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((I’m not saying you should like this post if you want me to type you some random short starter but...

you should do that.))

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Maybe later.

i just realized i havent written out sheiks backstory yet

fuck me sideways

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ALL Y’ALL AWAKE AT A DIFFERENT TIME T’ME IT AIN’T FAIR.

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   Work? Ah, of course, he had almost forgotten that Sheik was an    assassin of sorts, and there is genuine interest about how much    blood the other had spilled in these few... weeks? months? he    had forgotten just how long it had been since they had spoken.

                                      He’s a bad friend.

   There is nerves coursing through his ethereal body, and while the    other doesn’t necessarily voice that Jay is a terrible friend (and    heaven forbid somebody saw him as a guardian), he can feel it    radiating in the air. Small talk was for ants.

           “Sheik... I gotta ask...”

   His voice seems to waver as his eyes divert to the floor- he won’t    lie that he feels bad.

           “Why are you still acquainted with me in any way? I never              stick around, I’m a terrible friend, I do nothing but tease and              make you mad... so, why?”

jay

   The boy cannot help but feel the tension within the air, and with faint    wonder as to its source, he steps just a little closer. It wasn’t unusual    for him to lead their conversations, and it certainly wasn’t unnatural    for the Sheikah male to become naturally awkward in their social    banter.

                     “If you fidget any more your ankles will surely                       pop off…”

   A smile, one of genuine nature smooths his lips outward, teeth baring    for a moment before the smile twists into a small and amused smirk.

                    “What kind of crazy adventures have you been up                       to as of late, old buddy?”

   He’s feeling rather playful today, if you somehow couldn’t tell.

       There is a brief HESITATION, Sheik fidgeting for a moment         with the frayed edges of his tabard. What manner of ADVEN-        TURES? Well, he would not go so far as to call them THAT,         though he has been rather BUSY for the past few months.      ❝ …The usual, ❞ he replies all the same. ❝ Work. Nothing…TOO        terribly interesting, I am afraid. ❞ 

       That, of course, could be misconstrued as a LIE. It was not         intended to be as such; it is simply what Sheik thinks to be         the truth. To him, his work is none too FASCINATING, to put        it lightly: it is simply what he must do in order to survive. 

       …However, most would find his little trips to the old temples        rather INTRIGUING. 

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   The boy cannot help but feel the tension within the air, and with faint    wonder as to its source, he steps just a little closer. It wasn’t unusual    for him to lead their conversations, and it certainly wasn’t unnatural    for the Sheikah male to become naturally awkward in their social    banter.

                     “If you fidget any more your ankles will surely                       pop off...”

   A smile, one of genuine nature smooths his lips outward, teeth baring    for a moment before the smile twists into a small and amused smirk.

                    “What kind of crazy adventures have you been up                       to as of late, old buddy?”

   He’s feeling rather playful today, if you somehow couldn’t tell.

jay

  Amusement twists the ghost’s features, a smile twitching his lips upward   as careful yet lightweight steps are taken towards his long lost… friend. 

         “I’ve missed you, Sheik.”

  Though, honestly, he feels a tad bad for not coming to find you sooner.

      A quiet HUM precedes soft-spoken words, a bandaged       hand tugging his cowl higher. ❝ –– –– ––I have missed       you as well, Jay. ❞ His voice is HESITANT, careful, al-       most lost amidst the rustle of cloth that accompanied        it. ❝ It is…GOOD to see you again. ❞ There is a certain       manner of AWKWARDNESS that hangs about slim        shoulders, leaving the Sheikah fidgeting, shifting his        weight from foot to foot. (What is he to do with him-       self? He is not entirely certain.) 

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@thisshouldntbehappening​

  This place seems deserted- so naturally the first thing the ghost wonders   is if he had been summoned somewhere where his client had, perhaps   died. It’s not the best of first thoughts, especially not upon closer inspection.   The second thing he notes about this place, is that there is a rather lanky   teenager.

  By himself, no less.

  He wasn’t much to look at, but his puppy face was definitely a bonus. The   teen was wielding some kind of pipe as a weapon, but in such a lonely   place, the weapon seemed almost useless.

  Jay simply watches the boy clamber forward- wondering with faint   fascination whether or not this was the person he was meant to help, and   of course, what form the other would see him take.

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 Though the one through the window appeared to have awoken, Jay was  still somewhat tentative to approach the fevered person inside. He has no  idea what kind of reasoning he had behind his cautious nature, he wasn’t  alive, therefore even if you were dangerous you wouldn’t be able to harm  him anyway.

 With a soft sigh his form melts through the cracks of the window, the darkness  much more suited for a being of his structure. He blends with the shadows  at first, patiently waiting... though you are facing the other way, and he is  all but an aparition, perhaps a noise would cause you to turn.

 His form vibrates through varying pitches before settling upon a more natural  and ambiguous noise, a soft groan-growl that could be from something as  small and hapless as a dying kitten to a creak in the floor board. He is aware  that there is no such real sound, but it can be rather interesting to play tricks  on the living’s ears.

 If he were truly summoned to you, you should hear him.

 He can only hope you turn around and perhaps see his form.

 Honestly, it’s horrible not knowing what the appropriate sounds you’re meant  to be making are.

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 There is something odd within the air, and it is not the smell of ashes, nor  the blood which splayed the walls like grotesque paint. There is something  more at play within the area he finds himself summoned to. Fire and smoke  plume over tall and greyed buildings.

 He is sure that if he could inhale that he would probably feel bile rise to the  back of his throat. For once he is relieved that he does not hold a pulse  within his chest.

 His eyes cast aside to view a small body, ashen skin and almost like the world  was trying to play tricks on him, a bright red hoodie- albiet dirtied and stained  with a varying degree of fluids, he is sure that the poor thing probably smells  as putrid as it looks. 

 Jay wonders with faint fascination just what you would picture his shape to be  once you awaken. 

 For now, he seats in silence.

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 There is something odd within the air, and it is not the smell of ashes, nor  the blood which splayed the walls like grotesque paint. There is something  more at play within the area he finds himself summoned to. Fire and smoke  plume over tall and greyed buildings.

 He is sure that if he could inhale that he would probably feel bile rise to the  back of his throat. For once he is relieved that he does not hold a pulse  within his chest.

 His eyes cast aside to view a small body, ashen skin and almost like the world  was trying to play tricks on him, a bright red hoodie- albiet dirtied and stained  with a varying degree of fluids, he is sure that the poor thing probably smells  as putrid as it looks. 

 Jay wonders with faint fascination just what you would picture his shape to be  once you awaken. 

 For now, he seats in silence.

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so i started a new book

*drags hands down face*

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because I want to die at noon              when the colours are hottest.

 Frida Kahlo, from What The Water Gave Me: Self-Portrait With Dog And Sun (via violentwavesofemotion)

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  Amusement twists the ghost’s features, a smile twitching his lips upward   as careful yet lightweight steps are taken towards his long lost... friend. 

         “I’ve missed you, Sheik.”

  Though, honestly, he feels a tad bad for not coming to find you sooner.

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      ❝ –– –– ––It has been a while, has it not? ❞