Yay~! I have proceeded to find my computer, and I have indeed succeeded.
Yes, that’s good! Then we can get started on having some fluffy fluff between these two!
Finally! Shall I create the starter?
Back now~!
Yay~! I have proceeded to find my computer, and I have indeed succeeded.
Indeed, I think I just went full-out and vented all of my angsty feelings right then and there. I felt so very bad and died for like 95% of it. Fluff is good. FLUFF.
I don’t feel bad at all that I was actually smiling and cackling my whole way through it. Yeah it was painful but I enjoyed putting them through pain. |D Alright alright we need to get this cute fluffy stuff started because I now have a need for it.
I’m so sorry I left all of a sudden ;A;. I’m here now though, so we can RP when you get back. Which may be whenever cx.
I actually post the same amount as I would on the comp. I mean since my phone gives off the illusion that I post a lot when I don’t it may be an issue but otherwise I have no problem.
Ahhh alright alright. I got’cha. Then it could definitely work out!
Indeed. I’m thinking we could make a thread on something fluffy. Because I think Oz and him need that, I deliberately didn’t even bother to reply to the angst because sHIT. We went all out angst, right to hell.
Actually I guess we can RP for a bit while I’m on mobile. Although not convenient it’s possible.
Yeah, that’s what I was saying. xD Roleplaying isn’t convenient at all when on mobile, but it is possible to do….
I actually post the same amount as I would on the comp. I mean since my phone gives off the illusion that I post a lot when I don’t it may be an issue but otherwise I have no problem.
Actually I guess we can RP for a bit while I’m on mobile. Although not convenient it’s possible.
Yeah, that’s what I was saying. xD Roleplaying isn’t convenient at all when on mobile, but it is possible to do. Of course those’ll be like short little things than the longer replies. Though it’s of course always up to you on that.
Yeah, I may just post in paragraphs for the time being. Although the transition will be difficult it will be manageable.
Actually I guess we can RP for a bit while I’m on mobile. Although not convenient it’s possible.
 | bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ; proposes with ☆☆☆☆ |
Happiness overwhelms the Mun as she tries to contain her happiness.
I do~! I do~!
//LOVE YA TOO FELICITY.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Parted lips and shallow breathing ruptured from the lungs, suppressed words and shriveled-up emotions. Fragments from the doubt that had slowly garnered itself through all these years, all of his emotions melted away. Only an invisible anesthetic that numbed all sensation from lingering, the only thing that kept him from shattering right then and there. Bound by the most petrifying…terrifying…
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Breathing began to quicken, heartbeat pounding in the depths of his mind and penetrating nails into the very surface of his throat. Sanity became so very difficult to maintain, the idea of losing such no longer became a need for him. A sickening concoction of heat and cold seemed to radiate from him, not even his very bones seemed to preserve the will to not be broken.
The meaning to live suddenly dissipated into thin air.
His reason to keep going suddenly vanished.
Happiness was no longer an emotion he possessed.
Death seemed so tempting…
‘Sickening.’
’I know.’ ’Useless.’ 'Worthless.’
'I know.’ ‘Obscene.’
'Satanic.’
'I know.’ ’Repulsive.’ ‘Corrupt.’
‘I know.’ ’Infernal.’ ‘Wicked.’
’I know.’ ’Horrible.’
For so long, he had gotten what he yearned for. For so long, he couldn’t have been happier. For so long, he protected Oz down to his last breath. For so long, he remained by his side. For so long, he had sacrificed. For so long, he had waited.
Ten.
Consecutive.
Years.
All for him, he had pressed on and on. Through sickness, through sorrow, through everything. He had promised to endure all of this hell for one person. His heart, that had once been with the scion, had been given up. Sold to someone else. Thrown upon the ground and stepped, pieces that could never be truly fixed. Fear of being broken again. Fear that never would leave, regardless.
All of his trust.
Disintegrated.
All of his happiness.
Gone.
All of his existence.
Forgotten.
Ringlets interweaved with lithe fingers, noir drowning them as he clenched further. At this rate, tendrils could be pulled out from his very skull. Pain trying to evaporate all emotion, physical pain needed to counter all of the physiological ones. He didn’t understand this, he didn’t think such feeling could be verbalized.
No. He didn’t want to understand.
”I’m sorry.”
Body shook
Body quakedHow could such a small frame contain so many pent up emotions only waiting to overflow the banks of the river and seep straight into his core? Each shift and new positioning to parts of Gilbert’s frame went detected each time as the boy couldn’t pull himself away, as if awaiting to see a grown adult completely shatter under his sharp stare prying into the depths of darkness that rose like bile into this once clean air.
Everything shattered
Everything tatteredA rabbit who finally learned to not feel so alone found himself encased once again in a state he knew for far, far too long. Breath caught in his throat as emotions contained started to rock and shake inside his small frame. A need to scream and act childish once more like a small child who didn’t get his way with his parents.
The thought snagged tightly onto him as finally those wavering emerald irises ripped themselves from the man crumbling in on himself.
Though, he felt the same way.
You’re nothing.
You’re fake.
Nothing was yours to begin with.
The words almost seemed to taunt him at his weakest point again.
I need to go…
I don’t want to be here anymore…
I… I’ll only get in your way…Gaze fogged over as eyelids rested partially over darkening hues that swam with almost clear salty water as he felt another twist to that already torn heart inside his chest. Voices seeped into his mind playing with his emotions with piercing claws and gnawing teeth. The threat of falling under caved in on him with a pounding head with the possibility of powers kicking in as a protective force.
Slim, nimble fingers raised so grip upon a white shirt in front of him. Nails dug in as if meaning to shred the threads creating the sturdy fabric to cover a torso.
Tug
Tug
Tug“Why…?”
A soft voice came from a frame curling in on itself where the two stood in the middle of the room. Sharp in take of breath to keep him at a calm that started to crash in on itself quicker than his body could take the feeling. “Why…” Repeat once again that seemed to be the only word he could get out of a frail body wailing out to be saved. “Why do you feel a need to be sorry…?!”
Pitch rose with each word that came from him as eyelids squeezed shut to cause stray tears to run a trail down along alabaster cheeks and follow suit with a sniffle as Oz gasped for another breath, a rabbit completely crumbling into a pile in front of a raven.
“Why do you have to be sorry when you don’t even get it?! I hate you, you huge idiot! Maybe… Maybe if you finally saw you wouldn’t be so caught up in yourself!”
By this point Oz didn’t care if anyone else heard them.
Understand!
Just understand!Fist practically punched into the older’s stomach as he continued to hold on. “You don’t get it! You don’t get it! You never figured it out after all these years, and I hate it! I hate…!” Not even finishing, Oz leaned his head in against Gilbert’s chest as another sniffle came with the tears, voice lowered once again.
“I hate you… you big, useless… idiot.”
The need to understand.
The covet for understanding.
Suddenly it all had overcome him.
Kidnapped him.
Reverting to nothingness.
Cracked and just about to break.
No remnant of him.
Gil was gone.
How should he react?
Where were all his faculties?
Where was the facade he had?
Where was the him from before?
Feeling returned to his body the moment he felt skin contact, shivering at the lack of care the moment fabric was gripped at. A gaze so…vacant. Empty and void of any kind of sentiment that should’ve been there. Never before had he had come across such an intense need to retract himself from a situation, a necessity that required much attention. Without enough observation and care he would end himself.
End everything. End this pain.
End himself. End this sadness.
End all.
End all suffering. End the future.
End all the patronizing. End his existence.
Blond hair seemed to enclose all of his vision, being surrounded where to the point where he could only focus his attention on the owner of the flaxen-hair. Words pieced themselves together at such a speed that it only pierced him further, the pace alone was enough to scare him off. How rapidly the words piled on, and the accumulating blurriness seemed to only continue.
The exterior that he had perfected for so many years was ruined, completely damaged beyond repair. Going on any further would truly let his semblance burn in the ashes of despair. The tight feeling that grew in his chest would not stop growing, pounded at the very boundaries of it all. Wavering would only result in travesty, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop such a scene. For even he had snapped.
Ripping away from the grasp of the younger, he let his eyes now be hidden behind casted shadows. Head now had inclined at a downward angle, not rising for anything or anyone. The air around him was bitter, choking the very life out of the man until breathing was no longer optional. Every thought that came to mind ended with death.
Such a great idea.
The idea was so amazing.
How easy it was to finish it.
To bring an end to it all.
Body now visibly shook, looking as if he had been possessed. Although that seemed to be the best conclusion, the best way to put it all. Any logic that had been instilled into the noirette’s mind had evaporated and ceased to exist, now harshly clinging to the air and being forced to be acknowledged. The next events were inevitable, slowly gathering itself up to the climax.
Knees buckled from beneath.
Head devoured by arms.
Quivering that racked his body.
Sadness unfolded.
Gil had never really remembered anything.
Only what was needed to be remembered.
Not what really mattered to him.
Just the events that followed.
“I-I want to understand.
Why can’t I understand?
Will I ever understand?
Why?”
The moments that had continued after that were only filled with shrill screams and begging to understand. Pleading, a desire that could not possibly be fulfilled.
“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP~!”
What was this?
Pain more terrorizing then death.
Suffocating sadness.
Inability to understand.
“O-Oz…”Was he only pretending?
Was this how he really felt?
Was he being serious?
How? How was he supposed to cope with this?
What did it mean?
What would he do?
Was this real?
‘Please be joking.’
'Please laugh like you’re only kidding.’
'Please don’t say that.’
’ Please…I don’t think…’
All sensation lost. Widened eyes, paralyzed until he no longer had the ability to understand. Those cruel…horrifying words. Out of all things. Out of everything he could have uttered. It lost meaning. Nothing suddenly meant everything. So cruel…so cruel.
'It’s all my fault.’
Blood boiled over
Anger hit at its peak as emotions clashed into one another.
Eyes never lost their blaze while locked upon the horrified ones above.
Usually Oz kept his calm in any sort of situation lest it pierced right through that hardened shell encasing the younger’s heart, a wall he formed in only a few years time as a type of protection. One person he let in just finally tore in hard enough to allow the younger to completely cave. Hands shook at his sides that it came to be an amazement Oz still stood before the older.
He never
ever
expected to utter such a statement to Gilbert.I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
The words echoed like a horrid nightmare in the distorted atmosphere of Oz’s mind as the muscles of his heart continued to twinge in their agitated agony he simply wished could disappear. Tears threatened to form in the ducts of each eye as breaths labored just to keep himself at least somewhat from completely falling apart.
Why…?
Why this?
Why did it all come down to this?
Gilbert was such an idiot! The biggest idiot ever! The man couldn’t just easily open that narrowed view of his mind to see, to see what was happening around him! Yes, it angered the younger to the point of irrationally spewing such a statement from his lips, but he hoped it would get this adult to at least see the signs he’d been missing all along!
Shoulders began to shake as Oz found himself to be rooted in his place before the noirette as muscles of his limbs were tensed too much while continuing to watch those features contort above him. Lips quivered threateningly as Oz might not be able to stand his ground for much longer.
I want you to see..!
Why won’t you just see?!
You’re driving me insane
and I can’t take it any longer!
No signs of joking
No signs of taking it back
Only endless pain and destruction”I hate you…”
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Parted lips and shallow breathing ruptured from the lungs, suppressed words and shriveled-up emotions. Fragments from the doubt that had slowly garnered itself through all these years, all of his emotions melted away. Only an invisible anesthetic that numbed all sensation from lingering, the only thing that kept him from shattering right then and there. Bound by the most petrifying…terrifying…
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Breathing began to quicken, heartbeat pounding in the depths of his mind and penetrating nails into the very surface of his throat. Sanity became so very difficult to maintain, the idea of losing such no longer became a need for him. A sickening concoction of heat and cold seemed to radiate from him, not even his very bones seemed to preserve the will to not be broken.
The meaning to live suddenly dissipated into thin air.
His reason to keep going suddenly vanished.
Happiness was no longer an emotion he possessed.
Death seemed so tempting…
'Sickening.’
'I know.’ 'Useless.’ 'Worthless.’
'I know.’ 'Obscene.'
'Satanic.’
'I know.’ 'Repulsive.’ 'Corrupt.’
'I know.’ 'Infernal.’ 'Wicked.’
'I know.’ 'Horrible.’
For so long, he had gotten what he yearned for. For so long, he couldn’t have been happier. For so long, he protected Oz down to his last breath. For so long, he remained by his side. For so long, he had sacrificed. For so long, he had waited.
Ten.
Consecutive.
Years.
All for him, he had pressed on and on. Through sickness, through sorrow, through everything. He had promised to endure all of this hell for one person. His heart, that had once been with the scion, had been given up. Sold to someone else. Thrown upon the ground and stepped, pieces that could never be truly fixed. Fear of being broken again. Fear that never would leave, regardless.
All of his trust.
Disintegrated.
All of his happiness.
Gone.
All of his existence.
Forgotten.
Ringlets interweaved with lithe fingers, noir drowning them as he clenched further. At this rate, tendrils could be pulled out from his very skull. Pain trying to evaporate all emotion, physical pain needed to counter all of the physiological ones. He didn’t understand this, he didn't think such feeling could be verbalized.
No. He didn't want to understand.
“I’m sorry.”
| bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ; The boy puffed up his cheeks while staring right up into the man's face with a rather defiant burning gaze locked upon him, not flinching at all right before he finally let out that hot air he'd been holding for a while. "I hate you!" Seemed Gil went overboard that time around. [here have some pain /tosses at you. ] |
What was this?
Pain more terrorizing then death.
Suffocating sadness.
Inability to understand.
“O-Oz…”
Was he only pretending?
Was this how he really felt?
Was he being serious?
How? How was he supposed to cope with this?
What did it mean?
What would he do?
Was this real?
‘Please be joking.’
'Please laugh like you’re only kidding.’
'Please don’t say that.’
’ Please…I don’t think…’
All sensation lost. Widened eyes, paralyzed until he no longer had the ability to understand. Those cruel…horrifying words. Out of all things. Out of everything he could have uttered. It lost meaning. Nothing suddenly meant everything. So cruel…so cruel.
'It’s all my fault.’
| bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ; DIBS. I AM RIGHT HERE. MY LAPTOP FROZE. I call dibs to you on both my blogs. /holds tightly./ |
There you are.
//wild Felicity approaches.
I will never be far.~ Even when my laptop chooses to be a lil shit, I will be back. /clings to./
Raven does not complain.
Clinging is appreciated.
//happy.