ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ (@acolytesriddle) header
ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ (@acolytesriddle) profile picture

‿ ،͟،⠀ ݁ᅟᅟꦿᅟᅟᅟ *ᅟᅟᅟeveryᅟᅟᅟ𝙵͟𝙰͟𝙸͟𝚁͟𝚈͟𝚃͟𝙰͟𝙻͟𝙴ᅟᅟ𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬ᅟᅟaᅟᅟ𝒈͟𝒐͟𝒐͟𝒅ᅟᅟ𝙾͟𝙻͟𝙳-𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳ᅟᅟvillain.

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Photo by ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ (@acolytesriddle)Photo by ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ (@acolytesriddle)Photo by ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ (@acolytesriddle)Photo by ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ (@acolytesriddle)
there was something missing in his eyes. light, life—— something. they were voids, endless and black. then i realized: he believes he has nothing to live for.
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ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ retweeted
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀@acolytesriddle * ♡̶ ◌
i'm scared to lose you and you're not even mine.
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he hurries to answer the door, checking the fisheye view of the visitor. he unlocks it in an immense rush, a bright smile crossing his lips. he volunteers to help her with things, longing beating in his chest. ⁎
knocking on @acolytesriddle’s door, holding a basket of pastries and two paper cups of coffee to- go.
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“̲ you, as always, surprising me, aren’t you? you didn’t need that, dear. ’̲’̲
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raising his hands in a small sign of surrender, he did a little twirl to show off the entirety of his cautiously chosen outfit, as if seeking some characteristic approval from beth. he had become accustomed to her comments, ⁎
it’s either his voice or the way he touches her forearm— perhaps the combination of both, along with his calm and ever so collected presence, the reason why her body is taken by a sudden ease and tranquility. she nods, the smile never
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even though they were so contrary to the meticulous ones escaped by himself. “̲ oh, i feel amazing today! as you say, i feel like ... pikachu. i like that jacket, it’s new. ’̲’̲ he pointed to the leather line, ⁎
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with a genuine smile running proudly across the tip of his usually shy lips. “̲ and you don’t look bad, huh? as always, you look beautiful, beth. i like the outfit. ’̲’̲ he poked the tip of her nose, proudly. “̲ shall we go? ’̲’̲
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eurus didn’t mind waiting. in fact, with the passage of time, he had become truly patient only to please bethânia, whom he recognized as an ambiguous figure in her punctuality. ⁎
she gets distracted easily; music plays on the radio while she baths and then takes way too long getting dressed up, because her favorite song is playing now and she can’t find her keys for the life of her. it’s still early in the
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so gentle that he feared spoiling it. he listened so attentively to her words that a small smile formed, even at her despair at being late. he reassured her again, ⁎
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touching her forearm with his fingertips. “̲ oh, oi——! wow——it’s okay. ’̲’̲ he sighed, humming momentarily. “̲ well, now you have your keys and that’s what matters, isn’t it? we still have plenty of time. don’t worry. ’̲’̲
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meticulously aligning his leather jacket, his attention shifted to the landscape ahead, before his reverie was interrupted by the hurried presence that crossed the atmosphere. “̲ oh, geez——beth, please be careful. ⁎
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you don’t need all this fuss, we’re not even late. ’̲’̲ he checked the watch on his wrist, shaking his head before turning to her, hands carefully drawn to rearrange the locks that fell disheveledly over her face.
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( a pearly smile curves lips, first restrained, and then affectionate in all its extremity. the palm of his hand continues to touch her hair, superficially resting the fingertips on beth’s dermis. )
(his careful touch brings her immense comfort. she closes her eyes and sighs in relief. beth’s silent for a while, before mouthing a low but sincere ‘thank you’)
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ᅠᅠ⟢ᅠ‎ ‎𝕮𝖧𝖤𝖵λ𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱⁎‎ ‎ᅠᅠ.ᐣᅠ꧈ᅠ retweeted
you're in the wind, i'm in the water. nobody's son, nobody's daughter.
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( a careful hand moved to beth’s hair, stroking the dark locks with his fingertips, while a small humming sound began. )
(she smiles and lays down on the couch, resting her head on his lap, shyly)
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