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──────────────────────── ARC 016,   GROWS WHILE I DECAY  /   I'M RUNNIN' FOR MY LIFE.    ⌬ ، ❴ REBELLION ❵:   the time had come,  (…)  time for him throw away the old mastery,  and bloom into a new era of expertise.  the experience that led him to where he is today may have brought him temporary solace,  but a BUTTERFLY cannot take flight with a caterpillar's legs.   *   (  THE CHRYSALIS IS MY LIMIT,  &.  I WILL BREAK THROUGH IT.  )  ██: LOOK AT ME,  I'M NEVER COMING DOWN.

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/    THIS IS SO PRETTYYYYY
          
          /dude/!    watch it next time,    you almost made me drop all my stuff!    :0

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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲ ☪  @luckysevyn:   oh,    i'm sorry!   you still have everything right?  [  his eyes flicker down to search the ground,  making sure that nothing in her hands had fallen  &  rolled away,    as most things did during such an inconvenient time.  it was blurry,   as always,  but he couldn't make out anything else besides the grey concrete  &  asphalt road,   which led matthew to believe that everything must've been okay.   ]   should've went with my contacts today,   these lenses don't really do anything to help.
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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲ ☪  @videtamare:  you could ask jariyan to treat it for you    ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵ ̵   although he'd probably scold you the entire time,   [  he snorts,   not in amusement from their current predicament,  but recalling how many times he'd heard the “sanguinaire extraordinare” go off on him during some of his treatments.  ]   he always acts like a mother when it's anyone except /himself/ he's treating.   it's weird,  but i'm in no place to judge.   (..)   let me take a look at it.   i can try doing something for right now.
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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲ ☪  @mcndhearts:  i'd love to see it again,   but,   i can't exactly speak for the others.  [  matthew clicks his tongue,   fingers absentmindedly carding through alistair's hair at the thought of it being such a vibrant crimson again.  though matthew was a little bit more elated than he should've been at the idea,  he wasn't really sure whether or not it was a good one.  was it really time for a change?  or would all those memories  ─  the ones that everyone's been trying to replace  ─  come rushing back at first sight?  ]   maybe we should start off slow,   (  . . .  )   how do highlights sound?

corvellas

you're    kinda     breathing    on    my    neck    matt  ..

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▬ ⌬ ، ⋆ ▃ ✧ ˚⊹ , ￣ @corvellas:  am i?  [  blinking  (  almost  )  innocently,  matthew's breath hitches in an instant,  lashes fluttering whilst olympic blue hues occupy themselves with something  /other/  than nick's back.  the nearby window seeming to be the best option considering the fact that they were,  currently,  /trapped/  &  in a spot matthew saw to be a dead end.  ]  sorry,  can't necessarily help being  /this close/  in some shady ass closet.  (  . . .  )  think you could lift me up to that window?  might be able to get it open.
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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲ ☪ @videtamare:    no,  not at all,  [  a wince follows the statement,  tone precarious,  though seeming to be just as confused as them.  usually the occurrence of light flow through his veins was second nature,  it never caused pain  ──  matthew didn't even know what would bring upon such a change if it did.   ]   do you think it could be stress?

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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲ ☪ @videtamare:  that's fine with me!  as long as you don't get caught,  of course.  you're quite talented,  i'd hate to miss such a wonderful performance from you..  (  &.  perhaps i favor you more than the others.  )   but as for my routine?  [  grabbing the clubs,  he gives them a smile,  more than eager enough to be infectious beyond belief,  no matter how concentrated he seemed during the actual competition.  ]

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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲ ☪ @videtamare:  couldn't sleep.  shouldn't be that concerning,  trébol.  [  one last kick zeroed in on the virtual training doll was all it took to send it floating into wisps of gold dust,  while he snatched a towel off a rack,  wiping away at the sweat trickling down his forehead.  it was one of those days,  where he couldn't rest without tossing &. turning under the sheets.  alistair was always there to put him at ease,  for which the vigilante was more than grateful,  but sometimes it took more than just a few reassuring words to calm matthew;  which is why he ventured out to t.r.u.s' training grounds the second everyone had fallen fast asleep.  ]   i just needed to blow off some steam,  [  he then flashes them a smile,  though the exhaustion was evident on his features.  ]  nothing too serious.