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[ Sabitsuki ]
Almost does she give a flinch at the sight of blue, dull in its true
hex yet ever brightest to own’s eyes. Inner network of neck turns
and displays such in the bobbing movements of throat, saliva
and mucus slipping and sticking to the unexpected dryness
( and she does recall, in brief brief thought, that it had not been
that way so for just a mere collection of shortest seconds ago ).
It carries more burden upon her than it perhaps definitely should;
she must with force as to swing her pipe to send it into the very
rears of her present consciousness.Only annoyance, frustration, hatred, such common
words of description to be chosen for any regular
mood of hers, could only be manifested toward
herself, and the peculiar fondness for other could
only rise in its smoke in her self to give pseudo and
temporary banishment, even, to such
aforementioned sensations of nothing but negative
connotation. Indeed, a flower blooming in only
near - desert, and as had been such when she was
child: Sabitsuki loves flowers.True, tulips with snow hues were held as her most favourable,
& yet ―
the flower before herself was her own favourite here on these
islands; no tropical plant to be thief to such spotlight, no hideous
other human to bring soothing in unique silence and ink or
graphite writings, no matter how much her anger were to
flare in any volume.Sabitsuki looks down at Hana’s hands, an almost
gentle expression upon her face, and perceives the
paleness for an extended moment before she may
respond in still female but still deep voice.
“ Yeah. ”
{ ✘♟✘ }
Pride in excess is a faulty
thing- leaving kingdoms
to decay and relations to
rot, maggots feasting
upon the overflow of
ruins. However, though
knowing this, she’ll allow
herself this small bit and
hope that it won’t grow
into something
unmanageable.
Miniscule quirk of the
lips set neatly in place,
prior feeling fading,
scribbles of words set in
ink are gouged among
the crevices of parchment.
[ i wanted to teach
you sign language??
if you learn that, we
wouldn’t have to use
my notebook all the
time? ] she pauses before
writing the next part,
tensing her hands to keep
them from flying across
the paper.
[ it’ll take a while but
we have a lot of time
to waste on this island,
an i guess i’m sort of
an okay teacher. not
that good, but ]self
deprecation is barely
noticeable, slight in
tendencies, but doubt
is obvious - so much
so that it is painful.
She almost winces
after reading the words
over.
Lengthy pause adjourned,
paper is relinquished to
current viewer - friend.
online;
s l a t h e r m y b o d y || SUPERHEROES
[ um ]
People here were strange. Stranger than anything she’d seen in Plegia, in Ylisse — anywhere. Walking through the campus one day revealed to her yet another strange individual; a girl, staring simply into the distance as if enjoying an invisible puppet show.
Usually, of course, Tharja wouldn’t even bother with other people, but one thought slowed her feet and kept her tethered to the area. She’d seen this behavior before… from people under a certain hex she’d cast, so curiosity could only lead her to believe someone had cursed this child. Not to mention the subtle aura enshrouding her.
“…”
Boldly Tharja drops her original trajectory and moves towards her, waving her palm in front of the girl’s face.
“Helloooo?” She mutters, slight annoyance radiating from her words.
{ ✘♟✘ }
WARNING, VIOLATION OF PERSONAL SPACE DETECTED.
Normal reaction time?
One or two seconds, give
or take. Mood enhanced
reaction time? Not even
a millisecond. Not even
a millisecond later and
her hand is already up
and pushing the other
away. Bye hand, hello
again personal space.
Her expression is not
improved by the intrusion
at all, but it is not
worsened either. It
remains as it is, the
only thing that would
indicate the barest of
changes would be the
turning of her head to
blankly stare upwards
at the other - grey eyes
deadpan.
Although, another form
of movement comes
soon after. Her hands
move towards her side
to grab blindly at her
notebook and pen,
opening up the pages
and scrawling a note
for the person forwards
of her. It’s handed
afterwards; her arm
jerking in accordance
with her feelings.
[ what. ]
t h e y a n d e r e d i a r y || FAMILIARITY
{ ✘♟✘ }
Normally, she wouldn’t
be willing to full such an
act in - waving to
a stranger? no thanks -
and it shows in her
hesitance to even lift
her hand. Still, wave
she does (enough to
get the other’s attention,
she hopes; Hana wouldn’t
exactly like to repeat
the action).
Before checking for
the other’s attention,
girl is already
reaching for her
notebook to write a
question - with her
hand flying that fast,
it’s a wonder how
anything she’s writing
avoids ending up as
little more than
indecipherable chicken
scratch.
The note, fast enough,
is completed, reading a
vain; [ you said i looked
tired last time we met.
do i have bags or
circles under my eyes,
or something??
because if i do, that’s
kinda bad. ]
online;
{ ✘♟✘ }
How many fistfights?
‘so many,
so many’
{ ✘♟✘ }
Um.