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the mirror man was my opponent - anyone - Finnus - 12-11-2018 Life is crazy fickle. She has a habit, like the sea he stared at, of changing her mind, and she is mega moody. In one moment she is tame like untouched waters before dawnbreak and in the next she is as violent as a seastorm before luring the sharks to the aftermath if you were lucky enough to survive the first slam. Yet, no matter how frustrated you are with her, she tosses at you one measly good thing that makes it all near better, makes you want to continue living that pathetic life of yours a little longer. He had given her so much, the time and the effort, and just as greedily she had taken what he could offer. And damn near like any woman who knows what she is worth, or what she deserves, she would come to realize how fiercely she hated him and be forgotten the next day. It was bullshit is what it was. And so was this philosophical jargon he was internally monologuing. He would be better off for leaving—could start something fresh with a new persona in tow. Live freely and do what he liked, no longer submissive and weighted beneath a moody woman’s whims. This place would be different. No one knew him here, or so he thought. Couldn't really remember actually. But that still gave him just enough will to break his mild stare from the waves, curling the corners of his lips into a one sided grin as he turned inland. Maybe they’d remember him someday and the thought of them weeping made his heartbeat flutter in his chest with twisted anticipation. If only he could kill that urge to kiss her one more time. OOC- short, blah starter but I'm trying to start developing him. blank slate pone atm RE: the mirror man was my opponent - anyone - Kensa - 12-18-2018 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Finnus] RE: the mirror man was my opponent - anyone - Finnus - 02-26-2019 He had wondered how long it might be before he would collide again, with another or the past or whatever. At least he had been hopeful he would make it into the forest before all of that; give himself a chance to settle in a notch before maneuvering around the locals. But chance and life have a strange way of twisting their cords into the same strand of knotted fuckery. Like now, for example, when he takes all of three steps before practically tucking into a girl that manages to apparate out of nowhere. Or at least it sure as hell seemed like it. In response, she receives a slow blink as she glides beyond him to the point where he stood just before. Kensa, she says and he waits, turning enough to stare at her sideways in deliberation. Either that was a strange tongue of greeting or her name, and for once he grasps a fraction of his attention span for long enough to hear her voice carry over with more. It crosses his mind to keep walking, keep pressing on, but really he was just in a hurry to go nowhere; might as well waste a few more minutes with inquisitive company. As loaded as her question feels to him after she asks, and for as deeply as it cuts through to his own personal philosophies, he answers with raw truth. “I don’t know,” he says with a rolling shrug of his dusky shoulder, nearly apathetic with his admittance. She hadn’t asked for his name, and so he feels no obligation to give it yet; it may have been the polite thing to do, but good manners are a far reach from anything he’d ever want to claim to have in this world. Instead of a name, he offers a raised brow and a one-sided grin, “Got any suggestions?” @[Kensa] RE: the mirror man was my opponent - anyone - Kensa - 03-01-2019 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Finnus] |