#kindlyiscatter

 “ Huh,rose petals...cute! ”  Lena giggled.

hope is a childish idea, composed by youth who have not yet tasted the ash and desecration the world leaves. man, with their self-entitled ideals, had brought notice to it first. held it in hand alongside their primitive weapons and first foundations of dust, but hope has grown. it has grown into a fairy tale thought, spun thick and deep over years and through the lakes and towns of remnant into a collection of rumors. silver eyes. though when she sees a face of hope tucked neatly and safely into a smaller soul does she feel pity. false, brief, and a question hinted with irrelevance rises. (  a smaller soul, who will die and suffer just as the rest of them. )          ❛ ...tell me, child. do thorns exist on roses for protection from the world, or from one’s self? ❜

this ship will never die

❛  oh, this ?  it’s nothing special --- just a souvenir to remember the place by. i find momentos help keep the memory fresh.  ❜ / @kindlyiscatter ♥’d

translation:  brING IT ON

            “OH, MY BROTHER’S ONE OF THOSE! Though I doubt he’d be hired, per se, since he’s the high prince and all ... what would people hire them for, though? Aren’t they needed in the war effort?”