... Who Hurt This Girl And Why ? That's Her Initial Thought, Anyway. Accusation Seemingly Dripped With

         ❝ ... ❞  Who hurt this girl and why ?  That's her initial thought, anyway. Accusation seemingly dripped with bitterness and grievance, barbing words into something sharp, meant to cut. But Kairi's grown used to picking flowers with thorns, often ones she herself nurtured, and time has since dulled the sting inflicted on the skin. Fingers curled together, lips firmly pursed as her gaze lingered upon the other.  ❝ I just do what I can to help others. I'm not looking to make anything more of it. ❞

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          "You are the worst kind of good 'case you're not even great. A girl who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I hate."

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         Hands lightly pressed together, ghost of smile peeking out from behind gloved fingers. Although subdued ( a blank canvas, white and pristine and empty, for heavenly words must shine pure through mortal coloration ), budding excitement leaked through the cracks of the vessel's impeccable poise.  ❝ Wonderful ! ❞  The lavish yet modest accommodations granted by the town for their momentary repose was nice, but she yearned to peer into remnants of times bygone. For but a fleeting, almost even restless moment, silence draped its limpid cloak on her. Imagining what lay before them weaved an entrancing work of art, mind swept under the tide of anticipation beckoning her to search for what had been long forgotten. Perhaps it's unbecoming to devote so much of her attention beyond sacred duty, conveyance of the holy grace of the gods, but as she rose from her chair, sleeves undulating with the brief motion, steps ached to carry her forth to the mysteries of the unknown all the same. Fortune smiled upon Aera, for her to be blessed by the stars with a sister who humoured her fanciful interests.  ❝ Adventure is what you shall receive then. I seek to walk along the paths laid out within the ancient ruins of the forest to the east. There will be much to see ! Once word of it reached me, I knew I had to go. ❞

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.    t’was between sisters where angels fell on deaf ears, where their choirs ceased so abruptly it rendered time breathless, drowned out by humming bird songs.  as seemingly humble nothings meant everything amid cosmic malediction, what else could she do than accept sweet offers, which may, one day, stand still at a moment’s notice ? “ how could i say no ?  i am in the mood for a little adventure today, and this book can certainly wait.  to what wondrous place will you guide me, i wonder ? ”

Chances

Zeldris loved his brother. More than anything. He gave him so many chances. Far more than what any other demon would have dared to consider.

With life in the Demon Realm, he and Meliodas may have had too much weight and pressure put upon their shoulders, but at least it was a burden they bore together. Zeldris nearly collapsed under the weight of it all after Meliodas gallivanted off with a goddess of all things.

Despite of what he assumed were murmurs of baseless criticism against Meliodas, he still maintained his trust and advocated for the elder prince in his absence, harshly defending him against the notion of his brother being willingly seen in the presence of a goddess, their sword enemy.

Soon after his exit, but before it was revealed he was a part of Stigma, he tried a final time to make Meliodas see reason. Tried convincing him that blatantly running off with the Supreme Deity's daughter was not worth bringing their father's ire upon him ( and he feared for his brother's life ), but Meliodas wouldn't capitulate.

But it was back when Meliodas tried to convince him to leave with Gelda, things truly changed. It was at that point Zeldris wondered if the level of care was one sided, if Meliodas was so blinded by the goddess that he could only view problems on a surface level, that his concern was skin deep / superficial at best. He didn't care think about Gelda's position in all this. Was she to endure the sunlight that bore down on the earth for as long as his brother dared to run ? Would she never know a moment of safety and security again in order to shoulder the burden Meliodas would toss on her shoulders ? His beloved was being used against him, a subtle manipulation to steer him to Meliodas' side, but a manipulation all the same to achieve what his brother wanted. Meliodas didn't care beyond any brother obligations that weren't already torn to shreds. He didn't think about the ramifications of what he himself had already done, what he was about to bring upon himself and sheer damage he was going to leave in his wake. It showed him how little thought he put into any of this.

But for a moment he considered. When Meliodas dangled hope on a string before it was cruelly ripped away, he wondered if he too could be strong like him, strong enough to take his brother's hand and fight against the storm to come. But he wasn't. He isn't. The realization of one time Meliodas tried reaching out, and it wasn't even sincere for the reasons he wished it were.

Apologies for the sudden disappearance. At the beginning of November, I left the country to attend my grand uncle's funeral and haven't really had the drive to be active on my blogs. Right now I'm focusing on getting back into writing.

I'm going to put this blog through a soft refresh of sorts to fix it, organize my muses and drafts to see what I need to catch up with, and post a few things I had been previously working on. Thanks for your patience and understanding.

         Thoughts pestered the back of the mind. Many unkind  ( anger muffled under light's tide )  and wary about their shared foe, of the many splinters of his self haunting this realm steeped in light. Shoulders set, guard raising higher, girl bristling as lips pressed into a thin line.  ❝ No. I'm not. ❞  The reply arrived swift and terse, seeking to draw clear cut line in the sand between where they stood.  ❝ I don't think I'd want to try in this life. Not like that. Not with you. ❞  It irked. The audacity to insinuate the notion of her projecting herself onto him. That she'd perceive any part of the time traveler, the root cause for so much pain and suffering, when she gazed into the mirror's reflection. There's nothing to find of her heart — one too caring / too forgiving / too full of blistering light — within his shadow. Concern served as nothing but an unaffordable luxury, locked away in a hidden box, buried somewhere deep inside her beating ribcage.  ❝ And I think that goes both ways, unless you somehow see something that I'm missing. ❞

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴'𝚂 𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ;    and he rejected it not.  destiny practiced its own methodology to mathematically correct the flow of its course, and little reason did he find in struggling against it.  instead, he relented to whatever chaos would spill into the order of things.    “ that depends how you define home ?  i do not i lack a bed to sleep in whence i came, if that is what you wonder about. ”    when light questioned darkness, the latteraverted the deeper meaning, careful to never let it become too personal, or too open to sentimentalities.    “ and what, pray tell, has evoked this question, princess ?  it cannot be concern, i’d reckon. thus… do you project onto the villain, mayhaps ? ”