#imposter.

    ❔ - ❝ --! ❞ For the same effect as the kiss, they could have drank 5 extra-sugary sodas; buzzing, gently trembling, heart skipping beats, the urge to collapse. But - for once, instead of going into a panic, they press their shoulders together - theirs & Byakuya’s, & make sure to lean into him gingerly. 

They’re Here To CAAll You Out AAs  AAn ImpAAstAA.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Sylvianne enjoyed her perch from the cloisters, casting dark eyes down onto the courtyard as she indulged in a cigarette. Felix had left her, but there was still a few more minutes worth before she hit the filter, so she stood there, spine curved against the arch as she studied the individuals that raced to places far more important. Beautiful boots would be ruined by the slush, thick furs wrapped around skinny frames. Augustine seemed to understand beauty, at the very least, and it was saturated in it. From the peaks that surrounded them to the modelesque figures that made up the student body, Sylv flourished there.

Like a magpie, her gaze caught on something in the quad. Dark brows pulled together-- that was a jacket she recognized. A plush, full collar, the full length made of shearling. She tipped her head, watching now as the figure grew closer. Amusement made her snicker, flicking the rest of her cigarette down to the earth. Toni. The jacket was certainly her cast-offs, the garment had been custom, fitted just for herself, but on their narrow frame-- it was almost imperceptible. What were they doing in the campus donation bin?

How much delight before we collapse

How much earth in the lungs How much wine

When we want more When the weeds sprawl It is not what you think

Think how fast some landscapes change the lover, the gardener's grand idea, the failing Maple

the boat about to capsize the correction the hand's reflection