PARKS AND RECREATION 7.04 – Leslie And Ron

Papers in the wind. Hotaru, Good Samaritan despite the way he speaks of people: bends to help gather the materials which seemed to spill from the professor(?)’s hands. Sometimes a rabbit doesn’t know it’s crossed a lion and wanders in its den regardless. “… bad weather. Ah, here you go.”

a single second. lots can change in one   —   an arrow might strike true, or an encounter might occur. in a single second, his attention drifted. golden irises, deep and rich like pools of ichor, glance towards the sky. it's getting later, the purplish orange hue edging the far reaches of the sky warns him. still, the sun hangs up above with unchallenged bravado. it does not shy away from the shadows; it does not fear sinking beyond the skyline   —   it knows it will rise. it will always rise; its destined to shine, so let it do as it was destined. and in a single second, he's jealous of its certainty   —   of such a simple fate.

papers slipped from his fingers, plucked by thieving winds, howling and cackling as they went. a soft curse, a dead word, in a foreign land   —   slips from his lips. at the very least, none of them went far. explaining how he lost more than half of the documents pertaining to the school wouldn't have been a pleasant conversation. not that thane worries about such things. it's almost time for him to find another place, as things would have it. to see what the next school might offer   —   he's sure his colleagues are appalled by how often he comes and goes. their job security is why they stay. however, it's the security he does not want.

the thin metal clips in his dreads clink gently as he kneels carefully, none too eager to exacerbate old wounds. everything he does is stiff   —   a plain attempt at coddling discomfort. and suddenly, he's not alone, not that they crept 'pon him unseen. it's just more papers returned to his hands than he gathered himself. some of the glow in his gaze darkens if only for a moment; it's never truly gone   —   the lambent within.

❛  & —— and just like that, you're my favorite student.  ❜   lips curve into a mannerly smile.   ❛  even if we've never met before.  ❜   he straightens up, smoothing out each document, a practiced gesture.   ❛  thank you.  ❜

unprompted,

So what I'm learning is I need to deep-dive into their comics and story because the Flash is actually a ridiculously decent mentor by the looks of it.

"You're so fucking crazy!...omg you ARE my girl 😍❣️💕💞"

requested by anonymous

i was gonna say thane has a habit of taking in strays but then i remembered his presence alone makes animals run for dear life because all they feel is a predator hunting them. oddly enough, not fish though. he keeps a nice tropical fish tank which serves as a) stress relief and b) a way to vent his more controlling tendencies. talk to him about fish i guess

tag dump. ( 1/??? )

“Cass is the perfect fighter and she is always 100% serious in any of her fights. Shes not the hero to be thinking of jokes in a fight”

Cass:

she  insists——he  refuses.  it's  push  and  pull.  the  tug  of  the  waves  and  the  moon  'pon  each  other  where  neither  truly  wins.  for  a  moment,  he  thinks  of  his  past  ...  when  brandishing  his  spear  would  pave  the  way.  when  filling  these  roots  with  scarlet  would  make  his  will  absolute.  a  time  when  he  did  not  value  life  nor  know  their  pain.  now,  however,  he  does.  his  curse  subjects  him  to  a  sense  of  empathy  deeper  than  mere  sensation  &.  it  pains  him.  a  nagging  pain  only  kept  at  bay  with  his  strength  of  mind.

he  remains  obstinate  as  arms  fold  behind  his  back.  their  gaze  sweeps  these  woods,  drinking  in  the  absurdity  likely  thick  within  them.  it  remains  him  of  inodal——his  home.  a  strange  place  full  of  secrets  and  the  unknown.  maybe  a  trip  back,  after  this,  would  soothe  the  sickness  in  his  heart.  one  can  only  hope.

"i  answer  your  question,  yet  you  spurn  mine.  you  wound  me  deeply,  you  know?"  he  clicks  his  tongue.  "i  have  wandered  farther  than  you  can  imagine——far  from  a  realm  beyond  this  place.  i  am  far  from  a  human.  it's  an  insult  to  them  to  compare  them  to  my  ilk.  what's  the  word  of  this  land  ...  i'm  a  godling.  son  of  the  beast  who  stalks  the  higher  realms  to  bathe  their  eminence  in  blood."  the  hunt,  the  beast:  Upione.  "not  that  i  expect  them  to  be  known  here  ...  peer  deeper,  seerer.  surely  there's  an  answer  that  will  satisfy  you  among  the  stars." 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.

Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.

Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.

❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞

The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞

When does a CANDLE become a BLAZE? Whеn does a MAN become a MONSTER?