#rosecarnage

    The invitation an innocent venture, coaxing him into an methodicalstare between acceptance and reassurement. A pretty question hung off her tongue...invokes likeness that once brushed against him being younger. That intangible excitement of doing something with someone you unconditionally are fond of...or love. He can stand here and witness the same harboring within her eyes. Simplistic as her wishes are--it’s reciprocated in the only way he comprehends how. A noncommittal hum escapes him sounding...a little more committed than he’s willing to admit.

❝Alright. I will.❞  

    His expression shifting into a sharper simper; a smirk. Its edge all bark with little bite, his shoulder and arm nudging her in an modest and offhanded interest. Aside his ‘overzealous’ facade he....is curious. She’s full of paradoxes and experiences inconceivable unto him--he has a lot to learn.

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Tell us your favorite quotes from your muse. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said then tag your friends!!

“Humans are such frail things, are they not?” 

“Poor girl, who doesn’t even know her own limitations... All you can do is go keep your little sister from being lonely.” 

“When man ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge he became ashamed of his nakedness and covered his nethers with fig leaves. From the time humanity first gained free will as human beings, it has been his fate to cover his body in the clothing called sin.” 

“I am the one who knows everything in this world. I am the leader of the Kiryuin Conglomerate, Rag—.”

"It would appear that I still have a bit of humanity left within me... I'll just have to rid myself of it!"

    Indulgence of this degree isn’t a notion substantial to his adherence--asking it ebbs an indistinct mellifluous song almost inaudible within his own ears; unknown, a foreign emotion fluttering behind his lungs. His breath hesitant at the disposition ‘afore lips pursed in consideration.

             A night like this chilling to the touch, and abysmal woodwork that blends into darkness foretells an encounter of melancholy. It suits his train of thought between the on pour spiking off the forest floor and heavy clouds settled up above. No fire could breathe in such an on slough of rain; so camping is a no-go. Heading to the nearest inn is the more doable choice. He picks up on small messages his snakes send him through slivering echolocation. If the embodiment held heat within it most likely held life as well. Did that mean another traveler? Or an unwarranted fight waiting to happen?

      ❝.  .  .❞

   It was a perplex ground to stand on as an esper, to have these powers but be ridiculed for being different so much so it would make one wish they never had these gifts. Some found it a chance to do good in the world while others wished to see it all burn for selfish gain. Everyone had their own stories and it was why they met on this battlefield, to fight over which side held the better idea, to see which side would come out on top; would humanity live or would they be exterminated like the low life rodents they were made out to be. It was why these two fought, pure embodiments of these ideals. While one wished there was hope for a better future the other only wished to see the world burn before their wish would finally be granted.    She had patience, the ability to wait to see what it is what her opponent would do, a chance to turn the tides should she be lucky but that is all this stalemate of a battle was for no matter how many times they fought, neither of them would kill the other one. It almost seemed like they were destined to fight till the end of time. Even if that were the case, there was no hatred felt towards the raven, only sympathy, a yearning to help even if she didn’t want it. It saddened her to see that this is what happens when a sire decides to raise their children full of hate... they are bound to carry those burdens instead of given the opportune chance to learn differently. What a sad life it was... 

    Night sticks twirled in her grip as she took the stance.