#sits back

sit here

look at how rpc is with female ocs sometimes

*  ―  CRANE WIVES SENTENCE STARTERS .  

it is easy to say that they are different and that they always will be. it is harder to think that they are the same, but this is a truth that exists.

few, if any, would ever know or recognize the things they share. things that run far deeper than appearances and paths taken. Morgan sees them. she sees them as easily as she does the differences and accepts them. after all, they were born for the same purpose, yet Morgan chose the path that was never meant for the hope of morning. Avalon succeeded where Tonelico had failed. where the younger was spring, the older was winter. she knows that which the other hardly speaks of but never points it out, never brings it up. the past is already gone. everything has already been said and done. there is no going back and there is no changing it. Morgan recognizes that she is what was never supposed to be. walking proof of what reaching the ends of the world could do. she had come back wrong, all wrong in the eyes of fate, but there was nothing it could say to bring back what had been lost in that journey.

both proof and a warning sign is what she was.

" It is not the night that you should be frightened of. It is what thrives in it. " and who better to know than her? her, the one who followed the shadow in the valley and decided: no more. " How long can you swallow the pain before it comes comes around again? It is not wrong to seek peace in the night but do not forget. You do not belong in it. It was never meant to be yours. " simple girl from the village or The Savior, the title mattered not. this was the truth.

" Do not follow the night, Avalon le Fae. The shadows hold no love for you, no kindness. They never will."

         the majority of the law enforcement knew better than to step a foot within a hundred meters of the tall, looming building in the middle of saffron city. on the outside, it seemed identical to the others, but the rumors ran rampant  –  of the suspicious activity, shady characters lurking nearby and those who had entered the building, never to emerge again.

         yet occasionally, someone was foolish enough to push their luck.

         a blank expression is given at the stranger being firmly held still by two men, the items found in her pockets laying on the desk in front of him. a single glance towards that ID proves the initial suspicions right.

          “  well, detective,  ”  there's half-interested amusement in his voice as he gestures for the men to release her before sending them out of the room. a brief silence follows.  “  can i do something for you?  ”  the seemingly friendly words are devoid of emotion.  “  seems you’ve taken a wrong turn.  ”