#w4rche1f

' . . . ' ksaver says. as such he says nothing.

in truth, he allowed himself to die earlier than necessary for the sole reason of perpetuating bad dreams & later horrors. he had never intended to be the type of man that became one of a kind. but now he has cemented himself as a ghost --- the kind of ghost that leaves the jaeger boy speaking to walls, speaking to the pieces of himself that had been hollowed out during childhood.

HGTFRDESDFTGYH HELLO???

he stood tall and muscular, wrapped in a coat that seemed as much a part of him as the skin beneath, watching the droplets of water cascading from the dense clouds above. they both reposed beneath the modest shelter of an old awning, its edges frayed by time, yet it offered a reliable reprieve from the unrelenting drizzle. the glow from a nearby lamppost caught the smoke from his cigarette, curling it into ephemeral shapes before it was carried away by the wind. he took a drag whilst silence remained [ ... ] albeit the comment made him chuckle softly, a sound that was more a vibration in his chest than an actual laugh. the corners of his tiers turned up slightly, the ghost of a smile jazzing across his lineaments.

&. rivals ( to lovers? ) sentence starters ❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜ /HIII ( @w4rche1f )

@warche1f || UNPROMPTED

birthdays are CHILDREN'S affairs; noisy, sticky, && indulgent. yelena is an ADULT WOMAN with a job* && she is not paid to suffer the cacophony of the small crowd singing their discordant celebratory hymn.

she is unperturbed when the other forgets the date ― he's only off by less than half of an orbital revolution this time. what matters is that he remembers what's important: birthdays come once every calendar year; gayness is a full-time commitment, far more deserving of recognition. yelena suffers back pain from carrying the weight of an entire community on her shoulders.

so she accepts the token with a fond smile, securing it to the arm of her chair. her employer is always so thoughtful. any reviews on yelp that suggest otherwise are clearly bots, trolls, && ‘ haters ’ who know nothing about the world.

in front of my cereal

if he were a gentle man, he might cite the classics as evidence that it could be a romantic thing to be swept away, to held hostage in a monkeë paw. if he were a sensitive man, he might turn preoccupied at the bloody hand that holds him & wonder at monstrosity — if it is fitting to be captured by one whose legacy reflects the stain of his own.

he is neither gentle nor sensitive. however, he is resourceful. so even if the beast ( jaeger ) makes an almost intriguing promise — i can take you away from all of this erwin —- erwin offers one of his own. 

‘ i suppose you could. if you threw me, as you are prone to do with stones, i imagine it would cast a highly effective message. of course, i won’t spoil the surprise & tell you whether the message be positive or negative. ‘  

by watching him through the corner of his eye, he hears ezekiel ( dina likes to call him ezekiel ) speak. the child is peripheral, because he exists in the future. he's something belongs to the future, to the world beyond the walls.

it is hard to see him. even as he loves him, loves the idea of him, will love him properly at a different age. even as he asks things like this : dad can i have 30 bucks for my pal the grown man in the alleyway.