#centcurine

ＡＭＥＲＩＣＡＮ ＧＯＤＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | not accepting anymore

IS IT PAIN, OR NOSTALGIA ? Something in her voice, in her words and the assurence of her philosophy makes him believe she aches. What strange creatures this world is filled with - there is so many song that their hearts can sing, from the most beautiful aria to the tearful lament of hatre and despair.IT MAKES HIM WONDER, what is it - or more likely, who - that broke her soul ? Something must have made her believe that change is not coming ahead - but evolution is the greatest proof of it all ; Mind can be design with new thoughts, and if not naturaly, manipulation is always an answer...

The moment she says the word ‘waiting,’ Roshan clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “That’s half of your problem right there. Waiting.” He says the word himself with a certain measure of disgust. 

He leans himself on the table and levels his striking eyes on her, intense and severe and all too serious as he speaks. Perhaps more serious than she’s ever seen him. “Waiting is for fools and people too cowardly to go out and make what they want happen for themselves, and you strike me as neither a fool nor a coward.

“So… stop waiting, and make something happen for yourself for a change. If you aren’t living as things are now, then surely the consequences matter little.”

          lifelong lessons in poise had fled the moment the great beast had appeared ( really, how had the pair not seen such a thing before it was too late? )  and abject terror had lunafreya’s mouth hanging open with silent scream as she staggered backwards. yet how, with sudden yell and grab, she was hoisted out of danger’s path. her arms wrapped tight around friend and guardian before she was even bade to do so.

validate me, cap’n // accepting

deathless //  nOT ACCEPTING BC I’M DEAD

             words spoken soft between the growing space between them. bama says them in a whisper, parting the pain that has been coming for a while. lunafreya leaves for altissia tomorrow and every fear confided as fire burns low, there was plenty of room for companionable silence. 

             yet bama speaks as a caress and luna leans against the centaur’s warm side. sets a hand against her to brace for the shattering of her heart in her chest. it’s a slow thing. like breaking logs crumbling to ash beneath the fire. she can’t tell her. how weak her bones feel already. it’s easy to hide it most days ( for the sake of her friend, for those she needs to help ) something that need simply be DONE.

            ( she doesn’t have the heart to reply with ‘if’. if gods bless her to see that dawning )

these soft moments // not accepting my gay heart can’t take more

              ❝ your hair is so pretty ❞ lunafreya finishes the braid by sticking small yellow flower behind bama’s ear. her own has been tied into something intricate that the princess could never hope to replicate. it pulls slightly against her scalp but for one merry moment her hair is out of her eyes. uses that to her advantage as she meets the centaur’s eyes. how curious a thing, from the uneasy way they met to now.