#a234404

❝    You  look  like  you’re  in  a  hurry,    ❞      comment  lands  by  the  wayside,   somewhere  crossed  between  interest  and  observation.   His  head  lifting  in  slanted  cant,   attention  brought  away  from  mangled  wires  and  the  cobbled  metal  workings  of  his  right  hand.   Sight  now  follows  the  figure  moving  past  the  edge  of  his  peripheral.   A  blur  twisting  with  ebony  and  ivory  against  barren  desolate  imagery,    her  ashen  hair  not  a  shade  too  far  from  his  own.   

     “  a2  ...  “

     bee’s  resting  head  on  lover’s  chest  ,  gloved  fingertips  tracing  the  curves  of  exposed  breastplate  .  she  hopes  it  brings  comfort  to  a2  ,  even  without  the  artificial  skin  that  had  been  ripped  away  .  

     “  you’re  beautiful  .  “

@a234404​     ://     ‘  how  do  you  destroy  a  monster  without  becoming  one  ?  ‘                          ⬑     i  lost  the  meme

     they  were  fighting  the  monsters  .  weren’t  they  ?  

     that’s  what  they  were  told  .  monsters  without  emotion  ,  without  thought  .  only  tarnishing  the  earth  with  their  existence  ,  denying  the  humans  the  sanctuary  they  once  had  .  fighting  the  monsters  ,  yet  it  felt  …  wrong  .  a  lie  .  

                                            s-scary  ….  !  scary  !

     cries  of  desert  machines  flick  in  her  memory  again  .  is  it  too  late  for  them  ?

                                 ASK MEME ————————  ‘ i bow to no man. ‘ ; @a234404​

there was NONCHALANCE gleaming behind those eyes, mirroring a certain DESINTEREST dwelling within the female upon glancing at the other. with one hand propped beneath her CHEST & the other angled at her waist as it held a pipe within her clutch. she RAISED a brow, in question it seemed & yet, there was no CONFUSION about the other’s statement. a chuckle escaped crimson LIPS that were raised in a rather lopsided GRIN; somehow, the way she worded HERSELF reminded the brute of her own nature & purpose. quite weird to see SUCH similarity in words of a stranger. -----------------  ❛  huh, i see.. i guess, we’re on the same page then. ❜ ----------------- a SECOND passed before those brown EYES seethed with flames, hardening in the process as she pointed at the female in front of her, though, using her PIPE instead of a finger. -----------------------  ❛  i appreciate your independence, though, it would be rather nice to state your actual business. i’ve never seen your face before... ❜ -------------- while her statement sounded rather threatening, it COULD have been that her memory was playing some trick on the BRUTE; maybe the female was no more than a passerby ? maybe yuna had been POSING unnecessary questions ?  thoughts were QUICKLY brushed away by such deadly & sinful PRIDE, not even acknowledging any kind of WRONG-DOING on her part. arms were quick to be crossed BENEATH her breasts once again, brows SLIGHTLY furrowed as she watched the other keenly. there was something ambiguous about this INDIVIDUAL but dull sense PROVED to be of no help to identify the cause of such feeling.

          @a234404​     ://     ‘  gives  a  KEES  ‘                                     ⬑    random  transmission  .

     she  should  be  happy  .  she  is  ,  mostly  ,  but  cries  still  sing  symphonies  in  memory  &  kisses  still  sting  like  the  lashing  of  a  blade  ,  if  unexpected  .  a  blink  ,  and  then  another  ,  as  she  resists  impulse  to  recoil  ,  offering  smile  and  tap  of  fingers  to  a2’s  palm  instead  .  

     one  day  ,  words  of  love  and  honey  will  silence  the  choir  ,  pink  petals  dancing  across  scars  of  the  past  .  how  comforting  that  promise  is  .

     “  are  you  trying  to  get  my  attention  ?  “

Luther Sentences

“Least you’re part of the living which that matters most.” She puts down her weapon but remained alert just in case if this backfires. Everyone has their own search for a reason. Saya is just looking for her parents that stuck here in a cesspool of undead.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉.   • • •   //    ❝ 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝙰𝟸. ❞ Eve’s hand, one covered in the black tattoo, comes to rest against the android’s cheek. She jerked away, at no surprise, she seems... ... scared. They share the same sort of feelings, rage && hatred toward those that hurt them. Toward those that TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY. A thirst for blood, to avenge those dear to thee is all that’s left... ... && Eve found beauty in that. He felt alone, feeling as though all he had were his deceased brother-- Am I wrong? He thought. 

Hand is then placed on his hip, features remain soft yet confident. When looking into darken eyes-- you can see the emptiness in them. A void that’s yet to be filled, boredom, anger, hurt, spiraling into a hole that he silently pleads for someone to help him out of. Please, save me. He repeats to himself, numerous times a day. A virus is taking over his core, swimming in the veins && it’s only a matter of time. I’LL KILL THEM. The anger begins to talk. Embrace it. Embrace the rage, the sadness && sorrow, USE IT.

❝ ... ... 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝'𝚌𝚑𝚊.❞ He hands the woman an apple, up in he && his brother’s quarter there are endless amounts of them. They taste nice, probably the only thing that his kind could eat. Or at least the only thing around for them to eat.