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#x: possible muse; siegfried the angel-killer
deficd · 2 years
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arcane starters. || @vuulpecula​​​ said to Johnny, “ you got a good heart. don’t ever lose it, no matter how the world tries to break you. “ || accepting. 
Cigarette between his teeth, rolled too quickly and thin of tobacco, burns too quick. The paper wasn't meant for it, something he'd found in a pinch, but it would do because it had to. Another facet of surviving instead of living. Like the howling in head-- or it's outside and only he can hear-- but that equates to the same damn sort of madness that builds walls and fortresses between him and other people. 
He's just tired, and maybe he's not so used to compliments. 
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     “It ain't the world tryin' to break me," he muttered and considers going wax poetic about the war and how that was easier to deal with than the skies spilling open with-- with the things that are responsible for over half of the world's population vanishing into thin air. Instead, Johnny thinks for a minute, about having a good heart, before the wind in his skull picks up, higher and piercing tones emerging. 
     --"Thanks," is all he says after thinking doesn't work. The squall dies down at that. Careful to keep his eyes low, away from the horizon, and careful to never let her know about the howling wind, he continues, "We should get outta here. We're too out in the open and night's coming soon."
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