Aleister,

this was all for you.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

dead dogs are just happy you are here.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

@2DimensiMenfess “I’m not sure I have the knowledge to advise you with that,” he really is not one to ruminate about fragrances; he picks up whatever smells pleasant and goes along with it until it expires. His head tilts with his question. “Do you have any allergies?”

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

@2DimensiMenfess The pause in his limbs is almost systemic. His bewilderment comes off with palpability between them, and Aleister finds it shift to disbelief before it curls into something uncomfortable. He braves a glance behind his shoulder and sees nothing. “Where...?”

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

@2DRP_AU He swears he had only looked at the peculiarity of the mansion for a minute too long. There is no explaining how he finds himself at the doorstep, peering into the gap of the entrance left ajar and seemingly inviting. “Hello...?” he begins with a waver, dreading this already.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

@2DimensiMenfess You ask an odd question for someone he has only met quite literally a few seconds ago. “My resilience...? Perhaps,” the uncertainty lacing his answer is obvious. “Why do you ask?”

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

@2DRP_AU / Hello. Allow us to leave ‘lost’ as a keyword here in English. Thank you.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

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[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

Aleister likes holding hands. Hands are the agent of change; the smallest extension to our will and urge. to make it hold is to move it willingly, consciously—to choose and want this specific connection built. He loves it with a staggering ache that narrows his vision entirely.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

and terrible for not seeing him enough rather than accepting sometimes some things have to be put down, that people do not have the capacity for him—for them, for holding on when the suffering becomes a sting you can simply choose to dislodge.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

Aleister likes holding hands. Hands are the agent of change; the smallest extension to our will and urge. to make it hold is to move it willingly, consciously—to choose and want this specific connection built. He loves it with a staggering ache that narrows his vision entirely.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

The frustration and hatred budding in the middle of these thoughts are not true. Aleister does not hate—could not hate anyone for ever leaving him. His grief contorts his emotions into something bearable for his own consumption. He is more capable of swallowing they are cruel …

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

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[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

archival writing account. content warnings may include depiction of mental illness and struggles (idealization, splittings), suicidal ideations, and intrusive thoughts. please be warned.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

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　　 someday, far away,
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[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

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　　 ๋ 🪽
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[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

archival writing account. content warnings may include depiction of mental illness and struggles (idealization, splittings), suicidal ideations, and intrusive thoughts. please be warned.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

dead dogs are just happy you are here.

[Aleister, @sweetbelief]

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