⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷

⠀⠀ ⠀ .͟.͟.͟ ⠀ 𝒕his ⠀ ⠀ is ⠀ 𝗼𝗻ly ⠀ gon𝐧a ⠀ br𝚎𝚊𝚔 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ y𝒐ur ⠀ #HE͟ART ⠀ ͟,⠀ ⠀ @infortunis ⠀ .ᐟ

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

if the 𝐅ATHER is 𝘢 MI𝙽ER ╱ then, so sh𝒂ll the #⃝ 𝗦ON ᭥⠀ ͟ ⟢ i once 𝒕hought the 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 ( … )

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

I ain’t botherin’ you anyhow.

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

That ain’t a thing 、 y’cant hear what’s goin’ on in somebody’s head.

(Thinking….💭 well 、 if it’s Orpheus… grumbling & shaking his own.)

[︎ ݁⁎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ˓ ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ 𝐋ᴼᴼ𝐊 𝐁𝗮͜𝚌𝐊 ︎ .ᐟ🖊️ @lnalias]

I'm trying to read and I can practically hear your thoughts ⹁ mind you a rare occurrence.
Do you need to be hunched upon the ground to think 𖤠

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

Thinkin’. What’s it matter t’ you?

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

(Eyes narrow 、his gaze has practically been trying to etch itself into the floor.)

[︎ ݁⁎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ˓ ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ 𝐋ᴼᴼ𝐊 𝐁𝗮͜𝚌𝐊 ︎ .ᐟ🖊️ @lnalias]

( Has been trying to ignore him in favour of a good book for fifteen minutes now. )

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

account follows ashes of memory / AOM is main tl

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

12/7 ; cr. icon _kantantan_ , matching with others.

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

(Hunched over 、focus elsewhere.)

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

/

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

Y’don’t gotta act like a charity case about it. How’d y’find that out, anyway?

[‍ # ‍ 𝑴͟𝐈𝐒𝐒 ╱ 𝐌𝙸𝐒𝙴𝐑𝚈. @infortunis]

the most happiest
of birthdays to
@pyriteur ..

i hope your day
treats you as
wonderfully as
you deserve. 🩵

[۟ @sidereumnoxe]

⠀the chains are broken , but are you truly free .ᐣ

[RIEU💧💧💧 @RIEUyo]

🎄

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝓭𝐞𝐚𝐫, ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝓿𝐢𝐜𝖙͟𝖔͟𝖗͟ @INFEROLETTER]

Oh!

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

diagnosis. it forgets everything it is. anger. rage. distance. poverty. the lonely soul is lonely again. love turns to mockery. it dies. it is reborn. worse. lonelier.

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

He frowns、 tongue pushing around in his mouth. “Didn’t say I was lookin’ for nothing,” easily avoided, walking down the steps, specks of dirt tracking behind his boots—arms fall to his sides, hands idly shoved into his pockets. “What’s it matter t’you?”

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𝗠𝘈𝘛𝚁IPH𝗔͟𝑮͟𝒀͟.͟ @ichorswoe]

Brows raise, invisible. How 𝗻𝙞𝙘𝙚 he is. ˊˊ Hm. Alright then. ˊˊ She turns her head back toward the beehives. ˊˊ What are you looking for ? ˊˊ Gloved fingertips reach to shift the boxes.

[yammie🩵 @YamiK0I]

merry yaoimas and happy new yuri!!!!!
📰🐝🧐🧲🎹
#identityVイラスト #第五人格 #IdentityV

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

“ ’S part of the manor,” he lazily defends、 arms folded over his chest, leaning on the doorframe. “I get it’s your li’l sanctuary but I didn’t come here t’bother you, so just leave it.” Eyes dart around for something, but he’s not saying what.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𝗠𝘈𝘛𝚁IPH𝗔͟𝑮͟𝒀͟.͟ @ichorswoe]

She blinks, unbeknownst to him. Standing, brushing dirt from knees. ˊˊ No. I was simply wondering why you're around * here. ˊˊ Persistence. Thin brows are furrowed beneath cloth, she doesn't believe he's here for a '𝘀cenic view.'

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

Of course, it should be expected to see the Entomologist in her natural habitat—and yet, Norton still hoped he would be able to avoid her eyes. He’s mostly unphased, however, if only slightly annoyed. “S’it a problem, Mrs. Plinius?” Dodging the question.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𝗠𝘈𝘛𝚁IPH𝗔͟𝑮͟𝒀͟.͟ @ichorswoe]

𝐹ingers brush over soil, kneeled calmly within the silence of the greenhouse. Veiled face lifts at a single noise, abrupt. Turning, just as @pyriteur comes into view. ˊˊ ... Mr. Campbell. What might * you be doing out 𝗵ere ? ˊˊ

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

he doesn’t know whether to feel deceived, or perhaps repulsed. With her or himself? What right does he have to think that way anymore, really?

“……. ‘Least it’s not gettin’ everywhere, right? Seems like you, uh, got more up your sleeve than I thought.”

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

A wave of cool washes over him, leaning his head back over the chair. Breath stutters, then stills, and finally returns to it’s regular pace. A bead of sweat trickles down from the line of his hair to his cheek, bringing thumb up to swipe it away. He hardly heard her

[‍ # ‍ 𝑴͟𝐈𝐒𝐒 ╱ 𝐌𝙸𝐒𝙴𝐑𝚈. @infortunis]

forgive herself for
not letting him bleed
out on the floor.
a fickle mess to
remove from her
conscious.

he’s fine; he’s alive.

[⟢͟ ‍ ݁ ‍˖ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͟♱ ‎ ‎ 𝒍 ͡┈ e̲t ‎ ‎ 𝗱o𝚠𝚗. ‎ 丷 @pyriteur]

but all of it certainly isn’t the most relieving thing ever. Being around her isn’t, either. Not after….

Well, no one ever enjoys being in this kind of position. It never seems to change with him.

Sparing another glance—it’s that look in her eyes—