I’m sorry, I’m in a bad mood. I’ll be back in a bit….
WeHeartIt is plain disrespectful, it allows people to steal art from absolutely any website. It is rude and unfair that the artists who put time and…
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weheartit is actual GARBAGE
my graphics have ended up on that piece of shit website one time too many
which has led to people reposting them here on tumblr one time too many
and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT ANYMORE
Someone give the woru sweets. He is a tired thing.
Nagisa spays whipped cream over the front of his pants.
Get to sucking, Kaworu.
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"I’ll be fine," Kaworu reassures him with an innocent smile. He knows the other means well, even if his concern is expressed in rather… tiring ways. The overprotective nature Nagisa displays can be stifling at times. But Kaworu knows better than to point that out and cause further trouble down the road.
Speaking of the road— is that a cluster of flowers ahead? Kaworu’s hand slips free from Nagisa’s as he rushes up ahead to get a closer look. Several poppies spring out of the ground, slowly dying but surely there. “Nagisa, can we stop here? There are flowers here!”
A ways ahead, up where the crumbled remains of a building rest, three figures peek out at the two young travelers. They seem intrigued.
Nagisa says nothing as the other runs ahead, taking a quick glance around as he follows. It seemed clear. As he quickened his steps to catch up, he thought of how fresh the atmosphere in particular was. Rather improved from being entrapped in a shelter, nothing but bitter darkness and stale air. He knows how it affects Kaworu. He wishes there was something better, but if he wanted to keep him safe, there was little he could do in the manner.
He gives a small fond smile as he spots that the smaller had already started to carefully pick a few flowers from it’s bedding.
Flowers… those sound nice. Though by now, they’re probably on the verge of withering away against the cold autumn breezes. A chance to see wild flowers won’t come about again for quite some time.
"Yes," Kaworu replies, giving the other’s hand a gentle squeeze. "I’d like that. And with you there, I’m certain it’ll all be fine. No need to worry, right?"
The world had changed for the worse since the tides of the apocalypse hit them. Surviving peoples became hostile, willing to kill those unknown to them in order to prolong their own lives. Kaworu wishes to avoid seeing all that. He doesn’t take well to the horror of it all. It unsettles him.
Nagisa pulls the other along, beginning their walk ahead. It was still fairly bright and won’t be getting dark until much later. That was one less matter to worry of. Only one of many.
"Don’t push yourself." He warns after they had already traveled quite a distance. "If you start to feel tired, we’re going back, alright?" Granted, Kaworu is still one to keep to himself and now that he’s indulged in the other’s request, there’s no telling how resilient he’ll try to be.
Shaun stops cutting to point the knife and a glare at the other man. “When’s the last time you saw a Brahmin? Prewar, animals would seek shelter before any natural disasters. Plus there’s the awful stink of debris in the air,” he huffs. Returning to work, the younger presses the blade through the last few rungs. Large enough for him to weasel through, scrapes be damned.
And so, he starts the weaseling.
"Whoa, hold it there." Man, wait for him to cut just a few more threads at least. Impatient brat… Nagisa sighs before carefully taking a hold of the other’s forearms and pulling forward slightly to help. Those are rather bony forearms by the way. Just how has this kid survived so far?
Kaworu blinks in surprise before practically jumping forward, face lit up with excitement. He hadn’t expected his pleas to be recognized. “You mean it? Really? I… Where would you like to go, Nagisa?”
Already he’s become much more lively and enthusiastic, the dull paleness of his skin practically aglow as he muses over what’s to come. Kaworu hasn’t been beyond their house in ages. Not since the chaos happened and split the earth and sky.
He giggles as Nagisa kisses his hand. It’s a sweet gesture, one he prefers to the rough treatment from earlier. “I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.”
Nagisa thinks about the paths he usually takes to, one in particular where he had laid out markings in case they’d ever have to run from their shelter. It’s desolate and not very traveled. Though, it has it’s notable features.
"Here," He says while getting up, still holding on to Kaworu’s hand, "there’s a path that has a lot of wild flowers. Would you like to go there?"
LEAH I HEARD IT LEAH, HE CRIES LIKE A LITTLE ANGEL
childofthetimelooping: (Shin) KT, I’m angry, let’s have sex
"Nagisa, I drew a picture of you! Would you like to see it?"
Tabs, are you getting those two mixed or?
SHE USED MY FULL NAME WHEN SCOLDING ME I’M IN DEEP SHIT
KIND? Why the fuck should I have to be KIND to others I don’t owe them anything what the fuck have they given me for it no I should set everyone on fire and watch them scream in agony-
"Yes my dear precious Kaworu…"
"I’m happy to see that you’ve begun to tone down your wild behavior. You’re less likely to kill people in a fit of anger now!"
Maybe Shaun should actually put forth some effort here. Maybe. Yeah, he’ll do that; the young man draws his own obviously handmade knife, starting to cut from above his head. The poor attempt at conversation draws a snort from him and a side glance.
"Acid rain’s coming soon," he mutters, making quick work of the first threading.
Oh. Is it now. “You some kind of weather man?” Nagisa asks while taking a quick look above him. Sure, the clouds seemed to be gradually darkening but that doesn’t always bring rain. A hole large enough for the other to uncomfortably squeeze though is torn but he continues to work a bit more at it.