Unbreakable? Or Untouchable When Broken.

stolenbystars‌.

CHIN UPON PALM , adam sits towards the side ZONING OUT as a slumrat barters with his parents , the tones edging JUST SHY of AGGRESSIVE— THAT doesn’t concern him , he’s USED to this sort of thing by now - NO , the only thing that brings him back to reality is a HUSHED VOICE at his side .

BLINKING , young shopkeep looks towards the side & spots shiro , a familiar face for which inspires a SMILE to spread across his own—

the request is met with adam glancing over his shoulder towards his parents , the two showing STEADFAST PERSISTENCE in their position , giving the buyer their TOTAL ATTENTION— so it’s with EASE that adam slips from the stall , grabbing at his loose jacket & tugging it on , knocking shoulder against shiro’s own part in GREETING , part in urge to quickly blend into the crowd—

                            “ thanks for the save - did you come out here just to get me ?”

  unable to prevent a smile of his own from spreading WIDE at the sight of adam’s, shiro moves quickly at the other’s side, brushing past shoppers so adam’s parents don’t notice them slipping off. did he come out here just to get adam? one hundred percent yes. but... does he say that? or does he say he was just in the area? which one is less... DESPERATE and BLATANT in just how much he’s been craving the other boy’s company? does it... does it even matter? god, he’s so BAD at this.

     “ i--- ...yeah. ”  he decides to admit, warmth rushing to his face and eyes dropping to their feet. a quiet, sheepish bit of a chuckle leaves shiro, and he shrugs.  “ i thought you’d probably like a break. and... i missed you. ”

--was that too much? oh, it was too much, wasn’t it... continuing to AVOID glancing over at adam, shiro clears his throat and quickly adds on;

     “ i mean--- it’s been a while since we’ve hung out, you know? ”

“Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?”

— Danielle LaPorte (via amortizing)

@fearfcrged   /   fantasy sc.

     “ you’re... not from around here, are you? ”

  it’s the distinct scent of WATER, water from no familiar nearby body, which tips him off. sometimes people from the nearby town venture into the woods, but it’s RARER for strangers from farther away to turn up. shiro can’t help but to be intrigued  ---  ON HIS GUARD of course, just to be safe, but intrigued. this is no mundane; he can sense the magic of the other, though he can’t tell what sort it is. most of what he picks up on from the man, he gathers through scent.

     “ not anywhere nearby... ”  a wanderer, perhaps? dox would tell him to be more SUSPICIOUS of someone like this, but the stranger appears more lost than determined. it’s unlikely he’s here for anything to do with the shaman or his werewolf companion.  “ did something bring you here? ”

@vrepit-sa​:  Breathes down the back of Shiro’s neck

     “ god-- ”

  jumping in ALARM at the sensation of hot breath on the back of his neck, some space is put between them as shiro WHIPS AROUND, fist at the ready. eyes fall upon sendak, however, and with a moment of hesitation, he relaxes. slightly.

     “ don’t do that, ”  he about snaps, anxiety triggered and keeping him on edge. how, he has to wonder for the UPTEENTH time, is someone so large able to be so damn quiet?  “ surely you have better things to do than trying to SCARE ME. ”

grimesucker‌.

during the process of shiro’s physical shift the shaman stands, hands finding placement upon his hips. a brow ARCHES in reaction to the boy’s words, followed by a NOD. he’s already AWARE of the trouble in the woods, & has been speaking with the roots & the leaves in search of a TRAIL - but all the nature tells him is that there’s an unfamiliar DARKNESS, not one that WELCOMES nocturnal existence ; the roots remain hidden beneath the earth , & the shaking to the leaves is not always by cause of a BREEZE—something out there FRIGHTENS them, & dox is having some difficulty in PINPOINTING it.

there’d been a time some days ago wherein he’d tried to project his consciousness into the woods, meld into the earth & astral travel to find the SOURCE of the wickedness, but there’d been something that CUT him OFF—whatever corruption has intruded his woods is VILE & jam-packed with it’s own runes & enchantments meant to BLOCK him OUT—not only had dox hit a BARRIER in his search, but he’d been forcibly SHOVED back into his body, & had been met with a churning SICKNESS that had him spitting up thick, black BILE for two days.

his concerns towards the source have him wondering towards the FORM it takes—the tenebrosity is, itself, more a GLOOM than anything else, a SICKNESS, but where it sprouted from has the shaman curious - a curse ? an angered spirit ? a practiced warlock’s phylactery left to spit forth darkness where it’s been set ? whatever it is, it’s causing a DISEASE to his WOODS, & dox will see the infection dealt with.

                                          “ i know - i’ve been looking for it, but it blocks me. ”

the shaman is certain that if shiro COULD pick up on the scent, it’d be rather NAUSEATING - as it is, even the werewolf’s capable nose is deterred by whatever warding the entity protects itself with.

                                    “ so far there’s been no DAMAGE, but it sure as shit                                       doesn’t feel PASSIVE. just—be careful goin’ out, yeah ?”

…urges the shaman who keeps sending the werewolf on ERRANDS. LOOK, he ensures the kid’s got his charms on, & things on this side of the forest haven’t faced the worst of the Gloom - as it’s to be henceforth referred as ; whatever it is is spreading, certainly, but it’s SLOW-GOING, & while dox carries CONCERN for the ENTIRETY of his domain & that which lives within, he has to keep asking tasks of shiro to ensure he’s stocked up on what he needs - were dox to step off the grounds of his woods, his forest would be severely weakened, even more susceptible to the affliction.

                                         “ —but i’ll get it, it’ll be handled. c’mon, you hungry ?”

  that’s news. this is all news, actually. the fact that there’s some... ---WHAT? force? entity? --- in the woods alone is something he hasn’t realized, but the fact that dox ALREADY KNOWS this is what catches him more by surprise. how long has he known? and why hasn’t he said anything? especially if he’s already been trying to look for it?

eyebrows furrowing further, shiro shoves himself up from the floor, wiping the dust from his hands  ---  both that of FLESH and that of FOLIAGE and MAGIC  ---  and pursing his lips. he hates it when dox hides things from him. he doesn’t want to be protected, he wants to HELP when something’s wrong.

     “ yeah, starving, ”  he nods slowly, though the expression doesn’t leave his features. having spent most of the day walking, yeah, he’s pretty darn hungry, so he’s not about to TURN DOWN food even if he does want to have a serious word with dox.

     “ how long have you been aware of this... thing? whatever it is? ”  question comes as the boy steps further into the kitchen area, coming to lean back against one of the counters. “ and why haven’t you SAID anything? you had to know i’d notice something’s wrong at some point, even if i’m not as in tune with nature as you are. ”

the millennium series by stieg larsson death, violence, suicide mention.  

“i’m a survivor. i do what i have to do to survive.”  

“you’ll have my support if you need it.”

“i’m just a freak, that’s all.”

“you don’t believe in god?”

“thanks for being my friend.”

“sorry. i wasn’t listening.”

“you’re going to have some serious bruises for a while.”

“that was brave but awfully stupid.”

“you look like you just woke up.”

“everyone has secrets. it’s just a matter of finding out what they are.”

“up until then, i had thought about killing myself.” 

“this is… not healthy.”

“what would you do if it was me?”

“i think you’re awake.”  

“would you like company?”

“i’m not a child any more.”

“if your questions piss me off, i won’t answer.” 

“everyone has to have something to believe in.”

“fuck you too. need help?”

“i’m going to kill you!”

“a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and all that crap.”

“you have to concentrate on getting well.”

“usually it’s other people who don’t give a shit about me.”

“you look like a car crash.”  

“why don’t you want to talk to the police?”

“i can keep a secret, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“you’ve been hurt and had surgery.”

“i need somebody to tell me if i’m doing anything stupid.”

“they’ll twist what i say and use it against me.”

“what kind of weapon is it?”

“what i’m thinking of asking you is unethical and it might be illegal. but morally, it’s the right thing to do.”

“no bones broken?”  

“i wasn’t going to let that motherfucker kill you.”

“go home and get some sleep.”

“if you’re nice to me, i’ll be nice to you.”

“that was a serious mistake.”

“don’t ever do anything for nothing.”    

“that’s not a detail, it’s a whole novel.”

“you’ve had an operation and you’re in the intensive care unit.”

“am i being arrested?”

“you don’t give a shit about other people.”

“i thought you’d died.”

“am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?”

— Brenna Twohy, from “I Know It’s a Little Late,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)

                      ―  dear atlas, you cannot FALL.                             dear atlas, you cannot BREAK.                             dear atlas, you MUST endure.                             for if YOU break, the WORLD does too.

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shieldedchild​.

@kienokoru​

“Hey, Shiro? Have you ever considered, Idunno.. accessorizing your arm? Maybe try some pastels instead of emo-gray?”

     “ ...i’ve never really thought about it. the idea is kind of... ”  frowning as he contemplates, his gaze drops to the prosthetic.  “ ...a brighter colour would only draw more attention to it. ”

@widespreadroots​  //  velum.  (x)

Velum listened to Shiro, and empathy tugged at her heart as he spoke. There was a weight behind his words that Velum would never truly understand; secrets that Shiro kept just to make sure everyone else was comfortable… With a small, comforting chirp, she crawls into his lap and envelops him in her wings. He didn’t have to tell her anything he didn’t want to, but, she felt that this was the least she could do for her dear friend. A silent way of letting him know she was there, and would be there, whenever he needed it.

  sudden weight in his lap managed to take him by surprise; he hadn’t, at least on the SURFACE, meant much by the words beyond a statement on how no one’s life is perfect and that... well, there WAS a lot that could go wrong. he hadn’t been speaking of his own  ---  and yet, maybe subconsciously he HAD been.

blinking, he peered down at velum, his surprise quickly wearing away to something softer. a smile spread, though small, and appreciation showed itself clearly in his eyes. arms slid around his small friend, returning the hug, one hand raising to sort of PET along her head.

     “ thank you, ”  he spoke in a murmur, the moment now hitting him HARDER than he’d initially intended, and quite abruptly so. there was a clench in his chest, but having velum there... it was a comfort.  “ you’re a good friend, you know that? ”