Can You Tell Me A Story? What Kind Of A Story Do You Want Me To Tell? ( I Am So Full Of Stories Sometimes

can you tell me a Story?     what kind of a Story do you want me to tell?     ( i am so full of Stories sometimes it feels like i am made of nothing else. i will give them to you, one by one, until there is nothing left in me. )   tell me about the brightest boy you ever knew.      bright can mean a lot of things. bright like gold, like dawn, like stars…      ( even cannon fire and muzzle flares and sword glints are bright in the darkest nights. )   you can choose. it’s your Story. i don’t mind.      okay. i’ll tell you a story about the brightest Boy i ever knew.      ( it doesn’t matter anyway; they’re all about the same Boy. it’s always been about the same Boy. )   does it have a happy ending?      if i tell you now, it’ll ruin the Story.      ( there is no ending because i refuse to call this Story finished. i am still hoping that it finds a happy ending somewhere beyond the apocalypse. )   fine. i’m listening.      once upon a time, there was a Boy with fool’s gold for hair and dawn in his blood.     ( and i couldn’t stop him from burning up with the fire in his heart. but he was beautiful when he burned. )

and for a moment, the world was too. ( j.p. ) || insp. (via pencap)

Hands over some red and white flowers he had chosen out. ❝ I have heard you enjoyed such a thing... I do like to make bouquets on occasion. ❞

They could not say they knew much of Karna.  Only bits and pieces  (  the basics  )  seen from a distance.  None of that led Enkidu to believe they would receive such a gift when they had done nothing in return.  Was that not what a gift was  ??  a token for someone you hold dear, a return memory for one previously given.  Perhaps they still had much to learn.

Partial smile growing as the corners of their mouth turn up  —  slender fingers gathering the flowers with a care not often shown.  Taking a moment to appreciate their beauty  (  for that's what they were, beautiful.  a gift  ).  Very pleased, if not confused.  They were not quite worth the effort made.  Though, they were not completely unknowing.  Such a token was given with thought and purpose; they would not turn it away.

Eyes leaving the flowers to meet the others gaze, head falling slightly as they granted a warm smile.  ❝  Thank you…  though you need not have gone to the effort.  They are as vibrant as my sincere gratitude.  You have a talent for color.  ❞

happy munday have some con pics !!

merlin is a bubble blowing bubble baby and is not allowed in this house of god

❝  It is to my understanding Merlin is very capable and talented  ??  I do not understand why people play such games.  Is it not foolish to play with fire, or has humanity changed more than I thought...  ❞