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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:52 am
 ...xTxRxIxSxTxAxNx... ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ This is a Self RP for Tristan. Please don't post here without permission. If you wish to RP with Tristan, please tell me and we'll work something out.
I may ask some people to join this RP, for a random encounter with Tristan, since he's bound to run into someone on his wanderings. ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:54 pm
▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ 'Tristan… Heh, I still remember my name… Yeah, I’m not totally lost yet. Well, at least I like to think that. Will you let me?’ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:11 am
▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ She left me after that, left without an answer. It doesn’t bother me too much anymore; I’ve gotten used to it. She leaves me often, every time I ask those sorts of questions, questions with ambiguity to them, questions that I can’t answer for myself. I find that there are quite a few of those nowadays, but no matter. I have long since given up on heaven to ever answer me, for heaven is the only thing that can provide me with answers now. I don’t know where to else to look for them. That, and I have long since given up on searching for answers as well. Answers are elusive things, and even when you think you finally have an answer, someday something will come up to make you question all over again. To me, that's not worth the effort, the frustration, or the heartache.
'... Oh? You’re back? I was beginning to think you were gone for good.'
It has been four days since she last spoke to me. It is usually three.
‘Yeah, I probably should go for a hunt soon… I’m not that thin… Oh please, I was always thin… Okay, maybe not this thin, but that’s beside the point… Hey, you were thinner, so don’t even start.’
She’s scolding me for not eating, but I don’t feel hungry right now, therefore I don’t think it’s necessary. She calls me ridiculous, telling me I’ve gotten too used to this self-destructive routine. It’s not self-destructive. It could be far worse. I know the extent that some go to, extents far more self-destructive. I almost want to tell her that. Almost. I won’t though, despite the fact that she’s irritating me. I would never do that. I would never be able to bring myself to do that. I love her too much.
And here it is again.
There is an ache that never seems to fade. Usually, it feels as though there are chains wrapped around my heart, chains with weights attached, always giving me this feeling as though something is pulling me down. It’s always present, and it always hurts. I’m not too sure why anymore. It’s been like this for as far back as I can remember, and that’s pretty damn far. Though now something is pulling on the chains, something darker and more sinister than simply the morosity that has consumed me. And it hurts... The sad thing is I've learned how to ignore it.
I should be crying. I used to when I was much younger whenever it got to this point. But I learned that crying has never served me well. Even so, I never cried in front of anyone. Not my mother, nor my father, nor anyone else. But she had an ability to sense when others were in distress, especially me. She also had an ability to comfort those feeling such distress, soothing them till they felt everything would be okay in the end. At least that's how I felt. Her touch would comfort me whenever she laid next to me, her soft, serene voice would calm me whenever she spoke, her eyes would strengthen me whenever I looked into them.
Her eyes… Those glistening green eyes…
They were always so sincere, gentle, and kind. Passionate emotions would surge within them whenever something came up that she felt strongly about, whether it be her opinions, her emotions, her life... Although, there was always something behind those amiable green eyes, something that I could never figure out. It was something dark, something ominous, a menacing thing that tortured her endlessly, but she never shared what this thing was. I was always troubled by it, and I knew how it troubled her. I had prodded at it, but never pried. I knew she detested that.
Now I wish I had.
I thought eventually she would open up to me. I thought eventually her fear would die. I thought eventually I could help her with this…
‘Why did you leave me?’ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:58 pm
▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ It's amazing how far you fell... ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:04 am
▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ... Forced myself to sleep last night,
Woke up to all white ...
... Saw all the tears and cries,
Screamed out with no reply ...
... Nirvana dreams were never right,
When crossing to the other side ...
... It's too late to take this back,
This accidental exit ...
Now what's in store for a soul with premature wings that will never soar for what they're made for?
Why we wingless angels fall?
We'll die if our wings don't grow at all.
So tell me why we wingless angels fall?
We'll die if our wings don't grow at all ...
... Life is always strange ...
... Signs lie wondering ...
... Mental sodomy ...
... This can't be happening ...
So tell me why we wingless angels fall?
We'll die if our wings don't grow at all ...
So tell me why we wingless angels fall?
We'll die if our wings don't grow at all ... ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄
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