[ry0un0suke]

until the sun dies
 
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?̶̧̧̡̨̛̠͖̱̙͇̣̙̬͑̌̿͋̀͋̅͒̓́̄̒͌̉̏͌̈̚͜͝͝?̶̡̳̻̪̣̺͇̺̮̭̟̥̘͖̳͗͂͋̈́̔̏̚͝͝?̸̢̡̖̳̬̜̖̠̟́̈́̾̓́̚

i be gyou 

 
 
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?̶̧̧̡̨̛̠͖̱̙͇̣̙̬͑̌̿͋̀͋̅͒̓́̄̒͌̉̏͌̈̚͜͝͝?̶̡̳̻̪̣̺͇̺̮̭̟̥̘͖̳͗͂͋̈́̔̏̚͝͝?̸̢̡̖̳̬̜̖̠̟́̈́̾̓́̚
 please

 

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 spring

2188

[ry0un0suke]

until the sun dies

 
 

 
?̶̧̧̡̨̛̠͖̱̙͇̣̙̬͑̌̿͋̀͋̅͒̓́̄̒͌̉̏͌̈̚͜͝͝?̶̡̳̻̪̣̺͇̺̮̭̟̥̘͖̳͗͂͋̈́̔̏̚͝͝?̸̢̡̖̳̬̜̖̠̟́̈́̾̓́̚ 



- the teacher [LESSONS] [TAUGHT]
- i know i am not wise
- 2158
- with nothing but love,
- the child [SOUL] [SEEN]
- i know i am lonely
- i don't know
- living is beautiful
- the monarch [WAR] [EXECUTED]
- i know i am determined
- burning rays 
- starstruck
- the exorcist [CHANGE] [EXPERIENCED]
- i know i am not strong
- for some reason, i love you
- sun killer

 

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...writing feels impossible...

[ry0un0suke]

until the sun dies

?̶̧̧̡̨̛̠͖̱̙͇̣̙̬͑̌̿͋̀͋̅͒̓́̄̒͌̉̏͌̈̚͜͝͝?̶̡̳̻̪̣̺͇̺̮̭̟̥̘͖̳͗͂͋̈́̔̏̚͝͝?̸̢̡̖̳̬̜̖̠̟́̈́̾̓́̚
 
 
 
snippets
moments
glimpses
of seasons
turning ever on
before the century turns
within five of them:
 
[ LESSONS
❆
WINTER] 
The first child that came to my cottage was eleven years old and uninterested in learning magic. She barely stood to my hip and reeked. Raglike excuses for clothes barely dangling across her underfed frame. She rattled when she walked, creaking like an elderly man when barely over a decade. Like a lost puppy more than a child on the day of the first knock, one who ran against my legs, clinging tight and desperate. Lacking a proper name, I called her Girl.
 
[ SOUL
❀
SPRING ] 
Father went into his study again with a few men dressed expensive, like him. The good suits only the tailor makes with pretty frills and patterns. For special occasions, like my birthday or big dinner parties! I got to sit in the big chair during those, but he told me to go to my room when important guests are over because Miss Sene caught me listening to their conversations with my ear pressed against the door. I couldn't even hear anything! It sounded like mrrh mrhhh frr anyway. I hate when he scolds me, so I went outside because I wanted to! There I can't get "Luan, you know better than to do that." He sounds like that, you know.
 
[ WAR
☼
SUMMER ]
Those caught practicing black magic were hung not long after. Wealthy elites, peasants, whores, status did not save anyone from the continued execution of my father and the land's law. Before my crowning, they raised me to herald the Goddess and throne, large gaping holes that I struggle to fill, because I cannot bring myself to see these people hung.  I've seen men die in the coliseum, honorable, but my mother kept me away from executions that Her Wardens performed before she passed. The first one I saw was a product of black magic opposed to practicing it- a risen creature forced to live once more after it perished. The best of Her Wardens and most sacred, Warden Euphaedra, laid judgement.
 
[ CHANGE
⸙
AUTUMN ]
Well past midnight, my husband stumbled into the living room reeking of booze and smoke. He mumbled, slurred and sweet: I'm sorrys, and, it won't happen again, and, no I didn't sleep with her. He collapsed on the couch today instead of losing whatever lunch he swore he did not have with a woman he said he never spoke to all over the floor. This used to only happen when I asked Maris to pick up something from the market on his way home from work. Today I wanted raspberries and blueberries to make his favorite pie after I prepared the dinner he never arrived to. His bowl sat on the dining room table lit only by the lamp in the corner of the room beside a small couch I abandoned when the hour drew too late.

 

before 2200, i promise... oh, does anyone even care about my silly stories...?