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✦   @fleshunted​ said:  ❛ 👀 hehe ❜  //  send me a "👀"

“Mikasa Ackerman?”  As if there was anyone else who shared that given name, anyone with whom she might be confused.  Annie’s deadpan gaze sharpened into a glare, kind words pulled like teeth.  “Well, she’s pretty, isn’t she?  Anyone can see that.”  A double-edged sword that wouldn’t easily be dulled, not even by the scar that graced her cheekbone.  Being beautiful could reap benefits, but it also brought danger and attention.

“Tall…”  By which Annie meant taller than herself.  By which she meant she noticed how the ODM straps criss-crossed her athletic body, highlighting her form, hugging her thighs.  Slender, but strong.  “And she has nice hair, I suppose.”  Sleek and dark and gleaming.  Annie would never confess to imagining that those tresses must run through fingers like rivers of silk.  

“I think her eyes are her most striking feature though.  They ought to be cold, dark as they are, gloomy as Mikasa is, but they give her away sometimes.”  Those deep wells of sorrow and resolve were remarkably expressive.  Annie seemed to catch herself then, to realise that her demeanour had softened.  The scowl returned immediately and in force.  “If you tell her I said any of this, I’ll break your fucking jaw.”

[witcr]

nice hair.      /        @fleshunted​

𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍 ,   when he turns to it .   If it wasn’t for the absolute trust Geralt holds in his own hearing ,    he would’ve almost thought to have  imagined  that the girl blocking it off had even uttered a single word .    The surviving Ackermans ,   for all their strengths ,   didn’t hold much in  words  or expression ;    as far as he can tell .   The corner of his mouth rises at the fact that she did ,   though   —   and at what she felt so inclined to share .

               ❛     Nice cut ,    ❜     he tells her in turn .      ❛   Bet that gets in the way less ,    now .   ❜        It’s nearly a  gag  to him ,    how often he’s told to cut his own hair for  similar  reasons .    In a way it proves true .    No matter your strength ,   lacking weight fares simpler on the battlefield .    Yet  /  somehow ,   he's noticed   —   she always lets it shade her eyes .   They’re  dark  eyes .    Strands feasting over a deep shadow  /  aching night .   He'd place it as  tired ,   but he's seen the faces of  many  tired soldiers .   Hers is  worn .   Not breaking ,   but cracked   —   patched up by a fragile thing she's made strong  within  her .    He can tell from experience ,    not empathy .    It's not a  reflection  he sees ,   mirroring the upside of his blade .   It's a portrait in itself .   If there was a wolf there ,   it'd be biting itself    —   the pain raw  /  aching ,   above the feast .    Teeth / over flesh  .    A vile thing indeed ,   but nothing soothes craved relief like the illusion of pain  /   the disjoint satisfaction of it .    There's nothing else to do with it .   (  If it feels wrong ,   don't feel it  ) .    He wonders if the girl doesn’t feel it ,    or if she simply lives by its air /  lungs black with exposure .

    He’ll never ask .

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[austerulous-a]

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[austerulous-a]

✦   what poisonous flowering plant are you?

— oleander This is the poison of stagnation. You grow drowsy. Your heart rate slows, and when you do move you can't seem to stop shaking. It may seem to others that you're lazy, or reticent. Like you avoid hard work on purpose, like you always take the easy way out. But you know deep down that it wouldn't be like this if you weren't so tired, so deeply tired. If you weren't crushed under the weight of sorrow like a mile of water over your head. Nothing brings you peace, except rest and -- though you can hardly dare to ask -- having someone tend to you gently and sweetly. A good gardener speaks to their plants, sings to them, waters them, fertilizes their soil, prunes the dead parts, nurtures the new growth. You yearn to be cared for like that, even though you feel you don't deserve it. The secret is that you do. You always have. And someday, you'll learn that, and receive that care, and the exhaustion won't keep you from growing strong and lovely anymore. You were never the problem. These are simply poor growing conditions for you.

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