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his aching body , at times bests his aching will , yet he fights . the struggle to keep himself afloat in this world of damnable darkness consumes him , sapping him of his life force and oft worsening his condition . he has seated himself upward from the blankets of tarja's infirmary , and he thinks he's regrettably made this place his second home . even his own brother knows well enough to find him here . and he does , seated at the edge of the bed alongside him , and as joshua adjusts his position into something more suitable , something less concerning , his chest tightens and his throat clenches , and tries to hold back the cough that fights in muscles spasms to erupt from his lips , he must give in from the pain .

crimson stains his lips and his palms , and he wipes his hands with a handkerchief , leaving his mouth bloodied as he's much too exhausted to give it much care .

' death can't have me . not yet . . . '

he'd uttered as a sort of reassurance that he will live through this . for now . yet , when his brother's arms fold around him with such haste , his eyes well quickly with tears . to hold and be held , to be cared for , loved , to feel as if he belongs in this world , to be grounded to the surface of existence as something more than a wandering ghost - it's overwhelming . he does not deserve this tenderness , and he cries silent tears , praying that his brother might not notice . he gently wraps his own arms around him and breathes something shaky .

❛ thank you , clive . ❜

it's all lies , he knows . he'll pretend for a little longer .

↷ ㅤ @opyre 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 :ㅤ" death can't have me . not yet . . . "

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" and it won't, brother. on that, you have my word as your shield. "

it's an instantaneous response. the syllables have scarcely left joshua's lips before clive speaks up. it was as though every atom in his body was filled with a desperate sort of confidence, one he practically willed into existence. he reaches out and pats at joshua's shoulder before gripping it tightly. the two brothers stare at one another for a moment, gazes searching one another's — years of unresolved emotions filling them both.

guilt. anger. sorrow. regret. pain. hurt.

wordlessly, clive moves his hand to the nape of joshua's neck and pulls him into a tight embrace. it was as though he were trying to make up for a lifetime of complex feelings and missed moments with a single hug. it's nearly bone-crushing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" you have my word. " he repeats, eyes screwed tight as he buries his face into joshua's hair. " death will not take you yet. "

it simply wouldn't.

sea - salt waves crash 'gainst hideaway's formation , and he sighs into the air , thick with humidity . the clouds are forging something dark , gray , and forboding ; a storm draws ever nearer . wrapping his fingers against the wooden fencing of clive's balcony , he speaks like he's talking to no one , but he knows his dearest friend stands just beside him , ❛ it's been some time since i've felt the rain on my skin . what say you , jill ? i may just stand here awhile . though , i understand if you'd rather see yourself beneath a ceiling . ❜ and he pauses before giving a half - hearted chuckle , ❛ pray , however , do not speak of this to my brother . ❜ he'd have his inferno of concern to deal with . he simply misses the grounding touch of nature , to reassure him that he is , indeed , alive . he'll be careful to ensure he does not get sick this time .

. . . @coldsnp .

     I SHOULD GO NOW QUIETLY .    for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬.  all my limbs can become trees.    🇦​🇱​🇱​ 🇲​🇾​ 🇨​🇭​🇮​🇱​🇩​🇷​🇪​🇳​ 🇨​🇦​🇳​​ 🇧​🇪​🇨​🇴​🇲​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​.                                                                                    what a mess i leave  . . .     ( 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 ) # 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐋   . . .  is an independent, highly selective roleplay blog dedicated to aerith gainsborough of final fantasy vii released in '97. ( + remake trilogy '20/'24 ) .  𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃.  cherished by mama ari !  (ㅅ´ ˘ `)  ♡  est. june '23. 

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS ?

ANGER.     jaw clenching,   hands balling into fists,   teeth grinding,   yelling,   going non verbal,   stuttering speech,   rushed speech,   slow concise speech,   rambling,   quiet,   arms crossing,   shaking head,   tearing up,   animated,   expressionless,   projects,   internalizes,   vents,   withdraws,   passive aggressive,   direct,   physical outbursts,  verbal outbursts.

JOY.        easy smiles,   fighting back grins,   suppressed laughter,   loud laughter,   giggles,   chuckling,   smirks,   whole body laughs,   covers mouth when laughing / giggling,   throws head back when laughing,   slaps leg,   touches people around them when laughing,   looks down when laughing,   looks for eye contact when laughing,   sparkling eyes,   bubbly happiness,   quiet subtle happiness,   obnoxious happiness,   wants to spread joy,   quietly savours joy.

SADNESS.   crying,   bottling it up,   seeks distractions,   wallows,   meditates,  trains and processes,   avoidance,   seeks out comfort,   withdraws,  talks it out,   internalizes it,    sad smiles,   depression naps,   uses alcohol,   uses drugs,   seeks out sources of joy,   fidgets with sentimental item,   sits in silence,   broods,   gets moody,  wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions,   nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME.         blushing,   looking away,   rubbing at back of head,   covering face,   laughing nervously,   laughs it off,   overthinks,   lets it go,   self deprecating humor,   deflects,   gets irritated,   smiles,   withdraws,   crossing arms over stomach,   crossing arms over chest,   hands in pockets,   shoulders sinking,  shrugs,   falling into silence until comfortable again,   talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT.         avoiding eye contact,   shoulders sinking low,   head hanging down,   crying,   chest aches,   lashes out,   internalizes,   apologizes,   deflects,   communicates,   withdraws,   grand gestures for forgiveness,   accepts fault easily,   punishes themselves,   martyrdom,   victim complex,   guilt complex,   healthy conscience,   internalizes even after forgiveness,   seeking redemption,   moves on easily,   denial,   lack of guilt / conscience,  sorry they got caught more than caused harm,  can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR / ANXIETY.     trembling,   crying,   sarcasm / sass to cope,   rambles,   goes silent,   gets angry,   fidgeting,   clenching jaw,   picking at nails,   chewing at lip,   pulling at clothes,   adjusting jewellery / clothing,   swallowing thickly,   eyes widening,   over-reacts,   under-reacts,   calm,   logical,   panic,   irrational,   overthinks,   carefully analyzes,   talks to themselves,   breathing exercises,   flight,   fight,   withdraw,   fawn.

** some of these are situational , so i have italicized a lot of them (they may seem contradictory) ! i could go more in depth on it but that's for another time :)

TAGGED BY : @dhnte ! ( thank u so much i love these things hehe )

TAGGING : @starshcwer / @keyschosen , @youmourn , @onegil , @wistrea , @adureus , @strfe , @telamn , @benydikta , @zhylia , @braskide ♡ no pressure at all to fill it out but i thought it'd be fun :)

a ghost to some , a fragment to others , yet always nonexistent in his entirety . how used to this elusive lifestyle he's grown ; living as an entity , a building that houses darkness and wrought decay . . . cursed , always , in his right . he has died once and despite his breaths , he always breathes the rot of it . he stands before his mother who planted the seed of blight before his memory can even grasp hold of it , and there is resentment in his heart , and there is anger that boils inside him with every word that flaunts from her loose tongue and there is love that is lost in some sea of rage , but it is there , and it is searching for connection . it is yearning to be seen , to be heard , to be loved in return . he is sick with it .

❛ mother . ❜ his voice is stern but his fingers are an earthquake . he battles with the younger version of himself , tied to the past , forever clinging to shadows of hope . accepting this version of her seemed easier when she existed as a sour thought , yet when she stands before him , whole , present , fighting with reality , he cannot help the swell of pity that rises from his chest to his throat . she speaks ill on his father , and while he was no perfect saint , he loved him . she speaks ill of his brother , and while he has caused him great suffering , he loves him . she speaks ill of his dearest friend , and while she is far more distant than his memory , he loves her . ❛ my aim is not to hurt him . nor you , i promise you . ❜

careful hands reach outward , as if begging her to take them and kneel for repentance , but instead , she stands in defense with a knife in her fingers and his heart sinks to his stomach . these false lights always die to raw truths . ❛ if we cannot speak , might i implore you to listen ? this once , i beg of you . please . ❜

. . . @blighteds .

a ghost. he's a ghost, surely.

joshua rosfield perished at phoenix gate, reduced to cinders by the fire and carnage of his own eikon. a sickly boy. a failure of a boy. she had done everything in her power to ensure he grew up strong and healthy. her familial line promised the power of the phoenix and just when she was finally successful in birthing a child capable of harnessing it, he turned out to be just as big of a failure as his pitiful brother. his cause of death wasn't confirmed, yet she knew — he was always too weak. too frail.

what pathetic excuse for a phoenix perished by flames of its own design?

yet here he stood, a grown man with a lithe frame, shaggy hair, and gentle eyes. the spitting image of her joshua, complete with hers and elwin's features.

BUT HOW ???

anabella rosfield holds herself defensively, a dagger held between her body and his: a safeguard. a buffer to allow her to scramble in her disbelief; her complete rejection of this man who was so clearly of her own flesh and blood.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" i-i only did what was necessary. " she hisses. " elwin was not fit to rule. HE WAS A FOOL. he made a mockery of the rosfield name. and you — " my darling boy. she can recall the amount of times she cooed such words at a frail, tiny thing. how hollow they'd always been. " you will not touch a hair on this boy's head, do you hear me? " arm is defensively outstretched to shield the beautiful boy behind her, with pale blond locks not unlike joshua's own — stop it. all you've worked for, all you've sacrificed for, stop it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" this cannot be. " she swallows. " you cannot be. the savage, perhaps. that branded dog, perhaps. but you — " anabella shakes her head and gnashes her teeth, grip on her knife tightening. " i refuse to believe it. "

MY ARTBOOK IS HEREREEE

there is so often a void in his chest , physically , metaphorically , steeled and unable to be filled ; only worsened by the passage of time . it's haunting and aching , a yearning abyss that eats at him until he is breathless . in this moment , with his closest companion pressed against him , her words muffled by feathery blonde , he feels complete . for a moment , he will relish in the reprieve from nothingness . he feels warm , despite the chill in the sunless air , alight only by the moon that watches them .

she assures him , ever politely , of her present wellness , and he nods . he'd not have her overextend herself for him . not now . not again . too many risks have been taken in accordance with his existence , and if he were to lose the only one who truly knows him as he is now , he'd be lost without a place to call home .

she is his home .

starting from those simple gestures of sharing each other's company , then books they've read , and stories of their experiences . she listened as he voiced his memories into the air that he might not forget them again , or rather , if he did , someone would know of his ventures . she holds his closeness in her hands , and it is a rarity , a crystal jewel that exists nowhere else . not in all of valisthea .

jote speaks of the fondness she'd heard of clive , and joshua smiles despite the slight sinking in his stomach . he wishes he could see him again . he wishes that he might know him for who he is now , just as jote , but such a dream is far off now . even if they were to reconnect , they'd know nothing of each other . the world has changed them .

he laughs slightly before he speaks , airing his uncertainty into the atmosphere that he might not have to deal with it any longer , ❛ i often was . it was rare that i would feel that happiness in our earlier years , but my memories of such untroubled days could set my soul at ease , albeit briefly . ❜ he places his hand atop her lap , and he wishes that he might hold her , but forgoes the thought as quickly as it came . he's undeserving . ❛ i used to wonder what it was they'd say about me as a child . what sort of tales were told of me , jote ? ❜ he offers a light - hearted jest , though it carries earnest undertones .

she did not dare to allow herself to believe that he thought spending time with her was a pleasure, but the mere thought had her heart thrumming faster against her ribcage. for once, jote wished for his ignorance, lest she need to find an excuse for her quickened pulse. he need not explain what memories he meant, but she listened anyways, selfishly relishing in the reminder that he looked upon those days as fondly as she did.

they had been but children then, & she would bring books & notes to his room far later than her guardians would allow. it was the only way she had felt a part of his recovery in those early days, before they had asked her to share her magic with him, & elation often came with the memories of evenings spent huddled together, sharing whispers between yawns & watching the shadows at the door for any who might intrude on their reprieve.

it was these moments, late & dark & quiet, where she felt as though she could temporarily cast away the expectation that came with the title undying. she did not turn away his closeness, & the warmth that came with was a balm on her soul. she knew, already, that she would rest easily at his side when the time came. but first, she wished to set aside his fears. “ you needn't worry, your grace. ” it was a soft reply, murmured into his hair. “ i will tell you if i am too tired to continue. ”

her head tilted, resting atop his own, & her eyes shut. like this–––– his warmth against her, the world around them ignored–––– she could pretend to still be young & foolish, that this would just be another sleepless night of learning more about one another.

“ i remember enjoying the tales of you & your brother the most. ” it had soothed a curiosity in her, soothed the ache of wondering of her own family. but, most of all, “ you always looked so happy when you told of your time together. ” her sudden laughter shook them both, but she found herself uncharacteristically unapologetic. “ & it showed a side of you i had been unprepared to see from the stories of the proper phoenix i'd been told as a child. ”

a gentle smile lights his lips as he helps lift her to a stand and presses his knees carefully to the cold ground . organizing the swift show of chaos , he begins placing books back in an orderly fashion that they might fit snugly in his arms .

❛ right . ❜ and his voice is soft , if not ridden with a hidden guilt . ❛ thank you , princess . i am in your debt .

❛ and , to answer your question simply , yes . ❜ his answer is to the point but it is soft in how it carries from his tongue . ❛ what are your hobbies , princess sarah ? ❜ elegance dances from his gestures as his eyes lift to meet with hers , fringe cascading to his brows .

He   flushed   with   embarrassment   solidifying   the   fact   that   it   truly   was   an   accident.    

   (not   that   she   had   thought   otherwise)       

once   he   was   standing,   Sarah   took   hold   of    the   blond's    outstretched   hand.           "Please,   there   isn't   a   need   to   apologize."            No   harm   done...   aside   from   some   dirt   stains   on   pure   white   dress   but   that   could   be   dealt   with   easily.     

Her   gaze   then   landed   curiously   upon   the   scattered   books.       The   titles   were   unfamiliar   to   her   but   they   still   looked   intriguing.           "I'll   help   you."    and   before   he   could   protest   she   plucked   one   of   the   books   up   off   the   ground.     

".......You   sure   have   a   lot   of   these.       Do   you   truly   intend   to   read   all   of   them?"

joshua rosfiel/d..... <3

( where flowers bloom, so does hope | @opyre )

he's picked a red and gold petaled flower from rosalith during his travels and pressed it in a journal , that it might not wilt 'fore it reaches jote's hands . and he sits aside her , stilling himself into a position of serenity in order to appear as collected as possible when presenting her with such a gift . he does not say what it is for , nor does he speak much on the feelings involved in the matter , instead , opting to open the page and break their silence with its art , " i thought of you when i picked it . " he smiles , delicately tracing the flattened stem , " it is called the treasure flower . they used to grow outside the castle . "

SHE HADN'T SPENT much time on the castle grounds as a child. much of her days had been spent in lessons. learning ceremony, history, & lineage. the undying served from the shadows, & she had been no different. perhaps that was why the first time she saw the castle gardens had stuck with her even now, so many years later. it had been late spring, with the flowers in full bloom, & only a stern reminder to behave herself had stopped her from giving in to the childish desire to pick a few of the colorful blossoms.

jote visited the castle a few, precious times after that. & each time she savored the view of the flowers as if a part of her had known that she would lose the sight forever. often the flowers would appear in her dreams of the only home she'd known before joshua's side. dreams of returning to a peaceful rosaria & watching the flowers bend & twist with the wind at her leisure.

but none of that was on her mind this day. it had become difficult enough to keep herself focused on her task once she'd realized what day was upon them, there was no room for wayward thoughts of a lost home. luckily there was much to do as she prepared for the next leg of their journey, with many opportunities to pull her back to the task at hand.

poultices, ingredients, replenished armor, & medicines. only once their traveling bags were near full did she give into temptation ( & joshua's insistence ) & allow herself a break. she sat comfortably in a small field. flowers, cool colored & healthy despite the blight that crept closer by the day, surrounded them. jote, always tuned into joshua, noticed him beginning to rummage through his pack despite her eyes on the horizon.

her head only turned when the journal entered her peripheral vision, & her eyes landed on it as a questioning sound left her lips. in return, her charge said nothing, simply opened the journal to a page that contained a sight she'd thought she'd only see after they had accomplished the impossible.

a treasure flower, he called it.

“ i remember. ” her guard had been dropped by the surprise, & she moved closer to him, sitting just at his side. her fingers brushed gently over the petals, taking in the details that had faded from her memories with time. “ i used to sit & watch them for hours when we visited the castle. after what happened at phoenix gate, i thought––––. ” but, that didn't matter now. she would not spoil such a kind gift with melancholy thoughts of the past.

“ i'd like to see them again, someday. when things are...better. ” when the blight was gone. when ultima was a distant memory. when the boy blessed with the blood of the phoenix could live a life without balancing the life & death of the world on his shoulders. she had to believe that such a day could come.

jote's head rose to look properly at joshua &, for the first time, noticed how close they had become. in a moment of selfishness, she did not move away.

“ thank you, your grace. i will cherish it. & it will serve as a wonderful reminder. ”

though it was no treasure flower, she found herself picking one of the pale blue flowers in reach. he regarded it for a long while in silence, smiling when she did finally speak anew.

“ a reminder, ” her voice was all but a whisper as she tucked the flower behind his ear. “ of the world we wish to create. ”

.... leans against him. ⸻ @carrythat .

the silence had found a home between them ; somewhere comfortable , existing in each other's presence . it breaks only when the seldom brush of a page folds over another , or when the ball point of his pen scratches ink over the paper of his notebook . cloud's company brings him peace , and he'd risk the chaos of coming home late for the tenderness of moments spent studying alongside him . he thinks quietly , smiling to himself , this is the reason he's alive . the reason he's lived through every trial of illness that threatens him with its mercilessness . he is so fond of the man who sits across from him , and he watches him from time to time when he is busied with his phone or otherwise lost in thoughts . while he fears his own company may prove excruciatingly boring , he savors the moment so greatly , he finds it hard to interrupt .

he scoots himself closer to cloud , shifting his books beside him and atop the sheets they sit , and finds comfort in a few more inches worth of closeness . the tip of his pen presses idly against his lower lip and it's cool to the touch . a brief flicker of his imagination ignites when he thinks about how cloud's lips might feel , but he puts the thought aside as his cheeks flush slightly . how embarrassing . if cloud could see his thoughts , he'd never live it down , he thinks .

and then , as if on cue , soft hair tickles his cheek as the warmth and weight of the other unfolds against his shoulder . he forgoes the books , the papers , the pen , wrapping one arm over his shoulder and pulling him closer . he invites him into his space and closes his eyes in welcome comfort . his fingers curl into his hair , and he twirls sections of it as he pulls his hand away , returning each time to gently touch him again , to wrap himself in him . his heartbeat quickens slightly , but he relishes in it . all is in its right place , save for the guilt the rests delicately against his chest .

❛ apologies if i've bored you . . . ❜ his voice , a gentle whisper ; you can hear the softness of his smile . he's broken the silence .

@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

these flames are body's aching burden , a weight that scorches and sears , but never lifts . it draws forth from the aether of his existence and saps him of what little strength he bears ; he feels like a shell of a man , a husk abandoned of its vitality . the whole picture of what just happened is something of an art piece , visually aflame and burning , yet severely taxing in its wake . this pain is all the same . the phoenix possesses him like he is a puppet and the bird draws the strings , transforming his mind into one wrought with the passion of existence between life and death . he sees through his eyes , but the experience is hardly his own .

his knees ache with the gravity that's pulled them to it , and he chokes a crimson fluid from his throat . how sickeningly familiar it is , this coppery taste atop his tongue . it makes him feel filthy , and he thinks he deserves it . for why , but a punishment , would he be inflicted with such a curse ? this is the gods' way of condemning him , unworthy to be a vessel .

sarastus joins him at his side , and he takes her hand so innocently within his own . it's grounding ; bringing him back to the present and steeling his mind to the travesties of this setting . she smiles , and he mirrors it , and it's as if he's looking at his own reflection in her lips . their faces remind each other that everything will be okay . together , they will emerge from this torment . to rise from these ashes .

❛ indeed , ❜ he breathes , ❛ this is hardly the place to carry a conversation , however needed as it may be . ❜ and he looks to all who stand in their midst , making eye contact with those who meet his gaze . ❛ let us find somewhere more suitable . ❜ he attempts to climb to his feet once more , and his strength fails him . pitiful , he thinks , that he cannot stand among the others . with a sigh , he apologizes once more , ❛ my apologies . were i able , i'd recommend we leave with utmost haste . ❜

he'd not ask for help , but were it offered , he'd find it hard to refuse .

IT IS NOT YOU, WHO INHABITS YOUR BODY : it is 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 that stole her body, as if she was a mere puppet. USING IT TO GET CLOSE TO THOSE SHE HOLDS DEAR, ready to extract all her anger. she can not let it happen, she can not. ━━━━ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍, please let them see through this act zenos has casted, please let her get there in time. this body is not her own, being within unfamiliar, strange ... BUT SHE WILL FIGHT, even when the advantage of her own body is stolen away. ( she still has her own soul. let it be enough. ) ━━━━ she sees them! &. she witnesses the fear about to shape into reality , until ... A FLASH OF THE BRIGHTEST OF FLAMES, it almost make her stop in her tracks. &. gazes lock between the two, even from a distance : 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, it is unlike anything else. ❝ joshua! ❞ she shouts, her voice still her own, desperate to reach him. she deduced what is happening, but questions can wait. his fire burns, &. it is something that not even zenos himself counted on encountering ... this game has been eventful, is all that echoes, &. as she is about to reach her own body, stolen ... 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊!

SHE INHABITS HER OWN BODY, : a gasp of air inhaled after the transportation. IT FELT AS IF HER SOUL HAD BEEN SOMETHING TO TOY WITH, TO TOSS AROUND! ... yet concern for herself lacked, all of her attention sought someone else. ❝ joshua ━━━━ ❞ she calls his name, honeyed tongue tasting desperation. she looks around, only finding relief when she finds him by her side. ❝ you're ... you're alright. ❞ it is all that is needed for a gentle, caring smile! ... there is no denying what they witnessed, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍. yet she does not shudder, seeing his body too is exhausted by used power, one that saved them all. ❝ thank you. ❞ THIS COMES FROM HER GOLDEN HEART. ❝ i assume this is something we should talk about, but not here ... come, let us find safer place. ❞

@tutelaris .

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"

@pscentral anniversary event: take two 2.0 ↳ JOSHUA ROSFIELD + tropes

“   what would it take for me to be like you ??   ” ⸻ @keyschosen .

a humble surprise makes its way to parted lips , and he hesitates a moment , taken aback by the sudden praise . it's not as if he were raised without praise , but he imagines not that anyone has ever dreamt of being like him . no one envied the sickly boy , plagued by expectation and inability live his life as he so wished . he'd oft thought that others might prefer clive's personality or station over his own ; forward , strong , resilient , a perfect soldier . it's grown to a point that it does not plague him the way it did as a child , yet with sora standing before him now , he cannot help his searching bewilderment .

he laughs , but only momentarily . it breathes from his lips and then plummets into nothingness . ❛ i cannot say that i've thought much on it . ❜ and a hand finds itself pressed gently atop the boy's shoulder , and he smiles gracefully . ❛ you will find your own way , sora . you will be as you are meant . ❜

the ocean that surrounds the hideaway crashes against the rocks that hold it .