𝐸lliot.

❛ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 is no gentle mourner —   it is 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖞,     𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑-𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 in 𝖍𝖎𝖘 every breath. ❜ ⠀ not in 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦, but in 𝗦𝗢𝗑𝗜𝗗 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘     where 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄 stands —   a man unwept, unbroken,     but utterly 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃.

Shakes head. “Are you doing good?”

“Yuna?”

“Selamat tahun baru penghuni EDENLINE.”

@yunaonrepeat A faint smile ghosted over his lips, amusement threading through his tone. “Unnoticeable, you say?” came the low murmur, eyes glinting with quiet intrigue. “Strange… the world seemed louder the moment you decided to speak.”

@liourent Is that so? ...is what I was going to say. But instead, the words that came out from my mouth was "How can— I mean, usually people tell me that my presence is kind of unnoticeable. That also surprises them, when I suddenly talk to them."

Poked @liourent slowly.

@2DRP_AU WN. Hello, I currently using their FCs.

2DAU! Baru kembali setelah terkubur lama dari dunia ini. Ingin kembali mencoba peruntungan bermain 2DRP. Adakah yang kenal atau berwajah dari Cry, or Better Yet, Beg webtoon?

@yuruora ... keceriaan yang lahir dari jiwa tulus akan selalu menemukan ruang untuk bersemi, sekecil apa pun celahnya.” Ia menundukkan kepala sebentar, bibirnya merekah dalam senyum samar.

@yuruora “Indah benar cara hatimu menutur,” ujarnya pelan, nada suaranya mengandung kesejukan yang meresap hingga ke sela sunyi. Tatapannya teduh, seolah hendak menyimpan setiap huruf yang barusan meluncur dari bibirmu. “Dunia boleh saja belum siap menampung riangmu, namun percayalah— ...

“Sudah lama... ya?”

“Senang kudengar demikian,” tutur Elliot lirih, senyum kecil menggantung di sudut bibirnya. Sorot matanya menghangat, seolah ikut meneguk kebahagiaan yang merambat di antara jeda percakapan.

@yuruora ... beri raga izin beristirahat. Flu hanyalah tamu singkat yang akan pergi bersama pagi. Sementara itu, izinkan saya tetap mendoakanmu dari jauh—agar demam itu lekas surut dan senyummu kembali utuh.”

@yuruora “Bersabarlah ketika sedang digoda musim,” ujarnya dengan senyum tipis yang meredakan cemas. “Jangan risau; biarkan jarak ini hanya sebaris jeda, bukan pemisah.” Ia mencondongkan badan sedikit, nada suaranya berlapis kehangatan. “Minumlah air hangat, selimuti tubuhmu, ...

“a. .cho— ” bersin tiba tiba.

... and allowed a slow smile to unfurl. Small, genuine, unforced. “Write, little Miss. Let the ink speak; sincerity is the lantern you hold, and it will burn long after the clatter of fashion is forgotten.” : @yunaonrepeat

... to give them breath upon a page so the living may hold them still… that is no failing, but a quiet grace,” he continued, eyes soft, reflecting the lamplight as though it carried her words within. He set the book aside, palms resting loosely upon the polished wood, ...

ㅤㅤ— “Yuna,” murmured Elliot, voice threading through the hush of worn shelves, “did you truly trace each scrap I tucked in those dog-eared pages? Tell me—did you find sense between the lines, or just carry splinters of my mind on your ink-stained fingers?” : @yunaonrepeat

@blumerith ... “Jika pundakmu rela menampung sejenak, mungkin saya akan percaya bahwa tidak semua perjalanan harus saya tempuh sendiri. Terima kasih—telah mengingatkan saya bahwa bertumpu bukanlah kelemahan, melainkan cara jiwa menemukan jeda.”

@blumerith “Sering kali saya lupa, bahkan sunyi pun butuh jeda,” ucapnya pelan, senyum tipis merambat di sudut bibir. “Ucapanmu barusan… seolah menenangkan dada yang terlalu lama menahan badai.” Ia menarik napas dalam, menatapnya dengan sorot mata yang kini lebih teduh. ...

ㅤㅤ— “Ivy,” sela Elliot, bahunya terangkat malas, jemari menepuk sisi meja, “kalau besok saya mendadak bungkam, kamu masih betah dengar ocehan saya lagi, atau kamu lebih pilih kabur cari sunyi sendiri biar telingamu aman?” : @blumerith

@yunaonrepeat “Ah… so that was the tremor beneath your words.” He let the silence breathe for a heartbeat, eyes tracing her silhouette with a calm, unreadable gleam. “Consider it noticed, Yuna—though I daresay your presence had already unsettled the room long before you spoke.”

@liourent "Uh, nothing. Just kind of want you to notice my appearance here..."

@yunaonrepeat ... faint, unfamiliar—brushed the edge of his attention, lingering for reasons he could not yet name. He read on, unhurried, though the words no longer held him quite as wholly as before.

@yunaonrepeat Elliot sat in the quiet recess of the library, half-immersed in a dense treatise on moral agency. Afternoon light slanted across the page, gilding the ink in a patient glow. Beyond the measured turn of paper, muted footsteps and whispers stirred the stillness. One voice— ...

Sir Elliot sure is caring enough. I feel happy... Both suit my taste, though I like the strawberry one better. "I.. shall give my gratitude to him soon," but I don't think I have his number. What should I do??