It's growing up with a semblance of hope in a world you don't understand and watching the cracks form in the people around you. It's pretending those same etchings aren't crawling under your own skin, even as a dagger pierces the neck of a man who could've been a real father in another life. It's watching those red, deep red, crimson red drying into black form on the weathered outlines of your palm.
It's watching a boy become a legend and-
It's watching a boy become a liar.
It's funny because he can almost grasp long lost days in his mind, but they get fuzzier. Less vivid. Less real when the gurgled sputtering of a corpse is able to drown out memories of laughter. Of fun. Of sleepovers and quiet nights under blankets. Of shared toys and stick fights.
It's so goddamn funny.]
Oh! I didn't expect to see you here - it's been awhile.
[A feigned smile, a softness in his tone - a mask to the marred reality they're both living in. This chance meeting through the town doesn't feel like a kind stick being through by fate - it feels like a war cry. Like a sword etching more cracks between them all, like-]
did u know pauxitawny phil gains its power through a groundhog potion made of other pauxitawny phils
It's growing up with a semblance of hope in a world you don't understand and watching the cracks form in the people around you. It's pretending those same etchings aren't crawling under your own skin, even as a dagger pierces the neck of a man who could've been a real father in another life. It's watching those red, deep red, crimson red drying into black form on the weathered outlines of your palm.
It's watching a boy become a legend and-
It's watching a boy become a liar.
It's funny because he can almost grasp long lost days in his mind, but they get fuzzier. Less vivid. Less real when the gurgled sputtering of a corpse is able to drown out memories of laughter. Of fun. Of sleepovers and quiet nights under blankets. Of shared toys and stick fights.
It's so goddamn funny.]
Oh! I didn't expect to see you here - it's been awhile.
[A feigned smile, a softness in his tone - a mask to the marred reality they're both living in. This chance meeting through the town doesn't feel like a kind stick being through by fate - it feels like a war cry. Like a sword etching more cracks between them all, like-]
I take it you're looking for Eren?