#☠️┆ ┆. verse UNDETERMINED ❜

[vxrmiin-blog]

┆Un après-midi à Paris.┆

          What can be measured in just one lifetime?

     Not much, he’s sure---there are days he recalls the familiar taste of something in his mouth, the feel of fond words on his tongue. Names that belong to no one appearing in his mind of their own accord and then vanishing again before he can divine them. It’s an odd feeling; like being stuck on a swing only going forward. His stomach lurches each time, and that, too, calls the ghostly memories back all the same.

He isn’t much for philosophy, doesn’t feel the need to waste time pondering what can only be speculated. But there is hardly any room for denial in his heart when he admits to himself (only to himself) that he believes in what those enlightened call reincarnation. Past lives, lifetimes long gone---it’s difficult to fathom and still he’s unable to completely abolish the very possibility that those speculations might be truth.

                ❛ ---Oh, shit. ❜

Perhaps not the most polite thing he could have said. ❛ Sorry---didn’t see you. ❜ Of course not; not while he’d been lost so deeply in his own thoughts. He’ll take time out of his day to properly scold himself later on.

❛ You okay? ❜

                                                  @howliism.

[vxrmiin-blog]

Places the wizard next to him.

     Backs away, hands raised.❛ Hey, guy. If you’re here to give me another piggyback ride, I’m afraid I’ll have to turn you down. ❜

[vxrmiin-blog]

He refused to listen to the younger's orders and instead hugged him tight. "Keep it down and I am not scared of you, trust me you will be fine."

          Trust him!

     He’s asking for too much, he’s saying too much---it’s too much. The youth has only a moment to wonder why he feels so overwhelmed, why his mind still stuck three minutes in the past and the first answer he receives is fear. He’s frightened. Nezumi curses it dead under his breath. He says,❛ Fuck that, ❜ before he can stop himself.

But he’s stopped fighting, only now he’s got no time left to wonder why.

It’s almost painful, relinquishing control. And there’s a voice, ever present, in the back of his mind swearing he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life. It says, you’ll die, loud enough to make him shiver.

❛ Where the hell are you taking me! ❜

[vxrmiin-blog]

Without any hesitation, the wizard knelt down and picked the small body in his arms and covered him with his long coat. "You'll thank me later but for now we should get out of here, I am being followed and you could be in extreme danger as well."

          And suddenly, he has no idea what’s going on.

     Though his mind is slowed by such brazen action, his body is already reacting. He’s kicking at nothing, hoping to hit something, raising his voice to yell,❛ OI!! The fuck are you doing! ❜ despite having gleaned such vital information. This man---but god, he’s brave, at least---is being followed.

Lovely.

He’s in danger, yes, and still he’s resisting. ❛ I’ll cut the both of you---Put. Me. Down. ❜

[vxrmiin-blog]

"It is too dangerous and cold for you to be here, you should seek some place to stay."

     He’ll die with these words in his mouth. He’s said them countless times, will say them many more---and they’ll likely be his downfall. He’s aware. But still, he says them.

❛ Yeah, thanks for the tip, guy. ❜ The youth is almost offended, being warned of danger and cold. They’re his fondest demons.❛ I think I’ll be fine. Next time, try giving your concern to someone who actually needs it. ❜

[vxrmiin-blog]

"Sorry, but I think you have me confused for someone else." - diverofhearts (cuz I mean- crowded places, whiteish hair? Easy mistake)

     Clearly. And he’s denying the pang of disappointment ringing in his chest with everything he has.  ❛ It’s the hair------Like I’m seeing fucking ghosts. ❜

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@kashiings || a ♥ for poetry.

          She is dead. So they have told him.

     Her body houses no soul; not any longer. It is empty and cold not unlike this life he’s gleaned. He is no king, just barely a man overcome by his own grief. And he drops as his heart drops---to his knees, hands at his chest, voice broken as the world around him has become. He says, ❛ She should have died hereafter; there would have been a time for such a word. ❜

❛ Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death... ❜

     It’s his punishment. Confident as he had been no god would see, oh, how wrong he’d been. Sorrow joins his brothers guilt and madness to torment this wretched man within an inch of his own life, but they do not kill him. No, he deserves much worse. So much worse.  

Stormy grey eyes lifted only just enough to catch sight of their audience. He says, to no one, ❛ Out, out, brief candle! ❜ 

❛ Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury---  ...Signifying nothing. ❜

                                        And he dares not beg for mercy.

[vxrmiin-blog]

HIDES HIS EVE WIG

     ❛ I’M GOING TO FIGHT YOU. ❜

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@ypokosmo-theos || reply.

"Oh goodness and here I thought I had been enlightened for centuries."

     ❛ Ain’t that just the darndest thing? ❜

[vxrmiin-blog]

( @ypokosmo-theos )

"Hm... What a rude question. I wonder if I find myself inclined to answer." Hades merely smiled as he tilted his head.

      ◿ ◿ ◿ ❛ Alright, don’t answer. Just be aware: You’re leaving this deduction up to my imagination. That’s a little dangerous. ❜