#serapostle

[mamaterasu]

@serapostle​   offered  :   Slender hands reach out, fingers running through the soft white fur of her cheeks and grazing over her ears, then burying themselves in the thick fur of her neck. He leans in slowly, breathes out, and presses his forehead to hers. "Hello, mother. It's been a long time."

she remembered his face,  remember many faces,  but above all she remembered his.  after all that is what mother’s are wont to do,  what they must do,  they must remember all that has been and all that never will be,  for fortune favours the ancient and hallowed.  favours those who love with all their heart,  until their hearts sputter out into entropic wreaths.  she always recognised his eyes for the red of them glittered and basked,  appearing as blood printed upon untouched snow.  red is always thought to be such a violent colour,  but he knew only tender touches and the press of fingers against fur.  he knew love before he knew violence. 

❝  you are here.  ❞   mother is here too,  and she embraces him with a thousand arms and a thousand pale flames.  bringing her tail around to his sides she pulls him closer so she might reach over and brush his hair with the length of her snout.  she missed him dearly,  perhaps far greater than even he may realise.  missed him the way the sun misses those faint,  flickering stars beyond.  she counts them as they go out,  remembers their names,  cherishes what ghost lights they leave behind.  but he has returned,  and that is what matters,  what will always matter.   ❝  i hope you have dreamed pleasant dreams,  my child. ❞  

[thiirdboy]

Grabs @serapostle​ and chucks this at him

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

EVEN OVER THE COURSE of several days, the interest in the new transfer student has never seemed to die down...which presents a bit of a problem for Shinji.

Days have gone by in which he’s gotten to spend time with Kaworu; perhaps more than most of his classmates. After all — they’re both EVA pilots. It’s allowed Shinji to take note of the smallest things most others might not. The way he hums going into a sync test, as if he’s done this many times before. The way his hands are almost always tucked into his pockets. The noticeable difference in the way he addresses Shinji, and the way he addresses everyone else.

But one thing, perhaps small in comparison to everything else? Kaworu never has lunch.

Not a single day since his arrival has Shinji seen Kaworu bring food from home. Even when Kaworu leaves the classroom during lunch period, he never even comes back with so much as a school lunch to tide him over. It never seems to outwardly bother him, either. But it must, at least a little. School days are long, and they get even longer when they need to show up at NERV immediately after. So, well...

Shinji woke up earlier than usual that morning, prepared a little more food than he needed to, even between him and Asuka. Of course, Asuka pried when she saw the third bento box, which sent Shinji into a bit of a flurried panic. But he endured it. He was sparing with any details he gave her — somehow, it was a little embarrassing.

And now, well, he’s here, with the extra lunch in his hands, trying to figure out a way to insert it into the conversation naturally as Kaworu walks with him to the classroom.

❝ By the way, um, before I forget...! I kinda, um, prepared some extra food today while I was making lunch, and, uh...w-well, I just — I noticed you never really bring anything, so... ❞

[intcrpol]

❝  ʰᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ❞

@serapostle

[gehirne]

@serapostle​

His footsteps are a clock. A click of his heels, then another. Always even intervals. The smell is still there, too: sterile and the two-swipe scrub of alcohol swabs before a shot, isopropyl sharp and cold. He's seen Rei.

In the hallway, a woman stiffens at the sight of him and chokes on the word 'sir.' He doesn't know her name, doesn't know any of them --- they are there and he is here, always, faraway and unreachable. He says nothing and sees her shoulders droop with relief on the pane of a vending machine the moment he passes. Good.

Gendo steps inside an elevator. Bleary green, the numbers counting up, and the door hisses open. 

Outside, the Fifth Child. He knows. A perfect sync with Unit-02, its core unchanged, and sent by SEELE. A perpetual smile and cherry red eyes. Something prods at his brain --- the unknowable, the y in the equation, the when. This boy made contact with Rei.

Gendo walks out, unblinking, and the door slides shut.

[gentletwin]

"A heart’s a heavy burden."

Howl’s Moving Castle || @serapostle​ || Accepting

◣ ❀ ✿ ❀ ◥ ;

What started as a passing mention of the Third Child’s disposition has turned into an unexpected conversation between himself and the Fifth. Lucas hadn’t realized how intently he was watching the monitors as he waited for his turn in the test plug. How even with his eyes closed, deep in thought, Shinji Ikari’s expression belies more than just concentration on syncing with his own unit. How Lucas was taking all of this in, thinking — wishing? — until Kaworu brought him back to his senses. An unexpected way to break the ice, but effective nonetheless.

Burdens in his heart...Lucas supposes everyone has them. He has plenty of his own; he knows this much about himself. It’s just that at the pace at which life hastens on around him, they all seem to take a back seat to preventing Angels from destroying the city.

He imagines that Shinji feels the same.

❝ I’ve been wantin’ to talk to him, actually, ❞ Lucas says, half to Kaworu, and half to himself. ❝ I just haven’t really figured out how. He always looks like he’s got so much he’s thinkin’ about, I don’t even really know where t’ start. ❞

[2ndgirl]

@serapostle​

Dr. Akagi hadn’t minced words at all, Asuka knew exactly why the Fifth Child had arrived. After being continuously shown up by Shinji, of all people, her confidence in her own abilities had taken a serious blow. It wasn’t just the one off occurrence either, Ikari had been on a steady upwards path of improvement- Leaving her behind to choke on the dust of his wake. And even if the First didn’t show it, Asuka just knew that the pallid, crimson-eyed girl was laughing at her. Enjoying watching every moment of her struggle to maintain a synch ratio to enable even basic activation of her Unit... Even though she was nothing but a vapid, ass-kissing doll.

She may be a doll, but at least she can pilot her Eva.

Asuka’s fingernails left red crescents in the middle of her palms, arms tightening at her sides as she waited for Nagisa to leave the preparation rooms they used to change between their civilian clothes and plug suits. She’d overheard the technicians in the ladies restroom, clucking away like old hens about the Fifth’s miraculous abilities, that he could synch to Unit-02 without the core even being reformatted to his specifications. Her Unit- the one she’d trained specifically to command. If it weren’t weird, she’d almost consider Unit-02 like an extension of her own body, it was that jarring to imagine anyone else at the helm.

The Fifth was taller than she had expected, better-looking as well. If she didn’t absolutely hate his guts from the feathery spikes of his hair down to the tips of his toes, she might even have tried to play this differently- At least from a different angle than immediately suspicious and hostile.

“Hey, you!” she called out, striding over with her chest pushed out and her chin held at a high, haughty angle.

“I’m not sure what kind of tricks you pulled to get those readings but no one else can synch with Unit-02 as well as I can- I’m the pilot! So don’t get too comfortable and think that you can just walk in here and take that away from me!” 

She jabbed her index finger right against the middle of his sternum for good measure, stormy blue eyes piercing straight back through his gaze like daggers.

[primordialfell]

@serapostle​ replied:

good work dad!

     THE TREES BENT, THE SKY GROANED, and Eternatus took its knife and carved its truth into the skin of the world. This was its new decree:

             - THE OCEANS SHALL COOL, AND BURN THEIR LIFE NO MORE.              - THE AIR’S POISON SHALL LEECH INTO NOTHING.              - CHRYSANTHEMUM BLOOMS LIKE LOVE IN THE WATER.              - SHALL WE DANCE AMONG THE SALINE?

      THEN THE WORM TURNED TO THE SHORE, and watched as oil and plastic leeched into nothing. This was the custodian tenderness of the Worm Our God; it looked upon its work and saw that it was good. 

[drakrite]

🌻

i got into this one manga series called alice in the country of hearts only bc i stole some kid’s book about it and lied when i was little.

[martialsgod]

“Oh, please don’t mind that.” Xie Lian couldn’t look less inconspicuous. The most he could do was laugh awkwardly, a hand raising to rub at his neck as his silk band, Ruoye, wrapped itself firmly around his wrist once again. Although it usually wasn’t so much a concern if seen using Ruoye, it depended on who saw. He could use the excuse that he was indeed a Taoist, but there had been some instances where people saw through that. Though it was very telling that they weren’t exactly mortal either. Xie Lian had been trying to get down a sword dug into the stalk of a tree. “Ah. That wouldn’t be yours, would it?”

@serapostle​

[goodhunting]

@serapostle​ replied:

gently... hugs

“ OH ? Hello friend, thank you for that. ”

How quaint -- but he’d not complain, no, no. Instead, he would hug back, gentle and careful.

[controlsoul-blog]

fuck you

[mamaterasu]

He gently places a crown of vibrant flowers on her head.

it is no simple handful of flowers he brings her,  for with every armful of blossom delicately wrapped around another,  there were words teeming at the corners.  a language.  through sigh, smell and colour,  so many things could be told.   that was the rawness of it all  ;  the hidden beauty that so many either forget,  or never realise was there in the beginning.  her orchard hosted many a wild bloom.  some had many names,  while others had no name at all.  she nurtured them just as she nurtured the world as her very own garden,  the scent of life itself clung to them.  

from the very moment he fixes the crown atop her head,  those flowers flourish in hue.  as it they had been given another chance at a new-born life.  as if it had been the heart of spring once more.  between the thick layers of her fur they thrive,  the red ones matching the great swathes of the sun god’s markings.   ❝  do you see how they shine ?  ❞  her black eyes twinkle,  reflecting joy and gratitude.  ❝  they sing for you as well,  moon - child.  ❞  

[thiirdboy]

pokes his sides. repeatedly, experimentally... and then just straight up starts tickling him.

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

It starts out subtly; one little poke, one stifled giggle. But then Kaworu does it again. And again. And again. Each is more forceful than the last, and each forces out more and more laughter. By now, Shinji is looking Kaworu’s way, his eyes betraying just a glimmer of fear ( the playful sort, of course; the kind that arises when little more than harmless mischief is afoot ).

❝ Huh? What are you — haha — wait, stop it, stop it — !! ❞

And then Kaworu is merciless, going from poking and prodding to full-on tickling his sides. That’s when Shinji’s laughter becomes uncontrollable, mixed in with gasps for air and repeated calling of Kaworu’s name. He goes red in the face, and his eyes water the longer he’s at Kaworu’s mercy. The two of them eventually topple over, Shinji squirming underneath his unrelenting boyfriend.

❝ Stop it stop it stop it — !! Ka — Kaworu-kun! ❞

[intcrpol]

@serapostle​

It’s Reality In Love by Toshifumi Hinata that day, an album that Shirogane often finds himself coming back to. It’s more experimental than the usual fare he and Kaworu have delved into previously, interspersed with ambient and atmospheric pieces reminiscent of the film scores from around the 1980s and 1990s. There’s a certain nostalgia that he can’t quite separate from the music, sonorous strings and fluttering harps giving rise to images of a Tokyo surrounded by a deep blue sea filled with all manner of life. 

“Don’t think, just draw,” he reminds the boy, gently so. It’s a shame he can’t move their sessions to his office, but then again he almost appreciates the lack of visual stimulation in the room- In this way, the music can truly shine on it’s own. 

The Fifth Child. A Seed of Life in human form, host to the salvaged soul of Adam. It was difficult to see him as such when he was exposed to media that interested him, displaying an innate curiosity for accomplishments of Lilin culture such as art and music. And yet, there were also moments where Shirogane was sharply reminded that Kaworu simply shared the appearance of being human, that there was still an entity beyond his comprehension present in the image of a child.

After another five minutes, he motions for the boy to stop and looks over his work- Oil pastels this time due to the ease of use and ability to blend, layer, and mix without need of another medium. 

“What were you feeling when you made this one, here-” he inquires, gingerly plucking one of the papers from the small pile at the corner of the table. 

[test-type-archived]

Nothing and everything was tangible both at once.  It was hard to wrap one’s mind around it,   Yui found she retained that much humanity.  She recognised that much, and something else.  It was palpable all around her. LOVE. Warm and unconditional,  just like hers —— all for him.  

❛  TABRIS. ���    Nagisa Kaworu as a human,  ADAM as a god.  Yui wasn’t sure what name he’d prefer,  but she wasn’t sure it mattered either.   And with effort she projected this mortal form she’d abandoned so long ago so he could see it in her face;  the resemblance between her and the one he loved,  too.   Not to haunt him,  but to show she was like him as well —— both had turned their backs on SEELE for reasons akin.  In the void they existed,  she could be the closest thing the LILIN would call a friendly face.    /    @serapostle

[ayanxmi]

continued from. / @serapostle​

His fury, though far off, was comparable to an oncoming storm; destruction foretold, devastation foreseen, and ruin nigh at hand as thunder echoes, with waves racing towards the coast, and the air runs cold. With such a threat looming, she should be afraid...

It was, however, foretold—every ill omen of his seen, awaited even, well beforehand as she stood on that shoreline, not even batting an eye as his terrible wrath is reduced to little more than a protest before her. If this was the wrath of God, in all of His fury, then his menace fell beneath her heel as she remained unshaken, still standing midst the tempest as though it were just a breeze—amounting to nothing.

Nonetheless, to say she wasn’t as furious as he would be mistaken, as she felt a frenzied thing deep inside that shook the earth beneath, a cool interior melting away as the sky begun to blacken and wanted to erupt to the surface, waiting. The side stolen from her wanted nothing more than to lash out, like his, and melt away the Lilin, the flesh he took, and wore for his own selfish desire.

The difference however is in their desire.

The Fifth was a selfish being to his core: it was and always will be a matter of him, himself, and his interests; and the boy merely was something that fell on what he desired. He brings hope to the boy, Ikari, and his frail heart, but only to claim it with each & every time he passes on. A self-serving cycle, hurting to gain what was fleeting every time... that chance to be human like him.

It was only denial he brought. An excuse for both him & the boy to hurt, and feel alive... rather than actually be alive. It was a false happiness, escaping every time he finished this act.

Rei however, never once considered how it was she felt, only what she could do for him. It was in her nature, as a selfless soul, to help not only the boy—but the Fifth even, despite the fury she feels inside for what he is, what he’s said, and what he’s done to him. The girl knows she’s not innocent, not ignoring that she has, in turn, caused the boy considerable pain along the way, but she also knows that in the thousands of times she had died, the hundreds of ways she has died, and the many more she will perhaps die... she has given him the choice to truly be happy: to turn that glass heart into something sturdier than what either of them could provide by his own choice alone.

So contrary to him, Rei takes his poison and embraces him as he were the same.

❛ What are you going to do about it? ❜