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hecared‌:

      ❝   well   –   it   could   be   argued   that   emotions   are   a   disease   in   some   circumstances,   i   suppose.   ❞

“Well—what do you think, then? Are emotions a disease to you?” 

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aodsertor‌:

          The conclusion which Lhiam was drawn towards was that this creature had come alone (——and more dreadfully so: was perhaps always alone). He tries not to look too pitying as he takes in the other’s words, but sympathy is something of which his kind had no real off-switch for. Even for those, it seems, that had no intended design of e’er communicating with other life (sentient or otherwise).   ❝You’re not a nuisance. Just… confused, I think, and learning. That part is very important. Sometimes people get frustrated when it takes someone else a very long time to learn. Not me.❞   He was used to having to guide toddlers away from busy sidewalks or shooing away the lizard which would’ve had one trying to climb out the window in order to reach the very unstable tree branches. There were very few things which drew Lhiam’s patience into a thin line and it didn’t seem likely that the other would be one of them.   ❝I can… help you learn, while I’m here?❞

Yes, Saar is indeed always alone! There has been one person to take Saar in & that one person is long dead. That little girl with the cute little pigtails that Saar came across one cold winter’s night. That was thousands upon thousands of years ago and on a different plane of existence entirely! On this place they call Earth it has nothing. “It believes its purpose is to collect souls—memories—that is all it knows. The void hungers for those things.” Saar blinks for a moment, uncertain as to if the offer is meant kindly. Cruel jokes are not unknown to the creature, but Lhiam seems the earnest sort. Slowly, very slowly, it nods. “Yes. . .it would like that, it thinks.” It even tries to smile, though it looks awkward and forced, it is trying. 

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From the rifts came the dread horse, a curious creature that often lures its prey back from whence it came. It finds mortals to be strange—enchanting creatures that it cannot get enough of. Whether it swallows your soul and memories whole or embraces you as an ally depends entirely on its whims. Some say it drags its victims to the void—others worship it as a god of death. It has never felt compelled to give the mortals a true answer. — @voidsouled​

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ᴅɪᴍɪᴛʀɪ ʀᴏᴡᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ…ᴘᴀsᴛʀʏ ᴄʜᴇꜰ ᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ’s ᴘᴀᴛɪssᴇʀɪᴇ. ʟᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴅᴏɴ ʙʟᴇᴜ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ. ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴄʏ ᴘᴀsᴛʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ.

❝ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀʀᴘᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ sᴏꜰᴛ ❞ — ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜᴇ

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aodsertor‌:

          ❝——yes, I’m worried.❞   Though he reconjures the flame with a brief wave of a hand, dispelling all concern / frustrations from off the forefront of his countenance. It can’t be faulted for it’s behavior.   ❝And you’re not a fake. You’re… you. Humans are interesting, but, it won’t do to try and replicate them exactly.❞   Surely individuality was something that it could comprehend?

“Oh?” Eyebrows raises & eyes widen! “It has never had someone worry for it before.” Saar pauses and stands to his full height. It won’t stick its hand in the fire again. At least not while Lhiam is still here. “It’s no good as is—no one wants it around. It’s a nuisance.” It should hurt to speak so poorly of itself, but it feels nothing. These things are just facts, aren’t they? 

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didier william, rara, 2017

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aodsertor‌:

          ❝You could start with, ah… not trying to harm yourself? Humans don’t… typically, try to do that. They tend to do stupid things, but they do it because they think they’re a lot more durable than they really are. They have very poor forethought.❞

“There is something about flames that’s comforting—it doesn’t know why.” & it won’t say whether or not it won’t try to hurt itself again! “Are you worried?” A long pause as it stares at the now unlit fire. “It does not feel pain, though. Not like mortals do. It feels like a fake.” 

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aodsertor‌:

          ❝Lhiam is what you may call me——a-and no, you can’t,❞   he says it all a bit quickly, so nearly tumbling o’er his words,   ❝not here, at the least. Can’t have people, ah, staring, and all that. They’re attention-grabbing,❞   he gestures uselessly with a hand, to the emptied space behind him in relation to these ‘extra limbs’ in question.   ❝I’ve always been told, anyway.❞   There’s then a pause, for brows furrow in slight and perplexion eases its way ‘pon complexion.   ❝You’ve never… met one of us before, have you?❞   Just what was the other?

“Lhiam.” Saar repeats the name, tests it out on its lips. A suitable name, it thinks. A beautiful name, too. “That’s fair. It wouldn’t expect you to be so open about it. When it shifts forms it draws attention too.” Though it has learned over the centuries to make that a private affair. “Never—it is excited! But it sounds like you have never met one like it either?” To which there is some disappointment in its tone. Surely angels would know what it is, right? Surely in their ever so vast existence they’ve met at least one other void walker? 

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aodsertor‌:

          A grimace——followed by the instinctive diminishing of the flame. Only then does the thought occur to him.   ❝You don’t burn, do you?❞

“No.” To which it looks truly in despair! “It wants to though. It wants to be more human.” 

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aodsertor‌:

          ❝——that’s a bad idea.❞

Sticks his hand in the fire anyways. 

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in my head i know these feelings can’t be right  ,  i feel i’m too weak  ,  these     feelings can’t be right . through your eyes i see someone that feels malformed .

           please sew shut my eyes so that i’ll see no more  !

indie  ,  highly selective  ,  fandomless oc with verses in naruto , bleach , one punch man  —  suffocated by waverly  .    psd  ,  song  ,  quote  .

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Hello! I know I’ve been a bit absent & I apologize for that. The past week or two I’ve been focusing on irl stuff & I’ll be spending the rest of December up in Georgia! Activity will be sporadic at best. I love you all ‘n I’m sorry for being so slow!

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Sure—I have this beautiful promo by @billowscomms but my tags are fucking broken so it won’t show up in the tags D:

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From the rifts came the dread horse, a curious creature that often lures its prey back from whence it came. It finds mortals to be strange—enchanting creatures that it cannot get enough of. Whether it swallows your soul and memories whole or embraces you as an ally depends entirely on its whims. Some say it drags its victims to the void—others worship it as a god of death. It has never felt compelled to give the mortals a true answer. — @voidsouled​

promo by @billowscomms​

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heincus‌:

     Marbh shrugs to the commentary, hands in their pockets. “It’s nothing I’m not used to, it’s only unnerving when they follow me home.” The bird can never really tell when people aim to harm them, they just know to stay on their toes out of habit and practice. “And sometimes, yes. I think so at least, I can never tell. I haven’t been …  around people in a long time.” Marbh raises an eyebrow to the other, tilting their head up in curiosity. “Why do you ask such questions?”

A home? Saar almost feels envious! Saar has never had a place to call home other than caves and places to store treasure. No, it has never had a true home with a roof and warm hearth. “It is lonely—” The answer is easy enough to admit. “Is that bad?” It’s easy enough to admit when it feels that emotion so strongly! 

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aodsertor‌:

          ❝Rude?——no, not at all.❞   Peculiar, on the other hand… Lhiam knew he’d ne’er come across one like this and he very much doubted that there would even be a blimp of text within home’s expansive libraries. Nay, ‘tis something (someone) awfully new standing before him.   ❝It’s… nice to meet you, Saar.❞   Lone eye narrows in contemplation ‘fore shoulders slacken.   ❝I guess I do feel that at times: like when I keep my… extra limbs in for too long.❞   Angels weren’t quite structured to confine their wings all the bloody time——but that was a vexing ventation for another day.

“Oh. Good.” At least it isn’t being rude! There is some relief felt, though Saar does not know that it is called relief. No, these are all new feelings for it. “What should it call you?” Desperate for a name—anything—to keep this creature here for a little while longer. Saar’s existence is a lonely one after all. “Extra limbs?” Saar’s head tilts, much like a puppy. “May it see?” Not here, of course. Somewhere else. Somewhere more private. 

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@monstruosus

It hears of a cruel creature that rules over an abandoned city—it hears the tales of humans—though the tales sound more like nightmares. It hears many things yet it wants to see for itself. A creature of the void, like itself, would be a welcome sight to see. Perhaps it is brave or perhaps it is very foolish to traverse a kingdom unknown to it! It cares very little for what anyone else thinks of it. It has spent thousands of years searching for other void walkers—what’re the chances that she will be the one? 

One in thousands? One in millions? 

Saar has been hopeless for centuries. What’s one more disappointment?

So it does what it has been taught to do from watching the humans. Politeness can go a long way when making a first impression, right? It knocks three times, a solid & steady rhythm. No need for there to be a rush. If Saar is to meet someone like it, then it plans on taking its time getting to know her.