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❀ unshakable destiny.
好開心認識你。 我叫做香港。

Need my name? Call me Leon Kirkland. Otherwise, call my agent.

I am Hong Kong; breathless energy, dancing lights, martial arts legends, weaponised umbrellas, and the best counterfeits that have ever ripped you off. Enjoy yourself.

你可以留低,亦可以走人,對我嚟講都冇所謂。

[independent rp blog for APH Hong Kong]

話知你九七?

oldhk:

pre-war aberdeen!

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castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

breviloquentbauhinia:

「Your grinning will do absolutely nothing to convince him, Carlino. Nice try, though. Leon smiles right back of course, just the slightest bit haughty in the dismissive toss of his head.」

No way. Need to be in the middle of things. I didn’t stitch my parts together in the most efficient way possible to have to take a ferry away from home every day. I mean, you’d like it, but I guess you’ll just have to learn to live with disappointment.

「Speaking of which, it’s still a bit of a walk through the city to get to the flower market and the idea of not taking a faster route is practically making Leon’s skin crawl. 
But he does want Carlino to remember the city, and the only way to really know one is to feel its silver-scatter thrumming chatter through the bottoms of one’s feet, and to breathe acrid air as the throat-stinging of a secret recipe and know it is not just dirt.
If Carlino could deal with all that, Leon could at least deal with taking a slower route by his side.」

「Glimmering gems of buildings stand across from what could be mere concrete slabs with holes drilled in for windows. All is held together by crosswalks and the pulse of red taxis.
Wherever Carlino’s attention may go, Leon does little more than narrate and watch, and hope, for sparks of recognition.」

// They walk onward for a bit longer, and while also focused on the massive buildings, Carlino cannot disregard the most incessant little poking and prodding of greedy memories behind his eyes. He knows this place. He’s been here, and they’ve sat on that bench and they’ve ran through that crosswalk and he’s done this but it felt like a dream— //

// He can ignore it for a while but the further they go, the more he finds himself holding the side of his head with twisted lips, hoping that the pressure may calm the headache. //

… Can—

When we, ah-

When we get to the flower ma-market, can I put fl-flowers in, ah— Flowers in your hair-? When we get back of co-course but—

// But I think the colour would look so lovely on you. //

I think red wo-would look best-!

// An idea so wonderful he must have done it before- //

I get that a lot.

「The request seems familiar, but that in itself is hardly a surprise. An awful lot of things are going to seem familiar to the both of them for quite a while, by the looks of things. Being familiar was another thing entirely.」

You can do it once we’re there, if you want. My embarrassment mostly extends to holding hands in public, and literally breaking into an artistic installation in front of a massive crowd. Stuff like that. Flowers? That’s fine.

「… It had been a daisy, the first time, right?」

「Thoughts flowed one way, but conversation another, a skipping stone across the weight of what they knew they’d have to bring up eventually.
But not right now.
Changes in sign-boughs and glimmering lights and seeping city undergrowth might have been imperceptible to Carlino, to whom all the city must seem overwhelming and only half-familiar, but for Leon it is instinct and whim, and deliberately taking streets he knows they’ve wandered down before. Maybe this same street at night will seem more familiar…」

「With an underwhelming tip of his head, Leon turns one more corner and suddenly every cranny-nook vendor and street-lining store is spilling over with flowers, placed in neat rows one after another.」

Tadaaah. All yours. Don’t take anything without me paying for it first.

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marielitaaa:

bed hair Hong Kong

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kelpls:

Child nature spirit exploring the city 

(via autisticshouyou)

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castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

breviloquentbauhinia:

Nah, you’re not whiny. It’s kind of weirdly endearing so long as you don’t cause a scene. 

… Oh, yeah, and those buildings—

「He flicks his head in their direction, as it was so vast they had not begun to pass by it yet.」

They’re totally self-contained, you can live in there and work in there and get all he stuff you need and you never have to actually leave if you don’t want to. So, like… good for vampires, right?

「He doesn’t bother to look amused at his joke, though, just in case Carlino ends up not remembering it at all.」

// … snICKERS YES HE DOES REMEMBER— but he’s really still kind of shocked by all of this— He knew about these types of buildings, he knew this was something that Leon had in abundance but it was still just so baffling— In a way, he was self contained too. Perched on top of a mountain with only one way up and down but all needed resources in the valley behind it— He hadn’t left in centuries, but this was different. //

// This was far too much inside- //

Ahhh, that would b-be crazy. Thank you for no-not moving. ;;

I like your apartment right no-now very much and this would b-be— stifling. You should move and li-live on those little islands.

// Grins //

「Your grinning will do absolutely nothing to convince him, Carlino. Nice try, though. Leon smiles right back of course, just the slightest bit haughty in the dismissive toss of his head.」

No way. Need to be in the middle of things. I didn’t stitch my parts together in the most efficient way possible to have to take a ferry away from home every day. I mean, you’d like it, but I guess you’ll just have to learn to live with disappointment.

「Speaking of which, it’s still a bit of a walk through the city to get to the flower market and the idea of not taking a faster route is practically making Leon’s skin crawl. 
But he does want Carlino to remember the city, and the only way to really know one is to feel its silver-scatter thrumming chatter through the bottoms of one’s feet, and to breathe acrid air as the throat-stinging of a secret recipe and know it is not just dirt.
If Carlino could deal with all that, Leon could at least deal with taking a slower route by his side.」

「Glimmering gems of buildings stand across from what could be mere concrete slabs with holes drilled in for windows. All is held together by crosswalks and the pulse of red taxis.
Wherever Carlino’s attention may go, Leon does little more than narrate and watch, and hope, for sparks of recognition.」

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levebelgie:

My half of the art trade with THIS LOVELY THING RIGHT HERE and sdfkjhgsjdfgj it’s not really that great I’m sorry;;; it was rushed at like 7am glubglub 38(

enjoy!!!

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rihiten:

~~~

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Song: The Afterman

Artist: Coheed and Cambria

Album: The Afterman: Ascension

priestandthepimp:

"She gave her heart to a falling star"

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castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

breviloquentbauhinia:

Yeah, kind of. That’s the point, you know? No wonder Jūngzǐng wants to live there. Wouldn’t be as comfy, though, I think. Aren’t I lucky you stopped me when you did.

「A few silent seconds staring up at the building still, oddly wistful with words tugging at the corner of his mouth, and Leon edged back into the flowing river of foot traffic, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Carlino would follow.」

I’d guess there’s about four thousand in there, probably. Give or take. Good for blending in. You’d probably wilt, though.

「The gravitational, long-drop sense of finality that had driven him to consider moving there in the first place went unaddressed. Like a lot of other things. It was for the best to relegate them all to some vague later.

… Everything else should feel wide open in comparison, now, right.

// He never really forgets how different he and Leon’s cities are, but sometimes he has to be reminded that it isn’t just a slight difference, it’s a polar difference. Next to population, the density of their buildings most definitely has to be what defines them as absolute opposites— He’s never seen anything like that in his life- //

// … He’d probably suffocate. Thank God Leon didn’t move. //

// qUICKLY TROTS AFTER HIM— //

I might wi-wilt a little— It would have to be at the very very top-!

// You can touch the clouds on high apartments— It reminded him of the mountains. //

Mm… Sci. I guess I should stop being s-so whiny— I am trying to be better th-this time, though-!

Nah, you’re not whiny. It’s kind of weirdly endearing so long as you don’t cause a scene. 
… Oh, yeah, and those buildings—

「He flicks his head in their direction, as it was so vast they had not begun to pass by it yet.」

They’re totally self-contained, you can live in there and work in there and get all he stuff you need and you never have to actually leave if you don’t want to. So, like… good for vampires, right?

「He doesn’t bother to look amused at his joke, though, just in case Carlino ends up not remembering it at all.」

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(Source: kimmismiles, via alioninherowncause)

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