aseaofquotes:

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

holyfuckitsnino:

Keys

antiquitate:

Bridge by alyssakai on Flickr.

crustybucket:

Antonio Hall, Christchurch City.

{{ So, dear Asylum Joshua is on hold/hiatus until I can get all the peculiarities of his soon-to-be upcoming change. But if you wish to rp, like this, and I’ll get around to making you a starter <3

B.A.P - One Shot (Piano Version)

(Source: gyozu)

Cloud & Joshua }} A Bene Placito

cloudyxskies:

He reached out with his hand to touch his shoulder lightly as he examined him.”What happened? Why does it hurt? What can I do to help?” He asked, his tone laced with concern for the other male.

Joshua whimpered, “I-I don’t know. It just hit and I can’t—” He shifted to sit up more, but cried out, and let himself fall over, resting his head on the ground. It was cooler here, and he didn’t have the urge to throw up all over everything.  ”My head won’t stop hurting, Cloud.”  He curled back into the position he was in when Cloud had found him, everything seemed to not hurt as much that way.  ”I-I…” He coughed, hard enough the wondered if he would end up throwing up anyway.

Vaguely he wondered if it was the medication the doctor had switched him to when the most recent one hadn’t worked.  Were these some of the side-effects? Or was this something completely different? He pressed a hand over his eyes, trying to hide the faint light. Why was this happening?

(Source: screechingsymphony)

Zexion & Joshua }} Notturno

delusionalschemer:

screechingsymphony:

Joshua froze mid-step, not recognizing the voice, and the fact he hadn’t even sensed the other’s presence made Joshua even more wary.  He turned towards where the other voice emitted, and stared at the other for a few moments, trying to determine if he’s yet another of those ‘imaginary friends’ he has or an actual patient at the asylum.

“No,” he finally responded, unsure of the other’s status, “I couldn’t sleep, and my room was far too boring to keep me entertained for long.  And yourself?”

The other boy froze, reminding Zexion of one of the white lab rats his college professor had used for demonstration. It had froze up just like that, under the scalpel: eyes wide, muscles tensed and coiled, hardly breathing.

“A similar reason,” Zexion murmured, studying the other. They seemed wary, almost fearful. “I have too much on my mind, so I wandered out here in search of a distraction. Perhaps we can keep each other entertained for a while.”

Joshua nodded in agreement. There were many people who had difficulties sleeping in the asylum, and not just because of their medical diagnoses.  ”I am certainly up for some company. Thank you for offering,” he said softly, trying to not draw too much attention to their unplanned impromptu meeting here in a hallway; someone would hear them if they weren’t careful.

“Do you have somewhere in mind that you’d like to escape to?” He offered the choice to the other shadow-clothed boy, shifting in the blanket he used to wrap around himself.  ”I was debating between a midnight snack, or the library, or possibly even the music room, however we’d certainly be discovered at the latter.  They’ve learned to have someone watching that room at all times.”

Rhapsody Remnants - {Joshua and Tifa}

heart-locked-away:

     To be one of the things that the woman found last; the Music Room was certainly lived up to the saying. Though Tifa was never skilled in anything involving music, it always calmed and quieted her when she needed it the most. It was always because of this that she respects musicians so highly- she believed they were granted a gift of happiness and expression that others would never receive,

      How long had it been? Hours? She was sitting outside of the room with her eyes flickered in a trance, loosing herself in fonder days as she kept hearing the gentle sounds of piano keys fill the air. The song were wonderful; it was almost unreal on how it brought back a flood of fond memories that were yearning not to be forgotten. It reminded her of someone she once knew, and she found herself gently whispering into the air. Tifa wasn’t the best singer- so she settled with the sing-song whispering it seems all the ungifted do in a crowd.

       “Because, they need you… Because I love you…”

Joshua’s hands danced along the keys, playing whatever melodies would come to mind.  Occasionally he’d pause, because his hands would go to mimic a chord or series of keystrokes that reminded him of a former patient no longer in the Sanctuary, and he’d move onto whatever would pop into his head until he repeated the process over and over before just shoving himself away from the piano.  He stood from the bench and began to pace around the piano.

He ran his hands through his hair, tugging on it slightly. This was greatly infuriating, this constantly being plagued by songs or keystrokes that reminded him of people long since gone, people who would never bother to check on him.  He groaned and let himself flop back on the bench, his elbows on the keys, his head resting in his hands as the tones warbled in the room.  He couldn’t give up playing, piano was everything for him, his future (if he even had one) revolved around the piano.

Zexion & Joshua }} Notturno

delusionalschemer:

The boy was… talking to himself. Zexion frowned, listening. It seemed he was trying to decide which path to take, and he also said something about a cloaked man and a Bern… Bernka…stel? Zexion wondered if those were other patients in the asylum - or perhaps they weren’t real?

Zexion debated whether or not to show himself to someone so obviously unstable. He needed something to take his mind off the emptiness in his chest, though, and the night offered few distractions, so this boy might be his only choice. Zexion hoped the boy would at least provide intelligent conversation.

Zexion stepped out of the shadow. “It’s rather late to be wandering around. Can’t sleep?”

Joshua froze mid-step, not recognizing the voice, and the fact he hadn’t even sensed the other’s presence made Joshua even more wary.  He turned towards where the other voice emitted, and stared at the other for a few moments, trying to determine if he’s yet another of those ‘imaginary friends’ he has or an actual patient at the asylum.

“No,” he finally responded, unsure of the other’s status, “I couldn’t sleep, and my room was far too boring to keep me entertained for long.  And yourself?”

(Source: screechingsymphony)

Zexion & Joshua }} Notturno

delusionalschemer:

Zexion’s chest ached. Phantom pains, he told himself, there’s nothing wrong physically; it’s all in the mind. But the encroaching feeling of emptiness did not leave and soon enough he found himself wandering the halls barefoot and in his pyjamas. The cold crept into his bones, but it was better that his mind be occupied by this physical discomfort than to be pondering on the hollow feeling in his chest.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and Zexion pressed himself against the wall, trusting the shadows to hide him. A thin sliver of moonlight illuminated the other late night wanderer for a moment, and Zexion caught a suggestion of pale hair and purple eyes. What would someone be wandering around at this hour for?

Joshua paused wrapping the blanket tighter around him and his nightgown.  The night was chilly, and every step reminded him of it.  He paused at the ‘crossroads’ as he liked to call it.  A left here would take him to the music room, a right would lead anywhere else.  Easily though he could take one path and then change his mind, the network of hallways and such made it easily for the students to get from one class or appointment to the next.

He yawned and blinked away the blurred vision that came with it.  Where to where to? Or maybe he’d get a midnight snack… he didn’t eat anything for dinner.  That might be best.  He resisted the urge to giggle as he noticed he was more or less talking to himself, whispering the words to fill the silence as Bernkastel was off doing her thing, and the Cloaked Man tended to only follow him now if Joshua asked for it.  Who knew what he could have said aloud.

(Source: screechingsymphony)

Zexion & Joshua }} Notturno

It was easily past midnight when Joshua found himself leaving his assigned room, wrapped tightly in one of the blankets he’d stolen from his covers, heading in whichever direction his feet decided to take him.  He hadn’t been able to sleep, and after laying in bed for five hours with no luck, Joshua figured anything was better than just laying there.

Maybe he’d hit up the library, grab a couple books that looked interesting and then laugh at their horrid story lines and badly placed punctuation marks.  Or maybe he’d sneak back to the music room, and do as he did when he first arrived at the Sanctuary, and play for hours, until dawn broke or until the janitors found him (whichever came first).

Cloud & Joshua }} A Bene Placito

cloudyxskies:

Despite all that has happened, he wore a worried look in his eyes. What brought him down here crying? The sounds he made tugged at his heart. He couldn’t stand to see anyone cry. “Sorry…” He apologized lightly. “What’s the matter? Why are you here?” He spoke in a soft tone due to his request for Cloud to tone it down. 

Joshua resisted the urge to reach out and grab onto the other, maybe some form of physical comfort would be nice? But his head throbbed, his skin seemed to hum, and everything hurt. “Everything hurts,” he muttered, his whole body cringing at the noise that issued from his own mouth. “Just hurts.” His mouth was drying out, his throat was becoming scratchy, it was just getting worse and worse.

(Source: screechingsymphony)