before my body is dry

genius my ass! all i see is fear.

✁ mun is 21+. ✁ ask/rp blog. ✁ 11+ years of rp experience. ✁ semi-selective. ✁ multi-para preferred; willing to match styles/post length.

[ so i’m probably gonna have to recant on my statement of staying on the klk rp boat ‘til  the whole thing sinks.

i don’t intend on being gone forever; but as i’m sure a bunch of you have noticed, i haven’t really posted anything new lately. my replies have been left on the wayside, and i’ve—quelle horreur!—started a queue.

now. i’ve been known to be extremely fickle in my tastes, so i very well could delete this message next week and pick up right where i left off with this blog. i love playing ryuko and i love writing against all of the amazing talent in this fandom, but i’ll be the first to admit that i’m feeling a little bit lost as to where i’m going in regards to this whole shebang. i’m grateful for the friends i’ve made and the amazing people i’ve met. my stay here has been overwhelmingly positive, and i’m really happy that almost 250 people like my strange little drawings and incoherent writing.

i don’t mean to be overdramatic, but  just in case i don’t find my way back here… i really want to thank whoever’s stuck around long enough to read this. thanks for making my time here awesome. thanks for being supportive of me, and for playing with me. you’re awesome, and you’ve made this place home.

Had was right. The girl was right on the mark. Ragyo looked down at her shoes, wondering whether this would be the path that she would still go through even if her sister was alive today.

"…I had a sister. She….passed away right after she was born. I don’t even know who came first, so I don’t know who’s older or who’s younger. We’re….twins, you see."

The memory of her sister was like a cross for her to bear; a cross that she willingly brought upon herself. If Ragyo had died instead of her sister, wouldn’t her parents be even happier? Wouldn’t they be proud of her instead of exercising extreme parental neglect and the occasional abuse?

"Sorry t'hear that," Ryuko offered lamely, not knowing what to say in response. She'd always been terrible at comforting people... well, at least she thought she would be. She'd never really been given the occasion to comfort anyone when it came to this sort of thing. Ryuko had no idea what the girl in front of her had been through, anyway, so her shallow consolation probably would have come across as nothing more than a number of platitudes either way.

"...Yeah. I feel you there," she continued softly, toeing some errant dirt off of her shoe. "Didn't think I needed 'em for a while there. But sometimes just bein' in your head with yourself gets to be way too much to handle."