#06.

al dar reblog a este post estarás abriendo tu buzón a que los usuarios envíen uno de los siguientes promts, pueden combinar los mismos de desear hacerlo.

♯ PICNIC ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes tengan un picnic en el central park.

♯ DIVERSIÓN ; para un starter situado en el parque de diversiones de coney island.

♯ DEAMBULAR ; para un starter situado en el museo metropolitano de las artes.

♯ FOTOGRAFÍA ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes se tomen fotografías en el times square.

♯ PATINAJE ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes patinen en la pista de hielo del rockefeller center.

♯ PASEO ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes paseen por el jardín botánico de nueva york.

♯ ALTURA ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes visiten el mirador top of the rock.

♯ BARRIO ; para un starter situado en un barrio de nueva york a elección del user.

♯ HOGAR ; para un starter que esté situado en el departamento de mi personaje.

♯ CAFÉ ; para un starter situado en cualquier cafetería de nueva york.

♯ CENA ; para un starter situado en cualquier restaurante de nueva york.

♯ ATRACCIÓN ; para un starter situado en una atracción turística de nueva york a elección del user.

♯ SECRETO ; para un starter dónde nuestros personajes hablen de algo relacionado a su conocimiento de otis/amelia/alfred.

♯ CONJETURA ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes discutan las posibles implicaciones del caso de amelia.

♯ PAVOR ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes discutan su sentir respecto a lo sucedido en el círculo.

♯ MOSQUEO ; para un starter donde nuestros personajes discutan la posible traición de uno de los miembros del círculo.

♯ DESLÍZ ; para un starter donde mi personaje admita alguna culpa en relación a lo sucedido con amelia.

♯ ROCE ; para un starter donde mi personaje busque consuelo en el otro.

♯ DESENCUENTRO ; para un starter donde mi personaje inicie una discusión.

You’re supposed to say hi back, kiddo. B/

A HEAVY, MEASURED STARE, something in his eyes glazing over, pupils thinned into points... and then he blinks; bows his head, like his body just remembers the gesture, the nostalgia in the decorum. 

𝐓he torch Elise carried cast dancing shadows over the walls she passed. LeBlanc’s office was just down the hallway, yet the more she approached, the bigger the knot in her chest seemed to grow  —  until it felt like she might drop to the floor at any moment. Elise stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a sound from inside the office. Clutching the books she carried to her chest, Elise took a tentative step forwards until the doorknob was within reach. She extended a hand, knocked, waited for a sign, then reached downwards and opened the door.

And she was a fool. A fool to not have expected the familiar scent that hit her the second she stepped inside. But hit her it did, and like a moth drawn to a flame, Elise stepped closer. Auburn eyes, half lidded, found the other mage and settled upon her visage.    ❛    Here are the grimoires you requested.    ❜    Elise’s lips pursed as she waited for the other to give her permission to put the heavy tomes down on the desk. While she waited, she looked around the room  —  blinking slowly as she took in the aesthetic of it all.

Tentei, tentei, tentei mas nunca consegui Tentei, tentei, tentei mas não me arrependi

No começo era cinza, uma fogueira renascida Das sombras de uma ferida que nunca se cicatriza E o que um dia foi calor, me fez pensar que morreria A minha fogueira se apagou Se transformou em Frente Fria E com ela veio o Verde, desbotado e saturado Eu caminhei por muitos dias, mas os meses não voltavam E ansiava pela hora em que tudo se acabasse Eu jogaria meu corpo no fogo só pra que queimasse

Não vou mais me conter Não vou deixar a Luz sumir Não vou mais me perder Quando eu me afastar de mim Não vou mais te entreter quando deixar a Luz fluir Não vou mais me conter Deixei passar tudo que fiz

Eu me Recuso Recuso desistir Das coisas que não senti E das vezes que me feri, eu

It is a small village. Quiet, the way nature is quiet. Genji’s sensors are thorough. There is a pot boiling over a hearth in the building behind him.  He hears the crush of snow underfoot, careful and heavy steps-----   five-hundred yards from where he stands, maybe less. There is a bridge which connects to the main roads, and it is the only traditional means of entering the village. It is here, now, Genji waits. 

The figure is tall, wrapped in layers of wools and shawls and furs, and walking with a staff in one hand, poking at the snow-laden dirt with every step taken.  

“Welcome to Dolakha. I am Genji,”  Genji greets him, hospitable, polite.  “Pupil to Tekhartha Zenyatta. I have been instructed to act as a companion for your journey to the monastery.”  Genji supposes that isn’t entirely true. He was not instructed. He had volunteered, curious.  

 Omnics do not tire, do not require food------  but, surely, good company is rewarding, at least.