_{; ✿ ⇢ “T-they just.. use me.. to get to each other. C-can’t they call off the fighting..?”}

✿ ;; STRANGER.

_{☁ ;; — She stares at the stranger, blue eyes sparkling with interest. “Red,” she said simply, finger pointing up at her head. “It’s… red…” Was she unsure if she was dreaming? Yep. And so her slim hands pinched her own cheeks, hues immediately brightening once she realizes it’s not.}

             _{”It’s… Really red…!”} 

_{; ✿ ⇢ Confusion reigns over all emotion for a quick moment, before the girl nods her head, rather slowly. “Ah.. Y-you mean my hair…?” Question is given, followed by hands lifting to tug very lightly at a few of the spiky strands hanging over her shoulders. That’s the only thing this other could be talking about– right? Her hair..?}

                             _{"I-if so.. Y-yeah, it’s pretty red.. But so is S-splendont’s… “}

_{; ✿ ⇢ Cue a tired yawn– seems someone’s been too paranoid to sleep lately.}

geislun:

                                                        ♟
                                           Can we be saved
                               Has the damage all been done
                            Is it too late to reverse what we’ve
                                               b e c o m e ?                   
                                                        ♚

; ✿ ⇢ Fingers idly comb through slightly tangled tresses, tugging free a few of the looser knots. It’s a nervous tic she’s learned was developed over time, along with many more. Such as the way her feet shuffled as quietly as possible when walking, listening out for just about anything and everything that might be coming around the corner.
Like a kitchen wall.
… Or a rabid dog.
… Or maybe even a spaceship?

She could never tell with this town, could she? It was the case of either staying as far away from things as possible, or to suffer painful things every day. Of course, with the luck this girl had, she often suffered either way, from the simplest of things, too.

An…. BAM– ! Turns out thinking about messing things up usually leads to just that. 

The fingers that had been combing through her hair now rested atop her head, nursing a growing bump– this was why you shouldn’t walk looking at the ground, street signs try to bite you.

“O-.. Ow owowowww…" 

_{; ✿ ⇢ “.. I-I’m sorry– I didn’t see you..”}

_{“.. Ah–!! J-jules..!”}

umbrammollit:

Help is on the way  

                                      ————————

                                                                  but none never came…