DEAD BOY WALKING

heavenaire | ???

   “He’s Yoshio.” Gentle laughter pulls his lips into a smile as he continues to stand, but not before giving a quiet, “It’s fine,” sort of nod to his canine companion. The dog’s black ears stand on their ends for a moment, silently tense for the few moments that he’s sniffed over, wary of new company... up until those big, brown eyes catch sight of his master’s approval. Rump meets the concrete, tail swaying back and forth, back and forth.

   “You can pet him if you’d like. He won’t bite.” Now, he omits, but that’s beside the point. “What’s your dog’s name?”

   HEYOOOOO it me ur neighborhood angii here with an update since i havent been here in what, a week? anyway, i’m back in class, and while i have a much nicer schedule with plenty of free periods and stuff, i haven’t really been feeling tumblr that much recently. not y’all, totally me. as i’ve mentioned before, i’m a game design & studies student, which means recently a lot of my time has been devoted to... games, because i study them! big surprise. so i’ve been experimenting in the dissidia beta & i play xiv and there’s a million things goin on !! not to mention i’m an artist and in the prep stages of an online store and there’s all of that going on atop everything else so it’s been a lot of ?? when i get free time, i just don’t wanna do things that’ll give me anxiety... which includes tumblr.

   anyway, so that’s a long way to get to a point, but you can basically consider my school hiatus back. i’ll be here when i want to be, no pressure, and if you don’t like somebody who has spotty activity, you’re totally free to unfollow and there’s no hard feelings !

ethelucis | sorey.

   “Aha.” things slip sometimes, the weight of them enough to cut through frayed threads of a costume otherwise flawless. his smile twitches, the wry noise from moments ago echoing throughout his mind, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock against the uncomfortable, smothering silence that lingered in its shadows, concealing the beast from his memories repeating like a manta, “it’ll all work out in the end; when they all see the truth, they’ll understand!” That’s your own voice, you know? “I certainly hope they do.”

   he pauses, he takes a moment. black glove reaches to his paling face, dabbing at the cold sweat with the handkerchief from his blazer pocket gently as he works to breathe, works to relax, works to compose himself once again.

   “Crime takes no breaks, sadly,” he beams again, his dulled radiance hardly anything more than a dim glow these days, “And with the Phantom Thieves running about, I’ve been called in quite often to offer my perspective regarding their latest findings. Please, though, don’t worry about me. I’ve grown quite used to this line of work...”

tricktier | hibiki ikki.

   special, he hears, but its meaning rings hollow. not like that day on the ark, not like the calls that broke him from rage’s cruel bindings, that granted him peace and the only kindness he’d ever truly known. his eyes, however, betray the hope that glimmers, wide and childlike, attentive and questioning——asking if it was alright for him to accept that void of a word for himself without a sound. “... I’m sure others would be faster to say the opposite.”

   futaba sakura and haru okumura came to mind.

   “Wow~ ! Only us? You make it sound so enticing,” forced pleasantry oozes from his tone as he leans against the wooden bar, playing into his own little act with a bat of his eyes and that saccharine smile. his painted expression washes away in an instant, though, the melancholic truth beneath the mask left aimlessly staring into the ebony depths of his cup. familiar, haunting darkness. 

   “... I meant what I said, though. I want to help you all this time. It won’t make up for what I did to you—to your friends, to anybody—and you have every right not to trust me, but this much is something I can do.”

inflictsagony | fushimi saruhiko.

   “That’s an interesting perspective!” Faux smile, plastic face——it’s the only way to combat such a grim outlook when he’s still the ever-adored Detective Prince. But listen close, and one might hear, the little hints of irritation, the grinding of teeth, clenching of his jaw, that silent, unmistakable fire in his eye that refused to lay down and die without trying to claim better fortune in this or any other life!

   “I choose not to dwell on such thoughts. If I did, after all, I’d be no different than a dead boy walking, don’t you think?”

ethelucis | sorey.

   “It’s a bit of a handful, I can’t deny.” no point in that sort of thing anymore. even as he places his briefcase atop the desk, locks locked and homework neatly tucked inside, he can’t help but feel somewhat more at ease. transfer students had some sort of appeal to them——but foreigners were just as much pariahs as he once was, trapped on the other side of judging eyes and whispered comments (good or bad——who could say?).

   “But I’m doing quite well for myself, I think. Well, as well as someone in my position can do, of course.”

anyway otter’s list o’ blogs, ranked by my tendency to actually do things on them:

   GORO AKECHI / PERSONA V / MAIN / CANON DIVERGENT / ACTIVE 

   ACE / FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0 / ACTIVE

   DENKI KAMINARI / BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA / ... semi-active...?

   MIKLEO / TALES OF ZESTIRIA / who even knows what my plans are here.

aurorasmemes:

aoxre | copycat.

   “What are you talking about? Have more faith in yourself, Copycat-chan!” It’s a crack of genuine emotion through that patchwork visage, just a hint of kindness that slipped through the stitches masking the tragedy that lay beneath. They’re an oddball pair, translucent to each other if not because they were something similar, at least from his own perspective. It made staying near her loathsome at times, like standing before a mirror that only reflected the worst of himself back at him——but it kept him sane, it kept him human.

   “Don’t worry too much about it. Miso is probably the easiest, isn’t it? Are you sure you don’t want any help?” For the boy who went hours without food seemingly on purpose, only eating when it was necessary, his questions were little more than polite than considerate. “I don’t want it to be like I’m mooching off your kindness, after all.”

aoxre | copycat.

   “Not at all. I’m being completely serious!” Well, as serious as he could be about the technicalities of the meals occurring between other meals, anyway. But he can’t help it at this point; it’s habit to be pleasant rather than be honest. The mask had sank into the veneer, and to pull one part away from the other was to rip apart the skin, to paraphrase Berthiaume on the matter. Regardless, he adorns his smile like a thing of whimsy, uneasy as it may be, despite how much it pained his face.

   “I don’t think the prerequisites for those sorts of meals is any level of fanciful decor, you know? But nonetheless, why would I mind? Meals taste better when eaten with good company, correct?”