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.. "Ah, please forgive my lack of awareness, however uncharacteristic it is for me. I suppose I'd simply become accustomed to those kinds of compliments from those who don't... know me, as you and the others do."

"... I am not uncomfortable with such attention, if that is a concern of yours."

. . . he truly hadn't realized it ? Granted, Yusuke tends to explain things in the most intricately worded manner possible, and likely would have helped by just summing it up with a simple ' You're Beautiful, ' but where is the romance and poeticism in THAT ? If a compliment is earned, why not put one's ALL into it ?

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url! ( repost don't reblog. )

:O !!! i've never done one of these before, neat!!! usually this is for a specific muse i THINK but bc i'm a multi i just wound up picking songs based on if i personally had a meaningful connection to them + they gelled with the vibe Quillheel tends to have with musing n themes!

Q ━━ Queen of Peace - Florence + the Machine ( Oh, the queen of peace / Always does her best to please / Is it any use? / Somebody's gotta lose )

U ━━ UNWELCOME GUESTS - The Narcissist Cookbook ( Like a hundred thousand unwelcome guests / Crammed into the narrow corridors / Of our dark hotel by the sea ; ... As I said, I don't believe in ghosts / But that doesn't matter really / I don't think you did either / I think I'm about to find out / What it actually feels like to be / Haunted )

I ━━ It Means Everything - OMORI

L ━━ Life - Mother Mother ( Oh, maybe I'm right (Feels wrong) / Where I'm supposed to be right (Damn right) / Where I'm supposed to be, this is my life (La-la-la-la-la-life) / This is my life (Stop) / Yeah, maybe I'm right )

L ━━ Love Love Love - the Mountain Goats ( Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above / Some moments last forever, but some flare out with love, love, love )

H ━━ Hymn of the Medical Oddity - The Weakerthans ( The sun will start late and clock out early / And I'll drive around and wait for it / Follow familiar roads / Emptied of every memory / Under a sheet of silence and unmarked snow )

E ━━ Eat Your Young - Hozier ( I'm starving, darling / Let me put my lips to something / Let me wrap my teeth around the world / Start carving, darling / I wanna smell the dinner cooking / I wanna feel the edges start to burn )

E ━━ Everything Stays - Adventure Time ( Everything stays right where you left it / Everything stays / But it still changes / Ever so slightly, daily and nightly / In little ways, when everything stays )

L ━━ Lullaby - American Murder Song ( Hush falls the evening / And tickles the bell / Love, close your eyes / There are stories to tell )

tagged by: @rceway !!! thank you sm!!!!!!!!!!!! tagging: @ofeggies @lcngdays @theaterrush @rdkii @flockrest @jfouler @z0mburger @nectaric @mightiestbanana aaand one extra @campblcd for when u return from The Tumblr Grave n prob make a multi bc musics fun as hell <3

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No wait everyone shut the fuck up you've been what hold on y

"Your habit," Akechi stresses with a polite ━ friendly ━ but outspoken tilt of his head "is not one to apologize for. If anything, in my opinion it is only right to follow such an... intricate, sincere nature as yours."

"That is a high compliment from you, Yusuke, thank you. Even if I lack your expertise, I would return the sentiment to you as well."

" There is no need to apologize. I am largely at fault for not being outright with it and . . . refraining from practicing my usual habit of being too wordy. However, it is . . . good to know that my opinion of you is not poorly received. I do truly find you to be a work of art. "

“I was holding in my hand, against my lips, not a piece of fruit, not a piece of bitter, half-eaten fruit, but the still warm and almost beating heart of some holy being—just lifted from the dead body. And the heart was heavy. And wet. And it smelled as it would smell forever. Of myrrh. And burning blood. And gold.”

— Brigit Pegeen Kelly, ‘The Orchard’