#seiriel

𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉 -   melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .

𝙎𝙐𝙉 -     sunbleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .

𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈 -     chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark , brief flashes of violence , rambling quickly , the intensity of desire .

𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿 -   running towards instead of away , instinctive motivation , making an impact , knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .

𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙒 -     serene on the surface , cold blooded heart , love it or hate it attitude , good memories , heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve , not as scary as it seems .

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send a 💓 to feel my muse's heartbeat

@seiriel​ said: 💓 Maybe to ensure that she's still alive?

          THEY’D TAKEN A fall nastier than most. Tumbling through debris, heaps of scrap && unforgiving wasteland a merciless factor. Footing taken from them in the disheveling of dirt && rubble alike being the cause of their hurdling to the plateau below. && she’s yet to awaken from the sickening thud of cranium against greatly compacted earth below (years of trash in its entirety). However, she is still minimally conscious of what transpires around her. It’s a haze, a mist of murmurings && buzzings of passing bots with the duty of organizational intent of this domain. Her lungs yet stagger && breath doesn’t come easy; the wind’s been knocked from her, metal pipe’s blunt curvature having wedged against solar plexus && bid difficulty in a simple task. 

Touch Me With Tender Truth

you crave being known and held. you just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? consistent physical love and caring? i think so, i think you do. but i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? after all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. i hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. i hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

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 @seiriel​ said: Shows himself up knocking on his bedroom door at 12 AM with a lost baby cactuar craddled in his arms.

      Another restless night -- or most likely another night of him just now waking up after taking a small nap. King sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he mumbled something incoherent about still being tired.  Damn. Where did the time go? A knock catches his attention, slowly getting out of his bed, grabbing the knob to turn then opens the door up. He’s greeted by none other than Ace and-- ... a cactuar. His cactuar that he’s been playing the parent role of for quite some time.

       “Did he sneak out again? Sorry.” Crimson eyes glanced downward at the cacti in the younger blond’s arms, pondering if he should take him out of his hands or just leave him there. He’ll just leave him there. Stepping off to the side for Ace to come into his room before closing the door. “He probably went out of his way to tell you that I’ve been dozing off too long.  Did you feed him?” Leave it to Class Zero’s wildcard -- taking the reigns on making sure his cactuar’s needs are handled well if King couldn’t do it in that given time. He really should reward the other with a meal or two... or help him out more on his training regiment.  It would be fair to return the favor instead of having it one-sided. 

anonymous impressions

∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

♕  I’m impressed with your writing!

soft fluff || selectively accepting

─「レム」─  the female was trying to QUELL down her shaky hands recalling the moment just earlier when she felt like there were no other way out of there. somehow, she ADMIRED the male for always being so calm, so confident in leading the operation and seeing their mission to success. she didn’t like it ... the fact that she was scared before despite how she should’ve been more COMPOSED. the thought of being a BURDEN to everyone weighed down upon her, causing those sanguine hues to cast downwards almost in shame.

                “ do you ... ever feel scared, ace ? ” words broke the SILENCE on her part, it was a question that lingered on her mind for a while now, only then she had found the courage to utter it out. she wasn’t even sure if she should have done it, but there was no taking it back now. even after having said that, she still couldn’t find it in herself to meet his GAZE just yet. it wasn’t the first time he had saved her, after all.

                fingers clenched tight against one another as her hands interlocked above her chest, line of vision kept low --- out of shame, of guilt for once again having to rely on him instead of being able to be more USEFUL.

                “ ... i ... don’t even know what i’m scared of anymore. i just ... couldn’t stop shaking, and i couldn’t move. i shouldn’t be scared of death ... still ... ” lips thinned, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as her posture STIFFENED, recalling the moment earlier where she was frozen in place. “ --- i want to be stronger, to be more useful. i want to be able to protect others as well, like how you and others could. i just don’t know ... what i was scared of. ”

                leaving machina alone ? leaving everyone alone ? or ... being forgotten ?

                to be gone without a trace ... like other SOULS who perished before her. not even a trace of their memory left.

                “ i’m sorry. ” she shook her head, recomposing herself once more. what was she saying ? this was unlike her. she shouldn’t be plagued with such thoughts, with such fear. “ i’ll try harder. i don’t want to be holding you or anyone back. there’s no use thinking like this. ” she patted her own cheeks a little, bringing out a softer smile as she finally lifted her gaze to meet his.