(He’s following @fleetingchains.bsky.social around.)
(He’s following @fleetingchains.bsky.social around.)
(He’s kneeling beside a single wilted flower, gently brushing his fingers across its petals as if it were human.)
(He’s kneeling beside a single wilted flower, gently brushing his fingers across its petals as if it were human.)
something’s wrong.
something’s wrong.
(absentmindedly staring at you from afar.)
(absentmindedly staring at you from afar.)
(… If he says so.)
C'mon . We're goin' .
(He’s back on the timeline.)
(… If he says so.)
(He’s back on the timeline.)
(He’s back on the timeline.)
( #ocrp / #nsrrp / #bskyrp / #mvrp )
( #galacticskyrp )
"Try to celebrate and ignore the why."
( #ocrp / #nsrrp / #bskyrp / #mvrp )
( #galacticskyrp )
"Try to celebrate and ignore the why."
(Believe it or not, he doesn’t seem all that down today.)
(Believe it or not, he doesn’t seem all that down today.)
⠀ ⠀ ⠀I remain useful to her.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀She remains happy.
⠀> THE HYDROKINETIC FENNEC!
⠀ ⠀ ⠀It’s perfect.
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀I remain useful to her.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀She remains happy.
⠀> THE HYDROKINETIC FENNEC!
⠀ ⠀ ⠀It’s perfect.
⠀
(This is, unfortunately, only making him tear up.)
(He’s attempting to bury himself underneath sand.)
(This is, unfortunately, only making him tear up.)
… Burying myself alive and waiting patiently for death, that is, if it ever decides to take me.
(Tossing another handful of sand over his body.)
Hopefully sooner than later. 💧
… Burying myself alive and waiting patiently for death, that is, if it ever decides to take me.
(Tossing another handful of sand over his body.)
Hopefully sooner than later. 💧
(He’s attempting to bury himself underneath sand.)
(He’s attempting to bury himself underneath sand.)
(Beneath an exterior broken beyond repair, his expression shifted. For a brief moment, his eyes glimmered.
But to ever truly believe that this was genuinely the case was beyond him. Practically wishful thinking.
For every failed attempt at accepting these words, he resented himself a little more.)
(Beneath an exterior broken beyond repair, his expression shifted. For a brief moment, his eyes glimmered.
But to ever truly believe that this was genuinely the case was beyond him. Practically wishful thinking.
For every failed attempt at accepting these words, he resented himself a little more.)
… But I am. I’m terrible. Can’t you admit that?
L-listen, we all make mistakes, but ya dun' gotta act like y'er useless cause o' such ... 💧
(Returning.)
… I misinterpreted again. I’m sorry. Get rid of me.
… But I am. I’m terrible. Can’t you admit that?
(Returning.)
… I misinterpreted again. I’m sorry. Get rid of me.
(Immediately thinking he’s being asked to leave.
… Leaving.)
(Returning.)
… I misinterpreted again. I’m sorry. Get rid of me.