pride [m o n s t e r]
honor [l i a r]
and dreams [n i g h t m a r e s]
{ Angeal Hewley Independent RP Blog }
whereisyourhonor started following you
Catches one of the feathers in his hand. ” … … Angeal. ” Gazes over him steadily, keeping his eye contact as focused as possible.
“—Zack.” The mentor stared at the boy—no the man—he had once called his student. His puppy. “… You are doing well?”
ooc: NEVERRRRRRRRRR.
ooc: NEVERRRRRRR. AAH. /pets face. you’re the first angeal … /tuch face.
ooc: NO WAI. YOU SERIOUS? //dead
“Hm. Honor is not an object. It is found inside us, my friend.”
Never awkward. dfkljalkf
ooc: mfw never awkward —
ooc: NEVERRRRRRRRRR.
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ooc: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. /melts all over you. step on me. and slip on me. so i can take all your attention. and you can try to wipe me off, but it just gets everywhere and you get mad and i just —
ooc: OH MY GAIA. I CAN’T. JUST. GET IN MY ARMS.
blueeyedcadet replied to your post: Cloud knocked on his door. Shifting slightly as he did so. He knew Angeal hated when he had to sign paperwork, but he didn’t really have a choice. Oh! He almost forgot. Lifting a hand his brushed part of his bangs over his eyes. Trying to hide the bruise there.
“I know you dislike it… but Cain insists I bring them to you… I don’t know why.” The boy stared at the ground at the mention of his officer.
“Cain?” He sighed. The man did not like the 2nd. Not a bit. “That man I swear. Does he have any idea how late it is?” Angeal sighed and looked at Cloud, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s a long walk back to the barracks. I’d rather you spent the night here instead.”
“—-Cloud.”