╔《 ACT I — The Boy Who Burned Bright 》╗
“ Everyone sees the fire.
They never ask about the person
trying to keep it from burning out. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — The Boy Who Burned Bright 》╗
“ Everyone sees the fire.
They never ask about the person
trying to keep it from burning out. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — The Boy Who Burned Bright 》╗
“ Everyone sees the fire.
They never ask about the person
trying to keep it from burning out. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — The Boy Who Burned Bright 》╗
“ Everyone sees the fire.
They never ask about the person
trying to keep it from burning out. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
In kahoots w/ @VeiledForce-
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╔《 ACT I — The Boy Who Burned Bright 》╗
“ Everyone sees the fire.
They never ask about the person
trying to keep it from burning out. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — THE LAST LIGHT OF THE PARADE 》╗
“They hear the music and think it means the
end. They never understand…
the parade only begins when someone
needs a reason to keep walking.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — THE LAST LIGHT OF THE PARADE 》╗
“They hear the music and think it means the
end. They never understand…
the parade only begins when someone
needs a reason to keep walking.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
( a celestial oc based on the song “ Welcome to the Black Parade “ by My Chemical Romance )
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╔《 ACT I — THE LAST LIGHT OF THE PARADE 》╗
“They hear the music and think it means the
end. They never understand…
the parade only begins when someone
needs a reason to keep walking.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
( spams are also welcome if you so wish <3 )
✦ Echoes of Yesterday
Asterion can manifest memories so vividly they become tangible.
A dying soldier may feel home one last time. A grieving child might hear their mother’s lullaby. A lonely king could stand once more beneath the stars of his youth.
He never creates illusions. Only truth remembered.