electric girl

❝   I  know  what  waiting  is   -   but  you  are  stalling      ❞      she’s  partially  teasing,   but  still  eyes  flicker  toward  him,  curiosity  clear  in  her  wide  brown  eyes .   truly,  she  sometimes  wonders  if  she  will  ever  know  what  is  going  on  inside  his  too-clever  mind .   she  wonders  what  he  see’s,  when  he  looks  out  at  the  casino,  to  the  people  below  where  they  sit  on  the  balcony .     ❝   I  don’t  think  you  made  a  mistake .   he’s  here  somewhere,  gambling .   I  just  don’t  know  why  you  haven’t  gone  to  find  him  yet   ❞

░░░░░░ ☾ it would be a lie to say kevin isn’t dreading this year’s banquet, just like it would be a lie to say that last year’s one had gone perfectly. the way people look at them now, at him, not like they are the bottom of the barrel but something to be gossiped about, or glared at, or revered – he’s used to them all, but not for a situation in which the blinding light of truth is shining through the cracks. still. it’s still better than last year.

X. 4EVA ACCEPTING

X. 4EVA ACCEPTING

░░░░░░ ☾ it’s hardwired into her to object. ty-lee will play at happy-go-lucky until she drops dead, thank you very much. but when she looks at mai, the setting sun halo-ing her dark, dark hair, ty-lee finds herself dropping her gaze. “you might not.” she says, knowing it’s not true before she even says it. even azula wants better – this, ty-lee knows, because for every person who believes ty-lee to be an airhead incapable of rubbing two brain cells together, there is another hidden depth to her. ty-lee listens as much as she pretends she’s not. she knows the truth when she sees it.

she      is      red      .      red      =      the      𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛      rushing      through      your      mind      ,      𝘵𝘩𝘦      𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩      𝘪𝘯      𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳      𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴      ,      magma       –       lava       ,      that      foreign      liquid      that      keeps      you      alive      .      𝚋𝚞𝚝      𝚘𝚗      𝚝𝚑𝚎      𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛      𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎      𝚘𝚏      𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜      𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗      …      [      𝖞𝖔𝖚      ]      are      blue      .      blue      =      ice      glaciers      ,      𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛      𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝      𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜        ,      a      melancholy      object      ,      a      delicate      hydrangea      .      𝚒      𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎      𝚛𝚎𝚍      ;      i      am      a      woman      who      does      not      bleed      .      [      you      are      something      i      will      never      be      .      ]      millions      of      droplets      fall      from      a      limitless      sky      ,      wind      howling      in      a      low      pitch      and      the      trees      sway      in      a      freeform      dance      .      icy      cold      water      ,      perfect      spheres      ,        hit      her      umbrella      ,      sitting      briefly      𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦      𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨      𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺      𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴      𝘰𝘧      𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳      𝘰𝘸𝘯      .      the      aroma      of      rain      ,      sharp      &      fresh      ,      enters      her      nostrils      as      they      breathe      .      those      orbs      ──      red      ;      like      freshly      spilt      blood      .      𝚀.      𝙰𝚁𝙴      𝚈𝙾𝚄      ALONE      ?      𝙰.      𝚈𝙴𝚂      ;      𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴      𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺      𝙰𝚃      𝙼𝙴      .     ❝      you’re      shivering      .       ❞

@yagaymi​          ☾⇀.•&       ───      𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉   𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗.

░░░░░░ ☾ asuka glances at rei out of the corner of her eye, surprised; she hadn’t expected rei to notice anything about her, let alone comment on it. “i’m cold.” she says, defensive – because rei always makes her defensive and it’s rei’s fault, not her’s. if rei had just been kinder, hadn’t shut her down that first time they talked – no, asuka can’t always blame other people. she gives second chances, after all. maybe rei’s come to her senses.

it feels like just yesterday since he kissed her for the first time , just yesterday since he’d died in a graveyard and came back to a nightmare. he smiles at the reply, a sigh of relief silently passing through it. sitting up a little straighter, he wraps his arms around his knees, knocking his shoulder against hers. ❛ does that mean there are good things then ? do share. ❜ he should tell her to go , but he knows she would not listen nor would he expect her to. he had said the same thing to his mother when she demanded he leave. he couldn’t. no matter what this war had already cost him, no matter how much it had taken from him , he would not let it win. ❛  i just hope it’s still recognizable when this is all over. ❜ 

Well— that was easy. At least, it should be ( if only he wasn’t feeling what he was feeling ). Brows only dare to furrow again at her backside, and he waits a moment before following. After that, his footsteps are slow, careful not to get any closer. Maybe it’s a good thing. He stares at her hair and the unmeek way walks. She seems satisfied. He can’t think of anything to understand or say.

… But what did he do? The inevitable thought fills the gap. So do cicadas. It’s loud and stifling, a tired filler. Alone, his mind is spinning— “I wonder where Ayanami went today…” it forces him to mumble anything out loud.

░░░░░░ ☾ “who cares?” asuka’s tone is downright contemptuous; as it should be, after all rei’s put her through. how dare she be so unbelievably transparent ! not only does asuka want to be part of this world, she wants to change it. and yet rei has the nerve to look down on her for it ? ( the funny thing is that she doesn’t: rei doesn’t look down on anyone. it’s like she can’t quite care enough for disdain, and deep down asuka hates her even more for it. )

@yagaymi liked for a starter.

❛  i suppose you won’t be leaving britain anytime soon.  ❜ he thinks she should leave. hell , he thinks they should all leave , but what he thinks and how he feels are entirely different things. more certainly , his options are far more limited. the bottom line is he can’t leave. if they run , who else is left ? everyone is looking to harry , and cedric can’t imagine the amount of pressure that entails —which is saying something , considering who he is father is—and so defecting is not an option. ❛  and i guess you won’t reconsider it either.  ❜

His expression sours and he half heartily obeys, the usual apology trailing along with him. Once he realizes he’s suffering, it’s too late to argue. He doesn’t know why. Should his sync rate have been lower than hers yesterday? Then he wouldn’t have to go through this. Or maybe he’s completely wrong. Asuka is Asuka, and he doesn’t know what that means sometimes. ( ‘it bothers you? that’s because all you do is worry about what others think.’ misato can be cold but maybe she’s right ).

“…. Is this fine?” Five feet, she said. Stopping, Shinji glances at her from approximately that distance. He hopes she’ll look somewhere else soon.