#lycorisbloomed

castorice was the first person to understand, outside of kafka and occasionally the others, what it was like to exist without your own say in the matter. that it was all part of some end-game that you could not begin to fathom. she had a knack for understanding the parts of him that he didn't think anybody could anymore, not after leaving the xianzhou luofu in his first life, his first 'era' of existence.

( but that was a long time ago, and the memories are singed. )

❈  unprompted.

"all   these   weird   inazuman   novels   are   giving   you...   unrealistic   world   views."   alhaitham   accidentally   picked   one   up   after   he   searched   for   something   in   kaveh's   room.   not   a   great   idea,   but   he   had   to   been   missing   his   fluffy   dark   blue   blanket   and   as   it   turned   out,   kaveh   also   seemed   to   like   it   quite   a   bit.   the   brightly   colored   cover   of   the   novel   lying   on   his   bed   was   weirdly   intriguing   and   alhaitham   dared   to   take   a   peek,   maybe   he   also   stayed   there   for   10   minutes   and   eagerly   scanned   page   by   page   before   deciding   kaveh   was   going   to   hold   expectations   for   his   future,   especially   his   love   life,   maybe   even   his   sex   life,   that   were   never   going   to   be   fulfilled   in   ways   like   this   novel   implied.

Boothill waits a distance for Robin to finish her superstar duties, nodding his head to the beat of distant music. He likes to think he gets the jump on his targets, but Robin is as good as sneaking up on the cowboy, and he laughs, letting her take his arm. He moves in closer to her being.