&& icesuit. /// ( blue rose )
her hands are numb from the feeling. the deep, scratching feeling. the feeling that never satisfies. it lays in her abdomen and it feeds off his careless words. she can’t feel her fingers, her toes. they’ve gone cold, asleep. the only sensation she can pin: the pitter patter of her heart, sweet against her chest and pumping organic rhythm into her ears.
the constant chatter of the bar reduces to a lull in her mind, white noise, static. his words were something expected, though painful. maybe in her dreams he’d look over at her with soulful eyes and speak words of romance. maybe he’d wipe away tears from her virgin cheeks and softly sing her to sleep.
every child must learn, no matter how tragic the results, that make - believe is a dimension only accessed through naivety, and that we will wake to a much stronger, harsher world. even then, there is still a heart that yearns, that hopes. there are hands that reach for miracles and count the stars.
it’s unfair. unjust that a girl born of ice and solitude, thrust into a busy world, unable to fulfill her desires, isn’t able to have one last thing before she goes.
this world takes and it takes and it takes. it requires heroes to save it, yet it seems so unforgiving. why did she do these things, if not to get anything in return ?
despite her sorrow, karina smiles down at the drink in her hands. if it were kotetsu, he wouldn’t pay mind to the obstructions in his life, the darkness weighing down on his heart.
‘ nevermind — i don’t want to talk about it with you. ‘ she laughs, aces the act. and god please let him not see the tears in her eyes.
WORDS AS COLD AS HER ICE, thrown at him with little remorse only caused eyes to widen slightly. emphasis on last word only brought on confusion, && wonders as to what she’s feeling or going through. query circulates his mind endlessly, almost as if the problem on her SHOULDERS magically became his own ( he can’t help but WORRY ABOUT HER. ). ah, that gold heart of his, shining as brightly as ever at that moment.
ATTENTION HAD NO LONGER REMAINED ONTO TV, infection of love was no matter to be taken lightly. love, though simple when put into words && thought of without rest, is more fickle than one would expect. natural beating of the heart no longer beats for yourself, no longer gives you breath ; becomes the instrument of affection, the instrument of happiness, the instrument of pain that shall beat on without stop. breath never supplied by it any more, breath is obtained by seeing the one that captivates attention effortlessly. young love, as if from a fantasy, becomes the supportive friend && nefarious enemy.
REMINISCENT OF THE PAST, where love, such an alien concept, took ahold of his life. by none other than her hand. she, who was RAVISHING, she, who brought VALUE to his emotions … she, who has left without proper farewells. yes. love, the emotion that made him && broke him. the one thing laced with skepticism && held with fear of the damage it may cause upon him or others yet again ( a villain without form ).
❛ oi, ❜ the two had been working together for quite a while now. several occasions had they caught many criminals together, gained the points, save the people. yet, knowledge on one another had REMAINED LIMITED ; moments like these, where they sat down, the job out of the way && managed to spend time as friends, were a simple rarity. that’s why she doesn’t know him. ❛ i don’t mind if you don’t want to speak about it. ❜ sincere, thoughtful, solemn words escaped from him. deliberate. at first impression, any individual infers without second doubts that he is dense —— nothing more than a goof. ❛ but … ❜ while quirky in his own respect, he was never DENSE ON EMOTIONS. he was never one to turn a blind eye on those that needed help. he only strives to help others. ❛ if it hurts you enough to cause those gentle eyes of yours be filled with tears, i can’t ignore it. karina, are you OK? ❜