ใ ๅคไธญใฎ้ฌผ ใ
๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ '๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐,
๐๐:๐๐
The old man opened the door to his room, loud creak breaking the silence in the dark space. Only the soft lights of outside breaking into the room by curtained windows.
ใ ๆญฃ็พฉ ใฎ ้ฌผ ใ
Muse goes by Dashi ๅบๆฑ. He / They.
Investigative Journalist in Johto. Always seem to be busy.
NSFW Portrayal. No Lewd.
cw: Gore, Fire Guns, Murder, Deteriorating Mental Health Depictions.
Here is the truth: I keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it wonโt. I keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger into the ocean, but no one can.
And youโre whispering, youโre begging,
Save me, save me, save me,
into skin that isnโt yours โ
as if there had ever been enough of anything in you left to save.
@godsswept [ A Luxray comes out to sniff at nova during the brief time Dashi takes to brew coffee. He's running back soon, though. ]
HEY SO I didn't know if you like sugar so I bought sugar too, with a spoon so you put if you want. Here's your mug it's still boiling hot be careful.