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    His anger does not settle just yet. He waits for something, anything to come out of the small, delicate figure. One, two, three seconds in- and he’s already growing impatient! She had retorted to nothing but the deafening silence, which spoke much louder than any word she could have said. “Well? Say something!” The gem demands, his voice still reeking of hostility. Was she mocking him- pitying him, perhaps? No, it wasn’t her, but rather him.

    He holds no realization of the weight in his words, how they affect the unyielding soldier who  does not let her heartbreak slip through. Rather, she remains silent – not even a glance was spared, as she crosses her slender arms. Now she stands as a porcelain doll, obedient to the violent rush of emotions that had put her into place.

   It was if they had only just met, with nothing exchanged between the two- causing Black star’s expression to break. Only then did he realize the cruelty of his words, the guilt that sunk in being excruciatingly painful. “… Dio, I...” There was a pause. Even he was not sure on what to make of himself, as he glances away for only a brief moment.

  “… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean– I was just…” No excuses, you know better than this. Looking back to her with a softened expression, there comes a sigh. “I had let my frustration get the best of me again- for that, I apologize.”

               you knew better than to speak your mind ! you knew better than to become so comfy in this position. you  HAD  to test the boundaries  .  .  . 

so you wont speak your mind now. you had tried to tread the line of the rebels, basking in their  free will. you should thank him for reminding you of where you belong ! you don’t want to become  defective  do you ? the thought alone brought you further into your shell  ---   AFRAID .  to be a defective  .  .  .   while it was lined in your destiny, it’s your  FEAR.    shattering   .  .  .   hasn’t that been what you were always avoiding ?

so when his apologies hit your ears, you know better than to let your guard down. his reminder to you will stick with you, keep you on guard. all you give is a small dip of your head. after, your strides bring you to the console of the ship, slender digits bringing forth documents.

                 ‘        we should go back to the kindergardens of this planet.       ‘     you gently remind him of his duties. your duties. you were  never  meant to be a friend to him. 

your hands are once more neatly in front of your skirt, waiting for him to sit & pilot the ship        ---        as it always was supposed to be.

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       you do not think of your actions as  aggravating, especially to the taller gem you had become accustomed to. yet you let the warning signs pass without notice       ---       careless, really.  

when callous, cruel, words leave his frame, accusing you of crimes you haven't admitted to, you’re left silenced. you merely stare up at his frame, as you process his anger. you figure you’ve done wrong, & so those walls that had been torn down are rebuilt in an bat of an eye. you stay silent.

you do the  one thing  you know you do  well  .

you give a salute, as uncomfortable as it is, your arms falling back into place   ---   folded neatly in front of your skirt. you are the picture perfect form of an obedient warrior. your eyes are pointed downwards, not daring to peek up at him any longer.

truly, you are the gem you were when you first arrived. you do not know where those emotions of his reside   ---    & why should you ? it does not change his words, or his meanings. ( & he wonders why your gem cut always rebels  ---  if anyone spoke like this to him, he’d be a volcano rather than a calm, hurt, ocean. )

@astrollogus. cont.

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viverre || chalce.

“…” The fighter remains silent –  their piercing eyes keen of her every move. Each twitch she made, every stutter she mustered- they could read right through it. They’ve been on the streets for long enough to pick up on such movements. Not that it was much of a challenge – the girl was practically an open book, as her face reddens for all to see.

So without slipping a word, they make a firm reach for her wrist. The initial grip was rough, squeezing entirely around her small, slender wrist. They could easily snap it if they applied enough force. But instead, their grip softens- as bloodied stains were revealed to them. Had the lamp just been a tad brighter, one could see their pale complexion at such a sight.

They had to stop themselves from cursing under their breath, as they return a look of utter discontent. “These bandages are loose. It’s a miracle your knuckles haven’t dislocated.”

    initially the hold was tight    ---   suffocating, yet she feels their grip loosen, unraveling the horrendous sight that had become her knuckles. bruised & beaten      ---     bleeding. it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t small, either. enough to leave stains that began to seep through her pocket.

         ‘      I’m fine, big bear, really. You worry too much about me.      ‘  her hand gently wriggles free, worming her way back to her other hand. gentle fingers cross the bumps & bruises that left her knuckles behind.  ‘     I tied them tight, like you taught me, but   they   grabbed the lil piece here ---    ‘   she motions   ‘  & undid them. I  -   I’m  FINE  , really.     ‘

        ‘    besides, you said you don’t  like  coming here on halloween   .  .  .  I - I  don’t want to   hold  you here   ---    you’re probably just passing  through.     ‘

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           ‘         gk   ---     ‘  usually, the sight of the brooding fighter would ease her heart, allow her to be at peace   ----   SAFE  for once in her fighting career. yet today was different   ---   today was different. today that sight was enough to CHILL her to the bones. they had warned her of the dangers that roam these streets on this   particular    date.

instinctively she pulls that hoodie down, hiding the wound she was previously patching. her legs spring up, bringing her  ( almost ) level to the other.

RED  flashes over her features  ---   EMBARRASSING. caught in her act ! caught in her red handed  ---  literally.  a hand, soaked in that crimson red, has been hidden within the confides of her pocket-pouch.

            ‘             ----   c  -   chalce ! chalce.  hi. hey . uh  ---  . yeah.  hey.     ‘

she’s stammering. she’s stalling.

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The streets were cold & relentless- a breeding ground for scum. There is never a time when it is deemed as safe. Even during the brightest of days, where the rays beam brilliantly- alley ways would be tucked within the shadows. Night would serve no better, with only the lampposts paving through the dark– though just barely. 

However, no night could compare to that of Halloween- when the most rotten of people would crawl out from their hiding. Anyone else who wandered the desolate streets was vulnerable to attacks. This included the lone fighter, who would usually stay at home, as do most others.

But knowing that girl – that idiot, she’s out here somewhere. God knows she never heeds nor listens to them. They’ve warned her, they’ve told her of the dangers. They did their part. If she gets hurt, then that’s all on her. So then…why are they worried – why do they care?

No, that’s wrong. They don’t care- they just don’t want to be blamed. That’s all.  They bite down onto their lips. “God.. damn it.” The fighter curses to themselves in denial.

 And suddenly- they weren’t alone. Holding in a breath, the fighter balls their fist (ready to defend if needed), before relaxing upon seeing a familiar red. “… hey.”

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we stan a queen

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Autumn preferences for your muse! Rules: bold what your muse prefers and tag some people.

1). go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2). scary vs. sweet 3). sweaters vs. boots 4). socks vs. mittens 5). bonfires vs. football 6). trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9). bake pie vs. bake cookies 10). rain vs. fog 11). black cats vs. owls 12). ghosts vs. wizards 13). harry potter vs. halloweentown 14). go hiking vs. sleep in 15). cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16). reading vs. writing 17). hot chocolate vs. tea 18). live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19). candy apples vs. caramel apples 20). blankets vs. pillows 21). roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22). coffee vs. apple cider 23). red leaves vs. orange leaves  (she’s colorblind ) 24). braids vs. bows 25). scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26). carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27). pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28). coats vs. oversized sweaters 29). beanies vs. berets 30). candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32). jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33). corn maze vs. haunted house 34). bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35). whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

tagged by: our sunny boye @sunny-swordsman​ tagging: anyone who wants to do it <3

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Me: Should he wear a Tux or a Dress Also me: y not both

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this took longer than i thought it would uwu kofi ! 

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satoshi needs to learn how to ignore pietersite like dio does

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paraxitics ||    ugh.

Yet again, the gem doesn’t bat an eyelash. She doesn’t dare to look in their direction– even after they pull a stun so extravagant that it shook the planet to its very core. But all they got out of it was the cold, bitter silence- much unlike the soft and loving gaze that she would greet the Sapphire with. It angered the fusion– it made their blood boil.

They were perfection, how dare she spit at them as if they were anything lower than that? Despite their irritation, however- the fusion wasn’t so quick to sway.

If anything, the gem’s indifference towards them only made them more determined to make her their's to get her to look at them, if only for a second! And so they hop in front of her path, eyes wide with anticipation, as they put on their usual, obnoxious grin. “It’s cute how hard yer trying to ignore me. I almost appreciate it, in fact.”

        you fully expect them to continue to pester you, knowing full well just how mission oriented they were with you.  ( you suppose you have black star to thank for that.  ) so when they jump in your eyesight, you’re more than ready to disregard them further. 

 bringing your hand up without any hesitation, you wave a screen in front of that  atrocious  face. the thought of peering at that  BEAST was enough to make your stomach churn with disgust. 

you are careful of looking at the partially  see-through  screen, ensuring that they  KNOW  you’re peering at the lines of information brought up, & not at  them. although you’re  BRAVE  enough to speak.

        ‘      whenever you’re done in there,  black star,  I’d like to remind you that  I’m  not supposed to be  _doing  _your work  for you  because you’re too busy fooling around with  Chalcedony.        ‘  you’re careful to never speak to the fusion directly, but rather the bits & pieces that make them up. Never let  THEM  know you acknowledge their presence. 

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   despite the horrific display that they’re doing to get your attention, you don’t give them the time of day ! you don’t even look up, opting for typing away on the console in front of you.  ./ @paraxitics 

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astrollogus ||       I can’t fake it.

Shooting a startled glance, the gem found himself fumbling on his words. “I… uh. Yeah.” He didn’t think she’d actually know.  And now that he’s dug a hole for himself, there was no turning back from- as he forces his gaze onto his work; feigning an act of diligence.

However, the truth is that he hasn’t been able to focus for the past few minutes. His mind has been clouded with nothing but tender thoughts, with his face flushing ever so passionately. It was embarrassing– it was so unlike him to get distracted like this.

But he couldn’t seem to care less. His once, empty gem was being filled with something glistening and sweet. It was a feeling so irreplaceable- that nobody else could make him feel this way aside from the gem beside him. Every time she spoke, every time she peeks over- his causes his heart to skip a beat.

Even as he turns to respond, the gem couldn’t help but catch the jitters. “W..well… not exactly, but…” There was a pause. His mind was drawing a blank as embarrassment takes over him. “I was just wondering what you thought of it, is all.”

       curiosity fills your chest, wondering of that lost look within the others eyes. he was distant, lost   ---   day dreaming. while it happened occasionally, you aren’t quite used to the longer period that he seems to be lost in today.

    ‘    my thoughts on it  .  .  .   ‘   you bring your hands together, gently weaving your own fingers together, that faint smile you try your best to adorn finds its way to your features.    ‘     You know I do enjoy a lot of the festivities that earth has to offer. They’re very lively. Although  .  .  .    ‘  your hands fall back down to your side, that eye casting away from the other,

       ‘      I don’t know much, so I suppose I’d have to do more research into the subject.  though I will admit, I do love the use of flowers, & aesthetics used. It makes everyone look regal. & that most of the clothes are either white, or black, for the two main people  ---    ‘

it’s something small, but it brings you joy. knowing you are seeing something as everyone else is   ---    !  those pure white dresses that fall to the floor, & past, or the tight fitted suits, that were as dark as the night sky.  even though those were the first thoughts came to mind, your favorite had to be  .  .  .

     ‘    & the flowers. They’re used wonderfully.    ‘   oh  -- ! there you go again, talking for longer than necessary  .  .  .   !

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      ‘   a wedding     .  .  .     ?   ‘    you echo the other, mind wandering to the thought of that festive gathering humans did. while your knowledge is rather  .  .  .   limited,  you get the jist of it. (     so  you believe  !  )

           ‘     i believe so. It’s a human custom, right ? I believe I know it, vaguely. Usually involves two or more, if I’m recalling it correctly.      ‘   your eye wanders to the other’s lightened hues, dancing across his cheeks in a sense of wonder.

            ‘         may I ask why    --  ?   are you wanting to start research on this topic  ?      ‘  your head tilts to the side, that glossy black hair falling into line. 

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“…Dio, do you know what a, uh… wedding is, perhaps?” As if hesitant to finish, he makes a glance towards the gem- before swiftly looking away. There was also a rosy hue on his face that touched from one cheek to another. But despite that, the gem remains composed. 

He did his best to act like his usual self, while playing off the question as if it wasn’t asked in a spur of the moment. After all, the idea of marriage was such an absurd concept. 

And yet it was one that piqued his interest, despite his embarrassment. I mean, so what if he’s been envisioning himself getting married? So what if he gets flustered at the thought of Dio in a wedding gown? That doesn’t mean he actually wanted to get married. Not him. 

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    eyes    FALL   to the feet of the other, your curiosity piquing  ! 

             ‘       sunstone,  what is that upon your feet  --    ‘

you haven’t seen those before-

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        petite    &    short, you don’t  EXACTLY  seem as a threat, yet any   well educated gem   of the past would know exactly what you’re capable of.   EVEN WHEN  your stature is smaller than a  pearl   .  .  .

          ‘        I am here to escort you back to your respective court.      ‘  a servant for a pearl     ---  isn’t that an oxymoron ?

./ @daintblue