independent,  selective,  heavily   and   headcanon  (  and  myths  inspiration  )  based  shionne  imeris  from  tales  of  arise.  written  by  lyn  (  gmt  +  1,  europe  ).

Reflected in the eyes of a crestfallen spirit are irises imbued with (genuine) concern, as plates of armor clink softly with the gentle shift in movement and posture ——— crossed arms, tilted head, a faint frown, and creased brows. “…I feel that you aren’t ——— and you shouldn’t say things like that about yourself, either. …If you need to get something off your chest, I’m here.” You can talk to me.

          azures  are  drowning  in  desolation.   for  she  is  exhaling  faintest  sigh  thru  nostrils  ;    he  couldn’t  understand.    empathy  beams  right  in  his  comportement  and  gratefulness  while  tempered  beneath  layers  of   careful  nonchalance,  actions  (  aid  support  !  )   spoke  louder  than  caustic  words.      indeed,  talking  the  swordman  was  here,  right  there,     until  the  end.

      “——can you point your gun away from my fez?!  No one,  and I mean it,  no one points a gun at my fez.” 

starter call. / @valkierose​

          rifle  veers  to  peculiar  hat  (  a  fez,  actually  ).     defensive  stance  remains  quite  composed  all  the  same. 

people  say  the  most  beautiful  flowers  are  covered  by  thorns.  to  not  let  anyone  pick  them  up.      a    beautiful  and   tragic  curse  bestowed  upon  pristine  beauty.