her pounding heart. the frostbite of touch almost being an attack on its own, even if she lacks the INFORMATION to confirm that it was. it's difficult to let one's guard down.

there is only a small sense of relief in knowing that paimon was intelligent enough to take cover the moment she was TOLD to. " and you are ? "