#kiiteiru

EXCUSE ME???

@kiiteiru​ sent [wall slam] - Your muse pushes mine roughly into a wall, their faces only inches apart - or, if your muse pushes mine chest-first, my muse can feel yours’ breath on the back of their neck. - qiyi to klaus, wrapping a tie tight around his neck too.

SEXUAL TENSION STARTERS

Status: ACCEPTING

There was a deep sigh that left him, heavy shoulders sagging with it as he stared ahead. The door had been shut for a long while, and he was surprised that they had been allowed the false sense of privacy, as they were now roomed in something not a glass tube. These quarters, though small and still cramped, provided only the minimal room for him to pace. Though, right now he was content with sitting on his haunches, and only cast a short glance towards the one that was besides him on the bed. This wasn’t right. They never allowed him to be with another, before. So, when they were re-captured by the likes of ShinRa, he had to wonder why now was this to be?    “Aerith... Are you alright?” He finally asked, and waited patiently for her.

Abby felt the power coursing through her as her sisters invoked the ancient gods. Her eyes switched between black and blue with every blink. The air around her surged with energy as she faced Elias. “So you think you have friends in high places Elias?” She said, laughing darkly. 

Gone was the playful attitude she had for months, she had to push it aside and give into her darker side to have enough power to save Jay. She had to save Jay. “You’ll know what power is when we’re done...” Abigail said, eyes settling on the deepest black they’ve ever gone. 

🗒️ || The most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow; the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow under the symphony hall, intricate stones aligning the walls, and even the rustling sway of the sycamore trees, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, would constitute the obsidian night side of the earth. There is a hole, or worse, a question mark. 

Where does he go from here? Has he done enough? What exists beyond guilt and grief, and what kind of world will this be without any leeway for justice? 

For the unlikely mishap that had taken Marie Hamilton’s life was just deemed as that; an unfortunate accident. No foul play, nothing malignant and savage about the hardware coming apart loose. How the tapestry simply descended with engulfing force, causing the pianist to drown further into lonely smoke and mirrors, into the dissociative realm through neverending waves, surfing on fire in her lungs as aching pulses and rustled leaves of her muscles failed to liberate as truth unraveled in an onslaught of panic and helplessness. And the stillness, the absence of strength suspended in sensory deprivation as she would sink into the void as above so below. The anomaly of sudden, unpredicted death bound to have anyone dejected and rejected. 

@kiiteiru

 ✘ 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖘 & 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 ✘ 

Amelia gawks at Shane. The question astounds her. It’s so opposite of what she believes. “Because then you’ll be better prepared should a similar situation happens in the future?” She’s not in the mood for respect. Shane rubs her the wrong way. Amelia’s done with letting it just happen.

“Yeah, sure, the past can’t be changed. But you can use the past to change the future. That’s how the outcome of wars change, and how people survive. Despite how bleak the situation is, the world’s not black and white. Plans never will be either. It’s never gonna be strictly between ‘gun everything down’ and ‘run.’ Okay?”

𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭   𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲   𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬   𝐠𝐨𝐭   𝐚   𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭,      but   then,   she   was   kinda   missing   his   point.      ❛❛   yeah,   i   ain’t   sayin’   you   shouldn’t   learn   from   your   mistakes,   or   other   people’s   mistakes.   if   something’s   not   working,   then   you   gotta   make   a   CHANGE,   i   agree   with   that...   ❜❜      more   than   she   knew.