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Pining

The characters are idiots that cant realize they love each other so its just them loving each other without knowing.

Tagged By: @technopathic-games (my first tag! thank you!!)

The Nocturne: The Rise

There is a darkness which has tormented you, and the genius lament burdens you, but fear not... you are the pull of the tide and the light of the moon on a winter path. You are the soft notes which increase in intensity till the pianist pours over the keys with such passion it can only bring tears to your eyes. You cannot do things halfway though you yearn for it, and you envy those blessed with blissful ignorance, but in the end you know you'd not have it any other way -- you are the rise they are afraid of till they cannot look away.

Your song: Nocturne in C Minor by Chopin

The Elegy: The Blooming of the Rose

You are the crescendo, a never-ending strength which arouses great power and love within. You feel immensely, intensely, and every surface you touch is laiden with love-- but beware, one must not cross you. Your ardor knows no bounds and your symphony echoes on. You bring tears to one's eyes when they look at you too long and you inflict hope within tragedy. You are the end-all-be-all, but you are not to be mistaken in fear-- people cannot help feeling everything at once when they meet you, for you are the cosmos which blinds the oblivious and gifts the shadows light.

Your song: Elegies of Thule No. 3 by Tonu Korvits

Tagged by: @bluescarfvivi

“.................” He remembers the kind of man he could be. He remembers intimately. The sick twisting in his stomach is as much his as it is the aftershocks of Splatter’s transformation.

Abandoned Cathedral

You have maybe recently felt what can be described as a metaphysical death –the death of an identity, or of a certain reality. A hollow fatigue. These ruins are brimming with the delicate sorrow of souls that haunt it. You may be waiting for a rebirth, but realize that the process always begins long before visible progress.

Edge Of The Tempest

Something burns within you, burning deeper than flesh and settling in your bones. It's a certain kind of quiet restlessness, the tense calm before the storm. Infinite amounts of energy is waiting to be used, but no outlet exists to ease the  pressure. Maybe you have suppressed your creative side for too long– whether consciously or unconsciously. The change that will come to you will be subtle and unexpected.

Tagged by: yetremains and @detectivekingsmen​!

Tagging: @talesofnovembria​ @monochrome-lewis @castleemporium​ and anyone who is up for it