02. most love like hunters

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shouta, january.

[pulsecrush]

[ years, months, minutes—time has lost its value the longer reality stretched. it's gone so far as to become surreal, senseless, dull, yet lightning never rests. her mind is never stationery, like her feet, her sword, and her spirit.

the question is: is there anyone else that is the same?

is there anyone that remains? ]

shouta, august. rng knows me. also thank god this is the first plurk i saw.

[teamleader]

your choice, july.

[terracanta]

She told the sun she'd smile every day it came out to play with the clouds, sprinkle the trees, and bake her pale skin until it was pink. She told the moon she'd murmur a lullaby for it to carry on through its cold, lonely, and dark nights. She told the earth she'd make every step she took a meaningful one, whether it was one that took her forward into unknown futures or took her back into nostalgic pasts. Then she told the people whom she cared for, into whom her love was planted and grew and blossomed into a bouquet she vowed to cherish all life long, so that one day she could be given that bouquet. She told this to you.

feferi; april

[pelagically]

some say an army of horsemen,
some of footsoldiers, some of ships,
is the fairest thing on the black earth,
but i say it is what one loves.

Spacebro! December

[jesus_is_gundam]

eric bana :U

[prevented]

[Out of Dekim's clutches, Mariemaia can't help but feel lost in the world. She's not even a decade old and yet there's no one on Earth and space who doesn't harbor her some ill will. It's hard for a child to have no playmates, to feel absolutely alone. The lady who has chosen to try and be her mother is clumsy at best. She knows the woman is trying but...

It's just not fair. Why does she have to be hidden away? Kept behind closed doors without company besides tutors sworn to secrecy? The lady doesn't come to see her often. Once a month at most.

Please understand. We have to let things die down first. Soon, you'll have a new name. Soon, you can be out there again. Just not now.

There's only so much that she can bear. As another night falls, she decides to take fate into her own hands. Sneaking into the back of her tutor's car, she leaves the manor that has become her prison. When her poor mentor stops for gas, she bursts from the back seat and dashes out. There's a high-pitched scream behind her and the sound of a body hitting the floor in a faint. Mariemaia doesn't even look back. She just keeps running.]

january; banagher ♥ I believe we have some catching up to do

[trendsetter]

—you can hardly expect me to let you out looking like that. [ It's a travesty is what it is, but—no no, no need to thank her. She's arrived just on time, and in the middle of a fashion emergency too, dear Celestia.

So you may be a little fashionably late for the party. At least you'll be going there in style. Just a few more touches, though? You've popped a seam here, and oh nonononono, that shade of red looks better tied around your neck—yes—oh, too plain? Never mind, magicking it out of the way for the purple gem-encrusted three-tiered silk bow with the lace trimmings.

Why is it three-tiered? Wouldn't you like to know…

She's still tapping her hoof on her chin—er, snout as she regards the final product, gesturing for him to turn around just so she can get the full effect of it. ]

Hmm, well, do you think a mauve vest would look better on that bear suit, or would the lilac one suffice? [ IT'S SO HARD TO CHOOSE… ]