Monsta Plaza

Captain. 

I was half in love long before I met you. I took you from the mouths of strangers and dreamt you twice as golden as the gilded legends they told me.

These were the constants of my childhood: scraped knuckles, slapped wrists, dreams too big for my body. And the hero that lived in them. Shiganshina burned and so did I, and when I stepped off the boat a man, all I had left of youth was you and the memory of my mother’s smile.

The first thing I learnt from you was that legends have a way of going soft if you keep them long enough. You were hard and sharp, bitingly real in a way untainted by praise or slander. I didn’t know how I could learn to stand beside you without your edges cutting into me.

The first thing you learnt from me was that monsters don’t always howl and bite, melting away in steam and sunlight. Sometimes they linger behind your eyelids in the middle of the night and refuse to die until you’ve promised to bury them under your skin.

When I hold you against me, our broken pieces don’t align. We shattered in all the wrong places. Stay. Hold my hand and let me wear grooves into the jagged spaces between your fingers. Empty me of the myth of you I half-adored.

the true story of how Home Party came to be (more fake subz here)

Levi Ackerman in season 2 finale (episode 12)

ig: studylustre

Take it Away.

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