#mirrorfell

it is maybe the first moment they have had to spent alone with the blonde. not that nadine was specifically complaining, but rather that there was that awkward sort of energy that came with it. no one else to bounce jokes off of. and nami wasn’t around to be the center of his attention.

closed starter for . . . @mirrorfell

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. if he made a commitment, he stuck with it. that included cold blooded murder. but that didn't mean he wasn't curious. but not in the way most grieving family members are. they want closure for their loved ones passing . . . but that's not his intent. still, he'd heard through the grapevine about a guy who could talk to the dead or some shit. immediately he'd been interested.

a knock sounds and ghost waits, hands in his pockets as he peaks inside, hoping to find the guy asap. his reasoning wasn't for closure, no. but a sick sense of ' look at where you are, and look at where i am. ' ghost wasn't regretful for massacuring his entire family. no, he wanted to gloat.

you             were             only             a             boy,             you             didn't             deserve             this.             so             HE             TRUDGES             ONWARDS:             heels             scraped             &             bloody,             palms             scarred;             a             childhood             lost.             as             he             runs             through             the             blanket             of             snow,             there's             a             collision:             with             who             you             once             were,             and             who             you             are             now.

dreams             of             slicing             yourself             open,             innards             pour,             desperately             grabbing             and             clutching             acid             -             soaked             intestines.             and             sometimes:             there's             nothing             inside             you.

@mirrorfell:             i'm             losing             myself             in             the             darkness             of             the             world.

"             . . .             OH.             `

i ran to do this for sungmin 🤸‍♂️

BINGO TIME. / @mirrorfell

drops this from my mouth im late but i did it for sungmin 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙖'𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚? | 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 ➥ @mirrorfell

"oh, how wonderful!" a smile illuminated her features as she exclaimed in joyous tone. "have you ever painted in nature?" cue the cant of her head, a brow being cocked. "i could grow whatever flower or scenery you think of, if you want! it would be a nice . . . um, date? it would just be quite nice, i think!"

tosses this at you i did it for sungmin 🤸‍♂️ heheh

she wants to know how she's expected to not cheat when he wont go to the movies with her all the time??

╰ ☆ ✧ —@mirrorfell asked: "Freedom isn't enough. What I desire doesn't have a name yet." ( from radio !

↳ -: ☆ ( 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ) ☆ :-

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 and that empty look in her eyes. They didn't know her at allㅤ—ㅤbut it was as if they could relate to that lifeless expression. They certainly FELT dull and lifeless sometimes.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤBut the words were CRYPTIC; something that they didn't quite understand. There was a tilt of the head; monochrome locks falling ever so slightly to the side as they looked at the other in CONFUSION.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWell, can you DESCRIBE what you want ?ㅤ❜