Post by cae on Oct 29, 2020 5:18:49 GMT
i basically tried to make a pastebin with an old email & came across an already-made account with like, a bunch of my old posts from <2015. and i had a somewhat neat time comparing stuff from back then to now...
anyway why not trying placing a post from yesteryear against a post of today. yeah? i'll start
15-16 y/o me, from a chat-based sol rp, set in japan.
The sun beat down on the town of Kagawa almost as if the goddess that controlled its rays was furious, causing everything outside of the shady spot Koyomi was in to shake and shimmer with the heat that hung in the air. The brunette was standing on the wooden porch of one of the many religious hovels that littered the forest, dressed in the customary miko outfit all shrine maidens were required to wear - not that she was an /actual/ shrine maiden, Koyomi was simply watching over the place since the man that originally ran it had come into certain complications.
Certain complications being that he was too lazy to camp outside and wait for offerings or worshipers, and was currently napping in the cool dark space behind her. That man was her brother, but he was so irrelevant to the current train of events that to elaborate on him any further would be silly.
Anyway, as her verdant flecked eyes scanned the equally green area in front of her, she spotted a semi unfamiliar face. A girl with raven black hair who seemed to be quite at peace. "...Yo! Here to make a donation?" The girl rushing by was obviously not in the forest to make any kind of donation, but she didn't care.
20-21 y/o me, from here.
"Quite well," he lies, but with enough light and grace in his voice that it should pass as truth. He's even half-smiling. It's tinged with exhaustion, it isn't showing any teeth, but it is happy, and coming from a non-existent timeline in which their father hasn't overturned morals and left the world feeling like dust and cinders beneath their heels. Or Fion's heels, at least.
Aleron's hand receives a tiny, gentle squeeze. Fion sort of wants to slip back and out from beneath his brother's hold, or do the extremely stupid thing of going in for another hug. He opts for the safer, blander choice: staying still.
"And no, it wasn't too awful." Almost honest. "The view was truly," he wants to say amazing, but his mouth and mind betray. "...truly something."
The silence after something is bleak. Time to fill it up:
"How have you been?"
i think i am slightly more pretentious now. also i'd post stuff from ~2011 but nobody needs see my thesaurus abuse aha