“It is, but--” oh, and there he goes. So much for that. It’s not even fair to say it’s raining. It’s pouring, it’s a deluge. Thunder cracks in the distance, shattering silence.

Shadow falls silent and watches. Silver looks so at peace in the storm. Shadow kind of misses when he took joy in the simple pleasures like that; he remembers being awestruck at watching a candle burn. Obviously the ARK didn’t have any storms, but he was still just as bewildered when he learned about them for the first time.

there’s  a  small   &   short  laughter   /   upon  seeing  silver  pout.   well   /   you  suppose  rain  was  something  foreign  to  him   (   which  gives  you  somewhat  of  an  idea   ).   it’s  not  like  you  want  to  ruin  the  other’s  mood   /   you  just  rather  not  get  sick  from  the  rain.

❝    if  you’re  not  prepared  for  the  rain  you’ll  definitely  catch  a  cold.    ❞   which   /   the  two  of  you  weren’t  prepared   (   however   /   that  could  be  easily  mended   !   ).   ❝    let’s  go  find  an  umbrella   &   we  can  walk  in  the  rain  together.    ❞   you  say   /   dashing  with  all  your  speed  to  go  find  an  umbrella.

LIVES  IN  A  PINEAPPLE   /   @absoludreams

Would be my honor <:)

The only interaction our muses have had was a dumb SA2-Snapcube shitpost, but MAN do I wanna interact more because their Silver is great!

❝    alright  silver   ,   we’re  gonna  teach  you  stuff  about  the  current  culture.   that  way  you’re  not  confused  about   ,   well   ,   everything.    ❞

POPULAR  TEXT  POSTS   /   @absoludreams

while  that  may  have  struck  a  chord  at  your  heart   /   striking  too  true  for  your  own  liking   (   you  wouldn’t  let  it  show   ).   instead   /   there’s  a  worried  look  on  your  visage   ,   head  tilted  to  the  side  just  slightly.   &   you  take  a  moment  to  speak   /   wondering  just  what  to  even  say  to  the  other   (   after  all   /   you  didn’t  know  them  all  that  much   ).

@crystarchived​ / ⁂ / salt / ⁂ / NA.

SIX WORD SENTENCES

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A group of people had died: not killed by the creatures, not killed by angels or demons. By humans, by other people-- the group had been murdered, in a frenzy of trying to gather resources. In the desperation of survival.

Kendall had tried, and failed, to save them; in the process, he had gotten injured, and had been rendered unconscious. Silver and the others had hurried Kendall back to their temporary base.

Silver had been by Kendall’s side, when he had awoken. After an awkward silence, Silver spoke, and Kendall could hear that reassurance, yet uncertainty, to Silver’s voice,

“It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Not really.”

Kendall just laid in the makeshift bed they’d setup for him on the ground, and stared up at the bits of broken, cracked ceiling overhead. At the way the sunlight shone in through the holes, how particles of dust from debris and lack of cleaning floated by gently.

His eyes closed, and a light sigh left Kendall, before he replied quietly,

“Maybe.” it was hard to lay full blame; so many people scrambling for dwindling supplies. So many of those resources, nearly tapped dry. Could they truly just turn the other cheek, and cite desperation as the cause? Blame the circumstances, their environment, and not the actions of others?

...Kendall didn’t know. For once, he couldn’t dole out any of his own reassurances, or his own thoughts.