I Want To Travel On This Train

I want to travel on this train

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤMETAㅤ—ㅤMisha.

Okay, so not REALLY a meta but I remember when I was first getting into H/SR, I was wondering why they chose Misha's path to be destruction. It felt really unfitting for a child who's so polite and delicate and is literally described in game as ' cute and naive ' ( even though, yes I will admit he's my ONLY somewhat built character at the moment and my main DPS ).

Then I realized. The TRAILBLAZER'S starting path is destruction.

It's a reflection of the Trailblazer ( or perhaps even the other way around ).

I'm not coping, you guys are !

Will have some replies and starters up tomorrow ! Thank you for your patience !

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. The two of them had started to reconnect. In this hellish world full of bloodthirsty vampires and humans where not even his own BROTHER would defend him, Monsieur Garth was probably, no definitely the only one that he COULD trust. The two were almost the same after all; victims of brutal experiments that somehow wound up in the hands of a mad Count.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤFully trusting people thoughㅤ—ㅤhow could he even do THAT anymore ? He had given EVERYTHING to his brother and yet somehow he was here; completely alone in this fight for HAPPIER DAYS to return.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe child was silent; at a loss for what to say as those radiant blue eyes simply stared at those scrawled words. What does he even SAY to him ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI don'tㅤ—ㅤI don't know. I DO like you. You're a KIND person. It's justㅤ—ㅤTERRIFYING even trusting people anymore.ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise asked: (Mikhail)

' prove it to me. ' ( Garth )

PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND SOME VILLAINY

A reasonable request, but one that he wasn't too sure on just how to prove it. If he were in Misha's shoes, he'd be just as doubtful, especially when they'd both been through so much in the past. But, it wasn't like he had much a choice in what he now done. The Comte had saved him, when everyone else had left him for dead - he owned him his life...as hated as that happened to be at times.

'Even if I do things for him...I'm still on your side. You can still trust me...I just don't know how I can really prove that. I'd thought we'd started to reconnect'

He'd scribbled out the last few words as it seemed a little guilt trippy to him, a sigh instead heard as he gave a small shrug.

'What can I do to earn your trust then?'

Yehuda Amichai, from The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai; “I Was The Moon,” (edited)