12th Disciple

Kieren’s passive aggressive inner life amuses me far too much.

"I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath — A waste of breath the years behind. In balance with this life, this death. That’s what I’d have wanted."

"…I don’t want people to feel…empty." The words were quiet, almost inaudible, but there nonetheless. He gave a slight, uncertain shrug, looking down and away as his hands continued their shifting, restless motions, the ball of his thumb sweeping back and forth across the woven fabric of his jumper cuffs. He couldn’t feel the pattern raised in threads anymore, but the action was still soothing to him.

"I hate watching the life and light fade out of someone, knowing who they once were but never will be. It’s tragic and senseless."

"It is... It definitely is. If you keep that in mind, I'm fairly sure nothing bad is bound to happen. Accidents happen, which is tragic, but we should do all we can to prevent it."

how kieren walker looking at → simon monroe

"Incurable degenerative brain diseases." 

"Oh. That's interesting. Certainly is... What made you say that? Just curious..."

"I don’t know," he said eventually, giving a slight shrug and continuing to stare down at his pale hands, not looking up at Simon.

"You don't know?" he asked, keeping his eyes locked on the other, waiting for a better answer. Of course, he couldn't expect anyone to answer such a difficult question just like that, but he knew a smart man such as Oliver could come up with something better. "There is no right or wrong. Give it a shot."

           Please

because there’s what i believe… and then there’s you.