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- Do I Follow Them?: stranger danger.
- Why Did I Follow Them?: bc oh look quality person + rper + existence + everything.
- Do We Role Play?: on your ozu i guess ; very little on your gilbutt.
- Do I Want To Role Play With Them: heLLS YEAH.
- An AU Idea For Our Muses: uh uh bad at idea thinking.
- A Song For Our Muses: ghhh can’t think.
- Do I Ship Our Muses?: gILCEST 5EVER.
- What I Think About The Mun: hELLA ALL DAH WAY.
- Overall Opinion: hella x ∞
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I’M SORRY BUT GDI IMMA CRY FOREVER.HOLD ME PLS.
-holds- I CAN’T FUNCTION ANYMORE I CAN S EE T HE LIGH T NO W.
❝ Apparently so. But I am staring at someone who looks nothing different from me, so I guess being surprised is something I’d most likely be. I used the incorrect word, I apologize. ❞
” I suppose that I can give that much to you… We are indeed staring back at carbon copies of each other, which isn’t normal at all. How absurd this happens to be. Perhaps you have an answer? “
❝ Quite frankly, I don't know. I don’t exactly make this happen. And why would I even want to ? It’s rather weird, no ? ❞
❝ I’m staring at my reflection,
apparently. ❞
" If I just so happened be your reflection, I would be doing the same exact movements as you just opposite. Isn’t that correct? ”
❝ Apparently so. But I am staring at someone who looks nothing different from me, so I guess being surprised is something I’d most likely be. I used the incorrect word, I apologize. ❞
” — What the hell are you staring at, hm? ”
❝ I’m staring at my reflection,
apparently. ❞
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There you are.
//wild Felicity approaches.
Gil is the next Gordon Ramsay.
Any objections will result in profanity and rude remarks on your food-making.
One Night Alone || a-single-black-feather
Honey optics shone in the dim light, showering the whole room with it’s scattered gleam. From outside, a breeze blew and the cold had garnered the world in it’s grasp. A rather sullen feeling ran through his veins, pulsing and giving a means to live. Much like the comparison, both only shared so many qualities. The faint luster seemed to slowly die away, as did the ebony-haired man’s will. There was no need to complain though. The night just seemed to disturb him just a bit.
The core of his mind seemed to swarm with ambiguous thoughts, fluttering here and there as he proceeded to hold thin paper between slender fingers. Eyes trained as he continues to digest every word into his mind, occupied by both his thoughts and the minuscule words printed on the narrow pages. All seemed to slow down, time moved more leisurely on this brisk night.
Tendrils seemed to eventually fall over, not being able to position themselves appropriately. All of them sprawled in different places, making nomads of themselves whenever he motioned his limbs elsewhere.
These were the kinds of things he found himself doing.
Eyes averted themselves, silence being broken and attention being relocated. A familiar voice resounded, the singular man quickly finding the owner of said voice. His irises met with a mug, a hand gripping at it and the hand attached to another. An odd way to put it, but the person was recognized nonetheless.
“I don’t think I’ve met such a peace before.”
Gil’s words would probably be unrequited, but he had to confess them. He felt too at-ease, he wasn’t accustomed to being in this kind of atmosphere. He almost had something protruding the front of his mind, always something he felt he needed to do. Outstretched hand removed the mug from the ravenette’s.
Those thoughts never came to mind.
Once situated, he allowed for himself to sink softly in the cushion of the seat below. Each and every sound mixed around him with a ring at his inner ear, yet all felt distant and distorted from the presence within his circumference of touch. Gaze dangled for a time upon the contents within the mug, steam rolling off into a thin line of gray just beneath the brim of his nose. No words graced lips during the frame in which a man sat still in an all-too-familiar setting and still it’d be so long since quiet ruptured these very walls with only a howl from outside and a crackle not far frontward.
Smile never shifted as hands finally lifted upward to meet the rim of a mug to the edges of his lips allowing the hot liquid to seep down his throat, leaving a heated trail in its wake on the way down. Body consumed the warmth a craving desired from standing in somewhat chilling air. Almost took the man a moment to bring himself back around as he felt the need to simply let loose from all the stress once piling in heavy stacks against his shoulders.
The thought of work hung in the back of his mind at the moment as he knew more important matters rested forward in his brain. When had been the last time Gil got the chance to even let his thoughts wonder to more sentimental thoughts that the harshness of a reality that hung in the balance around them? Cup lowered in a gradual manner to cant his head just enough so as that lone stare landed itself upon the very man seated beside him.
Most may believe it to be some sort of disturbance in the balance if one were to be staring into the face of a carbon copy of themselves without the need of a mirror.
Odd as it may sound, he found it to be quite normal.
“Quite so. I cannot recall a moment in time when there’s been a chance to relax in a peaceful calm as this one.”
Once again a more light-hearted smile threatened to cross his lips at the playful thoughts tickling the front of his mind, yet he suppressed it at the present. “Most of the time there’s some ruckus happening around we’re needing to deal with.”
Cup raised to lips, he advanced the sip with just a weak tilt. Heat pounced at the walls of his pharynx as it proceeded down, warmth embraced his body. More trickled from the cup and into the entrance of his mouth, swallowed at an eased pace before being settled onto the coffee-table. Retracting his hand, he brought it back to it’s original place. Heavy sigh escaped from his labellum, carbon dioxide adding to the room. His only contribution, that was for sure.
Eyes met paper once more, retrieving the word they had last been on and following up from there. This movement happened countless times in the duration of the day, only picking up his attention and bringing it back when he needed to. Up and down…up and down. Such a frivolous task, one he paid no heed to but did so much he must have at some point. For once, he couldn’t place his mind elsewhere. All work was completed, taking extra hours so he could relieve himself of the ongoing stress that wound up in his mind. So much to do…so much to do.
Such an innocence he encompassed, vulnerability that seemed to plead for attention. His front had been let down ever-so-slightly, now elsewhere with something else better to do. Engaging himself in the task of taking a break, so very difficult regardless of the amount of time he had to himself. He would not admit to the loneliness from the lack of thoughts that inhabited his mind, that alone seemed to bring great displeasure.
His mind knew no better.
“There’s relatively no time to do anything, it troubles me.”
Spewing another admittance into the air, mumbling it thoughtlessly as his eyes turned soft. Again, all of his actions were as unconscious as his susceptibility to both rude remarks or physical actions. He was inclined to do so, deeming itself necessary. Never good in this atmosphere, the aura swam at such a slow-pace that he wished he could do something to alter such.
Nothing came to mind.
One Night Alone || a-single-black-feather
Silence. How nice it sounded on a nice night like this one at the moment. One raven-head stood within the confines of the small kitchen adjourned to the main living space in which another happened to be in the wait. The nights were still cold through the bristling weather of winter time that whistled softly through the window cracks. A fire crackled in the fireplace within the apartment room that kept any inhabitants from ever possibly freezing in the dead of night when the temperature dropped to its lowest.
The kettle on the burner whistled in sound as a sign that water reached boiling point to be pulled from the stove and thus poured into two matching mugs set to the side with beans ground to perfection.
Golden irises watched carefully as to make sure nothing went wrong before flicking the burner off and thus placing the kettle down into the sink to be dealt with at a later point. One dish left in the sink hardly bothered the raven compared to when multiple were tossed about carelessly as if one touch might shatter the stack. That only came when two rowdy children and a nuisance happened to be over at the time.
Thankfully two girls were off on their own
A blondie stayed over at his uncle’s
And a clown was too busy with the ladies.That left two ravens to some peace and quiet of their own, thankfully; and hopefully no one would dare try to bother them at an unexpected moment. Fingers curling around the handles of the mugs, Gil lifted them up from the counter and made his way out of the room toward the couch where the other should awaiting his hot cup.
“Been a while since we’ve gotten a break from all the trouble, huh?”
Soft comment made in light of the moment as he held out one of the mugs during the process of situating himself down beside the other. Tender haze swirled through honey hues as a smile etched itself to his lips.
Honey optics shone in the dim light, showering the whole room with it’s scattered gleam. From outside, a breeze blew and the cold had garnered the world in it’s grasp. A rather sullen feeling ran through his veins, pulsing and giving a means to live. Much like the comparison, both only shared so many qualities. The faint luster seemed to slowly die away, as did the ebony-haired man’s will. There was no need to complain though. The night just seemed to disturb him just a bit.
The core of his mind seemed to swarm with ambiguous thoughts, fluttering here and there as he proceeded to hold thin paper between slender fingers. Eyes trained as he continues to digest every word into his mind, occupied by both his thoughts and the minuscule words printed on the narrow pages. All seemed to slow down, time moved more leisurely on this brisk night.
Tendrils seemed to eventually fall over, not being able to position themselves appropriately. All of them sprawled in different places, making nomads of themselves whenever he motioned his limbs elsewhere.
These were the kinds of things he found himself doing.
Eyes averted themselves, silence being broken and attention being relocated. A familiar voice resounded, the singular man quickly finding the owner of said voice. His irises met with a mug, a hand gripping at it and the hand attached to another. An odd way to put it, but the person was recognized nonetheless.
“I don’t think I’ve met such a peace before.”
Gil’s words would probably be unrequited, but he had to confess them. He felt too at-ease, he wasn’t accustomed to being in this kind of atmosphere. He almost had something protruding the front of his mind, always something he felt he needed to do. Outstretched hand removed the mug from the ravenette’s.
Those thoughts never came to mind.