TODAY. may 14th. a day like any other, REALLY. but it also meant MOTHER’S DAY. a day like any other, really. when he had gone over to his family home he had watched his sister, chima, hand sayanna a wrapped gift. he   ;   on the other hand, only gave their mother a flower and a card  ;   things he bought one day ago. ( FROM YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD ; JUST KIDDING IT’S FROM ME ). on days like these he felt like a soldier whose leg had been taken by a landmine after he was promised there would be no more landmines. this is where he drew a line. a day like any other, really. ( I HAVE NO SON. ) words spoken years ago. years ago when he hadn’t even finished his junior year. nowdays, he was working. his own person. aware he fucked up. aware he neglected his duties as loyal son. yes he was aware and yet his mother’s words had cut sharp all these years ago.

    fact was   ;   as soon as he had gone through school he left like a deadbeat dad who popped out for some cigarettes and never returned. something like that should not linger like a tragedy in slow-motion. he should have accepted his mistake. his mother should have forgiven him. ( FORGIVENESS ; IF FORGIVENESS IS NOT POSSIBLE, REMEMBER EVERYTHING YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO BE FORGIVEN FOR BUT WEREN’T. IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR FORGIVENESS ; BE PREPARED TO WAIT. BE PREPARED TO STAND ON THE PATH OF TIME AND WITHER. RESPECT THAT FORGIVENESS IS DIFFICULT. NOT ALL TRESPASSERS ARE EQUAL AND NOT EVERYONE CAN HEAL ACCORDING TO YOUR SCHEDULE. ). a day like any other, really. what was he complaining about ? everything was working out in his favor. friends, work, love-life. everything worked out. it always did. his sister still kept close contact to him  ;   kept him up-to-date with how their mother was doing. ( MAYBE TWO KIDS WERE JUST TOO MUCH WORK. THAT MUST’VE BEEN WHY SHE ACTED LIKE THAT ). not the first time this thought crossed his mind.

HERO / VILLAIN // accepting.

→ @rebelwinged

     Zed’s heart thuds in his chest, threatening to explode out through his ribs. His breath is heavy, and the tension in the air is high. Despite it all, his face remains calm; his body remains still.

     “Is that so?” He asks, enunciating each word with care. “People seem rather fond of telling me that. I brought my exhaustion upon myself, my misery, each and every death of my students, Ionia’s wrath--”

     He takes a breath, trying to slow the pounding in his chest. “--And now a little bird says it, too.”

     Zed’s lips twist into a callous smile. 

     “I fully intend to leave this place alive, my feathered friend, but do feel free to try and make me regret my so-called crimes against your fellow Vastaya.”

     He raises his blade.

@rebelwinged

The Boy Who Just Wants Kids To Be Okay And Live A Happy Normal Life

There was a part of him that wondered if he should really let the Vastayan reach like that, a part that wondered how much weight the shelf could take before it would give way and whether or not she would be okay. The other part of him found it amusing, even a little exciting, a part that wanted her to reach the shelf even though, at least in Ekko’s mind, she most likely wouldn’t. 

The boy found himself smiling when she reached it, a feeling of pride washing over him like a family member would which was odd really because Xayah was older than him and it wasn’t like he’d known her for that long. He needs to stop letting people into his life so freely. Where did his guard go?