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[Xenodaemon]

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CHILD SOUL + TEXTPOSTS ( PT . I )

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[Xenodaemon]

[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]From a thread on Tumblr as a testing post for Ploútōn

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“There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes.”

“I can’t decide which one i am, then. [i]Which one are you? What are you? I couldn’t see you.”[/i]

Silence in calamity crawls around the created God. Horror watches from the Unknown. It witnesses how the light flickers and then chokes on rising chaos as darkness consumes the domain, slaughters the Stars and the Moon above. “It mainly depends on the individual.” A voice leaves the abyss— serenity enters distorted. It glints faintly like greedy teeth, like a desperate, dying soul. “Most fear me, yet the rest still respects me when I am only the keeper of the dead. I can be both kind of darkness, and even... just the darkness itself, in a way that death holds no special meaning, but being simply gone.” Hear him. Listen to him. Let him be known as his own shadows’ screams are silent, yet with their presences being violent against this ungrateful dream.

“What am I, you asked, though? In the end, I am the Personification of the Dwarf Planet that was given a name— an Image of a Roman God, Pluto.” Lightning strikes on tip of tongue as the name is uttered. Damnation falls into the World by the said identity, but there is just the new God and him. “I hope you are familiar with the Greek and Roman pantheons.” Hollow voice dies with their echoes and evolves into a vessel, weak yet full of strange, strange stars. A shaky sigh escapes from the trembling madness that stands behind the other figure. His silver eyes gleam, and they do not ever belong to the Paradise. Death is here. Death will tear.

“Because from the sense of familiarity, perhaps, that can help you see me as at least a merely comforting kind of darkness.”

[Xenodaemon]

[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]I am . . . so , so , so soft for my boyfriend . I swear , my love for him will end up being projected onto Child Soul with their love for their friends , and I would be more than okay with that . . . Me ? Wanting their first thread to be either them giving out rocks to their groupmates or writing poems for them as to express their love and appreciation for them ? It Is More Likely Than You Think !

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[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]“They will name a constellation after you.”

“I don’t need to be a constellation. I’m okay with just being a rock.”

A hum comes steady from the ever trembling vessel, as something strangely kind leaves the eternal cold graveyard— a forgotten, unforgivable home made of stolen bones and starless skies. Perhaps, it is the understanding in the quiet, aching words, uttered by someone who was born to be a beacon, yet only to have himself be consumed by his own glory when no one had told him that light is never meant to be just gentle. ( THE STARS KNOW HOW TO KILL THEMSELVES, HOW TO EVOLVE INTO MONSTERS TOO. )

Ploútōn looks at Klaus and in his eyes, the darkness stares back at him.

“I believe that you are worth more than a rock, Klaus, but I can understand if you do not agree with me,” he mutters, glancing back at the sky, ignoring the loneliness that wails in the dearly dead boy’s heart. “The world had taken your lights, turned them into something that produces wealth, attention, popularity, anything for themselves and never for you. You have been gone in the dark for too long.” With his lights stolen, Klaus is lost in a place that does not have a name, therefore, he can not be found.

( He is the only person who can save himself. )

“How much knowledge do you have in constellations anyway?”

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[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]Concept : Ploútōn having three dogs that represent the past , present , future — with the present symbolized hound having massive scars on sides of the neck to be believed that he is the oldest of the three and the leader . I will eventually make more details on this concept , but . . . This is some good stuff right here . . .

[Xenodaemon]

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IN THE PINES ; IN THE PINES

- ̗̀ ( WHERE THE SUN NEVER SHINES ) ̖́-

[Xenodaemon]

[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]Mini writings to store on here

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— “I am afraid of myself and so are the Gods.”
— “Worshiping is an act from the abyss of loneliness.”
— “I walk in a suit made of sharp edged memories. Something wails in me and I see blood that I can not recognize.”
— “Let love melt into light. This world hungers for colours, to be reminded that we can be seen, and we can be cherished.”
— “Do you think the stars would talk about us in wonder? Talk to us like they are cold and lonely and desperate too?”
— “I'm sorry that my hands does not know how to hold gently, as nothing can ever remain kind on my sanguine palms."
— “These flesh were made as a haunted home, to hold what no Heaven or Hell can ever bear; I am ruined, the killer of you and me.”
— “Nothing is holy about these stars when they only starve for lights.”

[HEAVENHOUND]

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[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]Am I coming back on here ? Time will tell .