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[sunribs]

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @curmoritor   .          ❀  ˖  °     koemi   .

THE LAND IS COLD, violent, waiting in hand for death ; it comes easily & without fear. & humans are so bold, brave in the eyes of a blank face with no mouth, brave in the face of silence & blackness. this feeling she knows is intensely private, resigned yet desperate, aching yet numb. her people name her of cold snow, ice on the roofs of their homes. hope is dangerous in the hands of a people who believe hope could warm their hopes like a contained fire. koemi thinks of it CLUELESS ; a foolish man reaches for hope like fire, & there is no hope in this forever winter. blizzards eat hope like fire do woodland. ( ALL CONSUMING, ALL DEVOURING. ) & she is an apparition, quiet & unmeasured steps through the snow, eyes both scanning the land, sympathy heavy in her chest & watering her ice flowers. the luxury of pity, she cannot give it to her foolish people but they didn't need it. they find it as useless as she does.

[sunribs]

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @kudakenai   .          ❀  ˖  °     touma   .

the too-bright sun beams into the open window of the classroom ; the teacher drones on as if touma lives within a comic. disgruntled & tired, the writing on the board blends together while he wipes his eyes to try clarifying the words. his attention to the lesson is quickly leaving, the prodigal son YET AGAIN goes off with his mouth in his hands, with his eyes left somewhere to a place he thinks he may go. “ i thought he'd never let us go. does this shit on purpose. ”

[sunribs]

why was the warning bell rung? ( to yukari, from giyu or megumi! )

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @diaboelic .          ❀  ˖  °     vikings sentence starters   .

her day starts strangely. she could open her mouth & taste metal, coppery red alarm clocks flashing for seconds before she figures it has to be nothing. any time she feels her own skin, there must be violence. she had been aware of her own eyes that day, oddly aware of the tragedy her fair skin dressed like the stars hanging by the moon. they whisper & hide, stuttering along the tide while the ocean pulls them in without trying. to be tragic is to be baffled, & the role loses itself upon her hands, dilutes itself in watercolors ; reds never quite become reds & blues never shade into doubts of black. yes, this was quite the unusual day for her. conflicts wait on the waves pushed back from shore, the sea takes & waits on no one, water becomes life the way a fire becomes ash. things bury underneath.

just the way ice water crashes her underneath herself. yukari breaks out in a cold sweat, silkspun ache blossoms in the back of her neck, fresh from the nap she had just woke from. everyone colors in life, but silence calls out & holds her arms like she won't come back. & once again, she snaps from it, the breath underwater consuming her air. everyone becomes fragmented graphite.

there's no one, but that cannot be right. an angel's body is translucent yet there, & the wings open up like dripping maws. something stings her chest, something like fright. she sees nothing, but nothing feels quite like right. so she does what she knows she must, splits the illusion inside-out before splitting sideways. nothing. nothing. yet light comes, yet voice comes like the laughter of her brother. bleary & exhaustive, she focuses on the one person before her, orange unfurls & implodes within her stomach ; she stands like a child who knows this is not their mother. bewildered does she paint her features, her limbs are stiff & cold. ❛ what are you talking about ?? i've been asleep. ❜

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prepare to leave in the next few weeks, and tell no one that doesn’t need to know. ( for koemi, from utahime or nanami! )

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @diaboelic .          ❀  ˖  °     vikings sentence starters   .

the church gorges her like a perfect lamb, makes the miserable saint warm & tired. her bed much more akin to a lump of coal than the hay of her hope, she thinks of fire in the shape of an outreached hand. she reaches forwards & becomes swallowed by the rosy hue of reds when countless hands reach towards her. this is to say that she swallows their misfortune so they can swallow their own lives. when she thinks of home, she thinks of a black hole of faces, voices that are never quite distinguishable, angels who whisper in her ears to tell her to take their hand or they die in her arms. & death extinguishes her fear of those hands, relights a terrifying reality where lifeless bodies lean into her hands like a mother with a child. ( but she doesn't have children ; she doesn't want to touch them & doesn't want them to touch her. her childhood makes her think of everything that makes her stomach squeeze uncomfortably. ) BUT SHE'S REACHING FOR THEM : her fear is much closer to a child's cry, she feels like she's being erased in their mouths.

they speak so simply, & koemi feels small in the little doubt that encases her skin in a chill. she wants to take a step forward, her tongue is solid lead & her mouth won't open. eyes fade into the background of the void of white that opens in her gut. bile sits at the base of her stomach, holds her face carefully in the eyes before her, white monarchs flutter in her chest. her hands wring themselves like her delicate hands wring the spirit water from their hallow wells ; she fears that what leaves her cannot be as holy as the church begs it to be. she can only be human.

❛ what... what do you mean by that ?? who are you lot- where would i be going- ❜ blue ice in her arms, liquid metal weighs her into the ground where they stand.

[sunribs]

a  man  lives  or  dies  by  his  honor. / for a muse you see fitting ❤️

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @enjomo .          ❀  ˖  °     vikings sentence starters   .

family is an egregious thing filled with blood & doubt & all the mistakes you'll ever make. their hands stain with blood & you carry it through your life like the burden your father leaves with you. when your family backs you into a corner, you lie on the ground & wait for it to be over ; what kind of monster lashes out at their mother ??? ( what you did to them was MERCY. what you did for your family was something that will always haunt you & their memory stains your veins like their blood is in you. ) hachiro's back melts into the ground, the biting air of night telling him the atrocities that carries in her hands. he thinks of his mother again, but she leaves as quickly as the wind carries her blades away. stars dew themselves along the veins of the black skies ; he doesn't care to count them the way his friends do.

he doesn't think much of honor, something thought up by people who turn their face away from human nature. but sumiko takes turn of his mind, & his lips press into an undescribed line. she wears it on her arms like a tattoo, wears her honor like the only title she has. her honor holds her head above water, keeps the sting of her chained to him from consuming her ; honor keeps her from devouring him & everything holding them to the ground. so honor might be worth the weight that clings to his back like the way it clings to sumiko's ankles.

FLINCHES ??? hachiro considers that he must be tired if he's drawn to the words of a stranger ; he considers that he's gone much too long without speaking to his friends if he's thinking this hard about the hemorrhaging of the stars.

❛ isn't that a bit severe. ❜