ADORNED * .

                    @moondips     /     ♡  

❛         EH   ?         WHERE   HAVE   YOUR   INJURIES   GONE   ??      ❜               cradled   to   chest          ,          a   first - aid   kit                                                             seemingly    no   longer   required.          bewilderment   merely    capturing    visage          ,          pondering   whether   insanity   had   lastly   found   her   in   her    trials   of   sleep   deprivation.               ❛          i’m   sorry          ,          have   i   the    wrong   person   .   .   .   ?          ❜

☀      ❛     —-  yue  ,  never  try  to  link  our  emotions  again  without  my  say  so.    ❜

@moondips :  starter  call

        MOONDIPS        /        ♠        /        STARTER CALL

          ancient   /   fragments   ,   primordial   darkness   takes   the   form   of   a   scythe   ,         THAT   WHICH   HANDS   OUT   THE   SENTENCE   .         life   as   it   fractures   into   decay   left   little   opportunity   to   develop   bonds   beyond   the   superficial   ,   until   incarnation   of   fate   manifests                                putting   to   rest   loneliness   you   knew   by   name   .          a   humored   grin   envelops   ivory   maw   ,         “          oh   my   !          how   long   has   it   been   ?         ”          tongue   tuts   lightly   ,   ensnared   in   deep   thought         (         by   appearances   alone         )          as   a   single   digit   taps   again   chin   ,   you   know   the   day   he   abandoned   you         LIKE   A   VISCERAL   BURN  .         frame   at   rest   ,   idly   leaning   ‘pon   cane   that   doubles   as   your   weapon   of   mercy   ,          “          eighty-seven   years   now   ?          what   an   enigmatic   sight   for  weary   eyes   you   are   .   .   .          ”

(  unprompted !   /  @wieldbrave​  )

(  unprompted !   /  @wieldbrave​  )

the   rustle   of   the   shoji   always   delights   him    ,    reminds   him   to   not   glance   too   heartily   towards   the   slit   that   lets   in   a   meek   draft   to   caress   his   weeping   locks   .    though   every   visit   continually   end   in   solemn   exchanges   of   his   wistful   advices    ,    visitors   bring   him   their   earnest   company    ,    and   the   recollection   that   he   is   but   one   of   many   in   this   vicious   world    .    it’s    almost    a   childish  yearn   that    he    no   longer    holds    the    key    to     ,    a    luxury    everyone    has   cast    aside   .    though   he   conceals   it   through   the   flit    of    lashes   ,    gaze   attaching   unwaveringly   to   the   stoneware   cup   in   his   palms    ,   he   has   long   sensed   the   arrival   of   another    ,    who’s    shadow    now   dims   over   the   delicate   screens     .     however   ,    he   bides   for   his    attendant    to    finish    before   he   offers    a    motion    of    sleeves    ,     allowing   glances    to   finally   anticipate   his   guest    .

the   other’s    identity    surprises    him     ,    no   one    unfamiliar     ,     but    not   one    that    he   would   ever    consider   a   common   visitor    .    he    recognises    him    upon   first    glimpse    ,    a    head    of   ink   locks   bundled   carelessly    ,    the   silencing   aura   that   lulls   to   the   still   air   draping   over   his   burdened   shoulders     .    he   has   never   forgotten   about   this   quiet   man   since   their   first   encounters    .    the   way   he   begins   his   words   remind   him   of   a   sheathed    blade    ,    sharp    but   veiled   in   the   shadows    ,    a   soundless   accompaniment   that   threatens   to   protect    .    yue   finds   himself   intrigued    ,    perhaps   for   several   seconds   too    long    ,   by   the   other’s   resolute   stance    .    he   stifles   a   chuckle    ,     not   wanting   to   ripple   the   suggested   formalities   that   was   to   be   exchanged    .    he   doesn’t   doubt   oyakata  -  sama’s   decision   to   send   the   water   pillar   over   to   him   .    after   all   ,    that   person   has   always   had   everything   weaved   so   impossibly   perfect    ,    so   much   that   yue   doubts   his   own   abilities   before   the   other’s   plans    .    

FULL NAME :   yue lao xin jun  NICKNAME :   yue , yue lao , yue jun . 

╳   FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgemental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

♔   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 | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing

                     the    combination    of    morning   air    and    comforting    tranquility    becomes    the    catalyst    for   elation    to      settle     in    with    every    breath     that     he    doesn’t    forget    to    take     in     .    the    scent    of    wisteria    caresses    tenderly     ,     and    reminds    him    of    the    hurried    figure    that    he    can    only    ever    catch     a     vanishing    glimpse    of     .     the    thought     harries     his     attention    ,    and    takes    him    like    a    charm    .     before    long     ,     he’s    peering    at    the    same    silhouette    meandering     through    hanging    wisteria    ,    nerves   tugging   at    his    conscience     .     he    feels    guilty   for    peeking    ,     uncertain    of    what   frightens    the    other    so    much    about    him     but    compelled     by    a   determination   to    attempt    another    conversation     ,     he   debates   revealing    himself    .    perhaps    graced    by    a    sign    of    fate     ,    elegance    betrays    him   ,    as    his   anxious   shuffle   resonates    an    alarming    creak    of    floorboards    that    startles    him    ,    delicate    frame    stumbling    against   the    pillars    that   he   rests    against      .    shame     dusts    his    cheeks    in     a    soft    reflection    of    dawn’s   light    and    he   picks    himself    up     in    haste    and   grasps    at    the   robes    gathering    at    his     sleeves    when     their     eyes    meet     .    “    i    don’t    mean    to    intrude    —      …     i    apologise    !    i’ll     …   take    my    leave     now    .    ”