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❖ (  @vigilans​ / yuri . ) ⋮ HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! 

❝ close your eyes , YURI ━  and promise , no peeking until I say so ━ !  ❞

a hint of her child-like playfulness was set she greets him with her usual tackle of a hug ( an attack of affection ! ) it was something caught between an impassioned frenzy and overflowing yearn , their bodies spun and twirled - just a tad ; all at once , there were stars in her eyes ; stars drawn towards those gentle gaze that only he could provide ; something ( or someone ! ) so dazzling close in her grasp she would take him by the hand with no questions asked ! she spares a moment to reconsider : her hand remained held onto his , while the princess guides him up to his room - just a couple of steps reach , how easy it was to laugh away misstep on their short travel , more so , on her part than of his ‘ .

❝ alright , you can open your eyes now! ❞ her colorful exclaim never ends with the fling of his door , greeting them both to a colorful display : boxes and boxes of presents ! one stacked above the other !? ❝ it’s incredible how time flies by so fast ; before we know it it has already been a year . CONGRATULATIONS on your big day ! ❞ a greeting , an acknowledgement of his birthday : no , that wasn’t enough . she came prepared with a gift for him . a memento of their bond , their journey , their happiness , and more !! for someone so special in her life , like YURI ; he doesn’t deserve to not only have one , but two , or better ,  three ! no, four ! five ! she had already lost count due to the moment ! ❝ there is this pendant that i thought you might like , and a scarf to keep you warm when it gets cold , i had also written an archive of our travels with BRAVE VESPERIA and i tried to bake a   ━ OH ! ❞

❝ ━ heh.heh. your hair’s getting longer . here . hold still . ❞ it all starts with an off handed comment : a reminder for all that has transpired within the past while since they had first met , the princess could not help tittering gently from the memory they had shared . from the bunch , she plucks a long red ribbon from the present’s bows , that carefully - yet so brazen , in terms of her manner - all that she does is gentle , from brushing through his hair to prepare it .

❝ . . . what i meant to say , overall is : thank you . ❞ she starts , her tone soft , honest as she stands close behind him . ❝ you would most likely have heard this multiple times by now , but thank you for all you have done - for being YURI . ❞ 

❝ thank you for being here . thank you for being born . i’m so glad that i have met someone so wonderful though and through . ❞ she could go on even more and it might sound silly , she admits , how one could simply make her smile , lifting her spirits just by being next to her , before she remembers how four corners of her sky , her own little world and herself grew to wonders ever since meeting him .  thank you .

she hums the sweet celebratory tune KAROL and PATTY taught her while gently twisting and weaving his hair through her fingers , and at last , she ties the ends of the low ponytail with a red knot . once again to face him , she leans to brush the wisping strands of pure light , the strands from before his eyes , features drawn  ❝ there ! now , your hair won’t get in your way . heh.heh. it suits you . ❞ she lingered there for a moment , unmoving , unbreathing  ━  a soft kiss left on his cheek , in the wake of her touch . ❝ may you always be happy and have more birthdays to come . don’t forget to create even more wonderful memories with everyone . ❞

❝ HAPPY BIRTHDAY , YURI . ❞ she beams , her fingers catch his palm ; they thread with his’ squeezing just so  ❝ let’s find everyone ━  i’m certain they are all searching for the man of the hour and eager to give their wishes for you too . ❞

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WHAT KIND OF CATHARSIS DO YOU NEED?

A LONG HUG .

you are not alone . sometimes life and all its troubles can be so isolating , but there is comradery in that , too . slow down , catch your breath . reach a hand out when you need one . offer yours in turn . feel the warmth of those around you like a home , and know that the world is full of good people , too .

tagged by ⋮ ⋮ @vigilans​​  //  THANK YOUUUUUU , snickerdoodle  ♡ 

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Demolition (2015) dir. Jean-Marc Vallée

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The Nutcracker (Op. 71) Ouverture The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra 1992 Conducted by Vladimir Ashkenazy

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code: realize ~guardian of rebirth~ 

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in my defense, i was left unattended

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄?

S E A .

you're drowning . a sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything . you just can't handle it all , you need to escape, but you can't . even talking to someone and being told it's okay , compliments , nice things people say , it all adds up to drown you further . 

guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough .

will you sink or swim ?

tagged by ⋮ ⋮ @verursachen​​​ // aaaaaaa !! thank youuuu ~  ♡

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seduce me with your book collection

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❖ ( vigilans​​ . )  ⋮ yuri .

he wasn’t above needing alone time. if anything, the company of being alone was something he’d experienced long in his short life, nearly reaching the dawn of a new year in the number twenty-two. he didn’t think things would turn out like this , a rag-tag pack to ‘babysit’ and you’re the only wolf; a comedy huh?

( you care about them, in all things that’s your problem. you always, always give a damn. and.. they care about you and that’s the puzzle isn’t it? because you are so used to cold indifference and killing eyes from corrupt, cruel castles and spires above so what do you when there is no fury and no fist to your face from those sitting lofty from their noble windows? ) 

“ repede ? “ his senses were ever improving as a warrior and a survivor in a world not inherently kind; and when you lived in the literal gutter for twenty one years…you had a knack for knowing when to watch your back for the knife or the knight’s blade or foot. hell, even a fist. but he doesn’t tell who he suspects is there. she still is adjusting her world views, and it isn’t his job to coddle her in what direction they go, it would be wrong.

the stars and moon always comforted him. even as he queried who he suspected was coming thanks to his partner, and the way her steps sounded. the man couldn’t help but find his eyes drifting once more to the fullness of the moon; near blinding in its brightness that was the only light that darkness gave way to. always accompanied by stars and their guideposts that trails of moonlight set as as their paths. always together. always constant in a world full of evil and injustice.

maybe it was good she was up here. if he thought about it more he’d just start becoming a philosopher; albeit not the most educated. the real one was coming up the roof of the inn; familiar bright eyes and that earnest smile. not that…academia was in his line of interests.

“ figured it was you, estelle. “ he leaves the ‘how’ unknown, but yuri for his casual voice doesn’t seem to be disappointed; calm as his voice always is, unfettered despite whatever he may bear or feel in the silence of his ever present half-smirk.  ( it baffles him how he never really is. he’d think her kind would make his hackles raise; fangs bared to protect the downtrodden and overlooked, the innocent, snap in defense. but she isn’t like that and his pride and inability to articulate in words won’t admit to her that she taught him that herself. ) 

“ some view, huh ? if there’s one thing constant in life it’s the night. lights up all the spots. …it’s not bad. wonder how many travelers got out of sticky spots ‘cause of all those stars and the moon. “ repede moves to his right and seats himself with a bark of approval. the left side is…empty, almost expectant for her.  he doesn’t mind her filling it. knowing their stubborn ‘tomboy princess’ she’d a mind to sit with him regardless. lately it felt they were often side by side. strange thing, huh?

a beat.

“ i guess we got a slot empty, eh repede?” another woof. there’s a long pause; and while he likes to think he can never fully figure someone out, he notices she too finds comfort in the night. for an easily transparent nature? he knew plenty unspoken lay in that girl’s head. 

a beat. baritone soft:

                                     “ can’t sleep ? “ 

━ ❖ ━

she had slipped out of bed many times before , even now with her companions had been in a deep , peaceful slumber : it has been a habit from those days since she small as far as the princess could recall .

the night had always been special  ━ a haven ! ━ as childish it may be , it’s the time where her little friends came by to her company ; though sleepless nights and lonesome days . the evening sky offered comfort with the performance of stardust to grace in her eyes , while the small glimmer of lights ━ despite being beyond a window , they still remain to be far from her reach ━ begged her to weave a trail for her newly found world , color her skies with her freedom ━ !! with a mind filled with dreams and wonder of what is more to be found , ESTELLE remains restless .

as gentle and graceful as her footfall was , she remain careful to walk the uneven path , foreign to her capabilities : never in her life the princess would she picture herself climbing up and have an evening stroll in an inn’s rooftop . how appropriate that she had searched and to have instantly found him here of all places , as he and his companion sit upon the asphalt shingles ; the full-bellied moon blessed his head to a silvery halo , his eyes remained gentle with a decor of stars , as though his edges have been blurred .  .  .  he’s so comforting , so wonderful , and calm ━ YURI is similar to the evening skies , itself !! would that be strange thing say ?

❝ thank you , YURI  ━  heh.heh. and of course , you , as well , REPEDE . ❞ she settled herself with the welcome , rather comfortably next to him , knees bent and tucked under the fabrics of her skirt, together , they sat side by side , and all  feels just right , as they did countless of moments they had done when they started this journey ━ ( and oh , how far they had come starting from strangers ! ) ━ they were simply just : ESTELLE and YURI ━  if only for a spell . 

❝ it truly is  ━  so beautiful .  .  .  it’s no wonder the both of you are here .  ❞ her eyes followed his and gasps upon the view ,  it is unimaginable how her sky was once only four corners , till he and everyone else came along to broaden her little world .  ❝ it almost feels like a dream seeing this right now . L O O K  ━ !! even the city below became : a sea of stars .  ❞ a quiet sight passes through , and she wonders, for a moment, whether she is now over-thinking the matter – case in point, her amusement returns once more as she continues : 

❝ it really is incredible thinking of the wonders the night sky could do  ━  i have read memoirs how a prince followed a trail of stars that led him back to his kingdom , even tales how catching the sight of fallen star could grant your wish , and it’s also quite possible to tell when the next day based on the location of a certain constellation and i’m ━    .  .  .  ❞ she catches herself, that hopeless smile remains her face . whoops . was i getting ahead of myself again ?

❝ i’m just  ━   waiting .  ❞ there was a short shake of the head as a response in his query , her eyes met his’ momentarily , hiding some mischievous twinkle behind them .  it was small , yet meaningful request from HANKS , himself , as his guardian , as his father . how could she not be overjoyed to be a part of important celebration as this ? all is prepared from everyone : gifts , stories , wishes , and sweets !! if she might be permitted to be selfish just for a single night , being the very first to greet someone so special as him would be invaluable . a gaze peeked back to the skies , searching for a particular set of stars  ━   ah , just a little bit more time . good . that’s good . she sets herself , her gloved fingers fumbling with the small velveted pouch hidden by her side .

a smile greets him again , eyes bright with a small tilt of her head . ❝ ━  and you ?  ❞

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❖ ( vigilans​​ . )  ⋮ mr. sussy hottie .​

‘ …… ‘ sussy hottie ‘ ? ‘okay who taught her that one? was it raven? the old man probably did. actually let’s just blame it on the old man. he has some debts to pay. he won’t admit he’d rather him be alive than eternally in ‘debt’ to the guild. not his style, right?  cue him lifting his violet brow into his hairline. 

“ something you want to talk about estelle? oh yeah i remember some poor guy just trying to get out just for helping his people almost getting his head whacked off by some weird girl with a giant vase. damn, the poor guy. i bet he could have….” dramatic pause. “gotten a concussion.”

“ you know anything about that? “

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❝ t, that's  ━ why would you ━  WEIRD ?! ━ i, i’m not ━ it’s because ━ e r m .  .  .    ❞

their journey has been long , for all that was transpired within the past while , despite the rush of adrenaline throughout the moment : YURI made it clear , he remembers it, still !!

the princess cannot help , but to fluster over the the memory ; mainly from him providing the details of it all !! as through she could respond without first her eyes wondering astray from his own or stumble over her words , whatever mischievous tease had she planned ━  ( more so , RAVEN ’s persuasion ) ━ over as silly of a nickname where now in absence .

━ alright ! if this is the sort of game he wishes to play :

❝ well, maybe i do ; maybe i don’t : but you are sure making it sound as though it is unreasonable for m .  .  .   ━  this w, WEIRD GIRL to behave such a way !  ❞ she clears her throat , a huff followed . ESTELLISE is a noble of fine manners , and conducts herself as such  ━  ( within every breath , if possible ! )   ━  she kept that shameful pout hidden behind a delicate hand .  ❝ THEN , would you care to enlighten me : what would be a better option , if you have taken her role instead ?  ❞

❝ seeing some SUSSY HOT ━ forgive me ,  some POOR GUY who is obviously never from the castle , some POOR GUY you have never met strolling around your home and taking down knights left and right ? for never knowing of his reasons , wouldn’t you be guarded over this POOR GUY , as well ? ❞

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“eleutheromania”

— (noun) An obsolete word, eleutheromania is defined as an intense and irresistible desire for freedom. (via wordsnquotes)

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Here it is guys. 

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Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins