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❛     𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 ,     𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?      ❜     or should she know ?     𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 ?     find understanding coiled in her very soul ?     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 .     they look at her with pity ,     sometimes horror .     as if i am something dirty ,     she knows .     fingers grab at her skirts while she sits ,      miserable ,     and waiting for something to become .     ❛      sorry .     it's been a few long weeks .     and i haven't been sleeping well .     my nightmares ,    you know ,    and my family's dreams come true .    ❜       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 .     unfeeling ,     and numb .

𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒.     it's pitiable,   almost,   how lackadaisical it is to be     ❪⠀𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵,   𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥,   𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘦,   𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥⠀❫     but a head turns in acknowledgment regardless of their thoughts.     it's almost easy to fit in without allegiances.     disgust for insomnia.     disgust for altissia.     disgust for tenebrae.     𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.     there is stardust on their skin when they move, deep amethyst gaze locking on to a single target and remaining unmoving.     their business,   unknown.     ❛  are you the escort?  ❜     but words are hollow to match an empty core.     they are bahamut,   his picture image,   his voice and song.     here     :     just to see the king and consider.     ❛  if not,   then i apologize.     i have an appointment.  ❜

“Can you run five miles carrying a cow over your head?”

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.     trained for,   born for,   raised for.     amethyst gaze settles heavily upon experience and a frown deepens with recognizance.     it's hardly worth noting                                        but something of importance at the same time     ;     dismayed occurrence oft appears.     𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙.     fingers clench,   unclench.     the weight of the world sits unfairly on slender shoulders.     an inward chant     ❪⠀𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳⠀❫     before stress inclines them to turn their nose away as if something unfair is in the air.     ❛  sorry,   but this seat is taken.     i'm merely watching it for someone.  ❜     it's a lie,   and it tastes like one.     they press their hands against their aching stomach.     fear of the unknown despite sensing the unknown provokes without warning.

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ,   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 .     stern ,   leveled ,   cautious .     𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 .     seems ,   oddly ,   to be the bearer of the new millennium as their shoulders seem downtrodden .     they are beautiful according to those who take note ,   but dangerously so ,   and it reflects in their voice as they cast their attention to something other than their blade .     ❛  should i be concerned of you ?  ❜     as if it's an option .     their gaze narrows   /   shifts darkly as if to cast light over a blight .     they seem still as a statue ,   movement a mirage .