[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]/ don't feel like you need to match this! he's just standing around.
When people said that the world wasn't fair, it was typically meant as an excuse. The world isn't fair, so I don't need to be either. The world isn't fair, so you shouldn't bother to fight it. The world isn't fair — the more he hears it, the more sick Orpheus becomes of the phase. He had always been obsessed with the questions that others struggled to answer. Religion and war and the way that people treated each other. But his childhood had ended abruptly, and with a question brought on by something far more personal: why? It was no longer about why people treated each other so awfully, just why he had to be the one facing the brunt of it. Blaming the world had never really been his style, but who else was left to blame? He was a child, he was innocent. He didn't deserve it.
It took a long time for him to understand that again. Even now his confidence in that comes and goes. His dad — his real dad, not the man that he could blame for his creation — had kept him safe long enough to rewrite those memories, the heavy weight on his chest that said it was his fault. Everything out there was cruel and cold, yet Orpheus had always had that safe little bubble, safely between the tiger's gentle, calloused paws. Or — not always. Safety, like security, died a spectacular death in his life. He hasn't washed that blood from his mind, even two years later.
There's no end to loss, it would seem. His dad wasn't his first or the last; there would be many more to come. But just the same, there was no end to new starts. He's not quite sure if that's what he's looking for here, but... maybe. He had spent the last few years losing himself to other people and beautiful places. Now was the time to rebuild. So the lion stands there with his eyes on the horizon, tail flicking behind him. His bright peppermint-like appearance sticks out like a sore thumb in this simpler landscape so he figures someone will be here soon. These groups always did have that in common.
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When people said that the world wasn't fair, it was typically meant as an excuse. The world isn't fair, so I don't need to be either. The world isn't fair, so you shouldn't bother to fight it. The world isn't fair — the more he hears it, the more sick Orpheus becomes of the phase. He had always been obsessed with the questions that others struggled to answer. Religion and war and the way that people treated each other. But his childhood had ended abruptly, and with a question brought on by something far more personal: why? It was no longer about why people treated each other so awfully, just why he had to be the one facing the brunt of it. Blaming the world had never really been his style, but who else was left to blame? He was a child, he was innocent. He didn't deserve it.
It took a long time for him to understand that again. Even now his confidence in that comes and goes. His dad — his real dad, not the man that he could blame for his creation — had kept him safe long enough to rewrite those memories, the heavy weight on his chest that said it was his fault. Everything out there was cruel and cold, yet Orpheus had always had that safe little bubble, safely between the tiger's gentle, calloused paws. Or — not always. Safety, like security, died a spectacular death in his life. He hasn't washed that blood from his mind, even two years later.
There's no end to loss, it would seem. His dad wasn't his first or the last; there would be many more to come. But just the same, there was no end to new starts. He's not quite sure if that's what he's looking for here, but... maybe. He had spent the last few years losing himself to other people and beautiful places. Now was the time to rebuild. So the lion stands there with his eyes on the horizon, tail flicking behind him. His bright peppermint-like appearance sticks out like a sore thumb in this simpler landscape so he figures someone will be here soon. These groups always did have that in common.
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣