azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

He stared. Blue eyes boring into hers, Spirit stared at the woman like she was an alien life form.

“Nothing in this world is free,” he said softly, mistrust ingrained deep within him. She wanted something, and if it wasn’t money- Spirit didn’t like this. Not one bit. He frowned.

She stared back, slightly confused by the intensity with which he was looking at her. Their eyes, like themselves, where similar yet vastly different. Both blue, but drastically different shades. She wondered if that meant they were supposed to mix… Or would they always clash?

“Do you remember anything about me? Or about anything before we met here?” She wondered if it’d be wise to fill in the blanks for him… Or if that’d just make things worse. 

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

azusadeathscythequeen:

She was somewhat surprised by his reaction… She had always thought that his.. strong emotions where a large part of who he was. He could certainly be childish about certain things, but also passionate in a sort of admirable way. “Have you ever tried meditating before? It can help improve concentration… and as I mentioned, it can help one maintain emotional control.”

“I’ve tried to meditate, but I’m too…fidgety. I need to be doing things, otherwise…” He shrugged. “Otherwise I feel like I’m not doing anything.”

“Well… the point it to allow your mind to let go and not do anything… To be able to relax and clear your mind… How were you doing it? Were you sitting? Laying down? Have you been trying on your own, or with someone’s help?”

(Source: tribalpunk)

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

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((*Flails about to the end of the world* I MISSED YOU SO HARD <3))

((I’M A HORRIBLE PARTNER I’M SORRYYYYY))

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The bottle rattled against the floor before coming to rest near its cousins, an empty song in an empty room for an empty life. He’d failed, again. 

Spirit would always fail; it was in his nature to run and fall and escape when he was given the opportunity. He crawled into the bottle and had yet to come back out. Hours passed, maybe days; he was only aware of when the elixir ran out and then made the single-block trip to the store and back.

Benders wore a new meaning when they applied to the scythe and if there was anything he was good at, it was becoming numb by shades.