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❜ no light . no light in your c o l d blue eyes . ❛

[nicole-kidmann]

[aberrantie]

*wanderer gently saves this icon here for future reference

[crranked-blog]

                & his head tips back in EXASPERATION                                 as the other speaks ; skepticism isn’t a good color on most people.                             a long S I G H tumbles from his lips.

                   ‘          even my life isn’t as                                                          bloody stupid as a yound adult novel. ’

[aberrantie]

                                                 ❜ i'm just pointing out . . . ❛                            ❜ if you're gonna try to impress anyone with that ---- -- ❛                                                                                  ❜ you gotta try a bit harder . ❛                      the grin    on    his    lips     betray his    t e a s i n g                      gesture & leaning back on his heels a brow arches                      once again .

[aberrantie]

*wanderer like for a thing ? probably will vary in length & will get done tomorrow .

[aberrantie]

                                        ❜ this isn't funny --- -- ❛                           ❜ you're N O T funny . ❛                                  ❜ get the hell out of lil--- -- ❛                 ❜ ----- - my car you imbecille !❛     & he's angry  enough   to   start   pacing back & forth     ; tugging     on   his   longer dark hair    &   t h a t is a     dangerous place to be when ( jovan aconi ) is angry .                               ❜ get O U T . ❛

[aberrantie]

                                      ❜ uh-huh . . . ❛                                              ❜ yeah ---- -- ❛               ❜ that's totally more believable than MY story . ❛        & his hands are placed on his waist ,        hips c o c k e d a posture akeen to a        teenage girl arguing with her mother .                ❜ add some more angsty relationships & you've got the makings of a wonderful young adult novel . ❛

[imortalize-it-blog]

[aniiimo-blog]

          ‘ NO ! ’

                    he almost SCREAMS it out, the exclamation rips its way from                     his    throat:     rough   through   and   through:        the   word                       b r e a k i n g  as the panic rising inside him drowns it.

     he hadn’t meant to ——— touch.      he hadn’t meant to ——— harm,                even at the gain of his own pain being  d i s p e l l e d.

                                     people come  ( c a m e )  to him for help.

                    he couldn’t simply allow Jovan to just leave  because  of  this.                     what if he  was  in  danger?      he’d  never  forgive  himself  if                     something happened to him.

                                         ‘ I’m sorry ———— really, truly sorry.                                            I didn’t—— you don’t have to go.                                    I won’t—I won’t touch you again, I promise. ’

[aberrantie]

                                 his entire body flinches   in the wake   of such  an                                  exclamation , something about this situation was                                  all      too f a m i l i a r ,    the    quake    in his soul                                  ; a natural disaster   that    would   leave   it's ruin                                  in the younger male's mind .              ⋘ a d r u g                            a D R U G     he just wants you as his DRUG !! ⋙                                                       is what is screamed through every vein                                                       & cell in his body , but he  cannot move                                                       can't b r e a t h e .             ❜ i don't want to be your drug . . . ❛     words spake with shaky nature , his arms wrap     around himself in a defensive   nature ;   he will     never be able to r e p a i r    himself   from   his     past . . . not alone . but who is there to trust ?

[aberrantie]

             ❜ you KNOW that movie is over-rated ! the book was stupid & the movie is going to be even WORSE .             w h y would you want to see it ? ❛

[aberrantie]

           ❜ you got a death wish or something ? ❛

[aberrantie]

lays on

                    a SMALL gesture , initiated by EXHAUSTION p r o b a b l y                           though the older may consider himself NUMB                               to such notions of danger & ( l o s s )     the smaller of the two had NEARLY been killed                    only m o m e n t s ago                             & he would NOT deny that terrified feeling that had gripped                              his throat & nearly hurt worse then when his ( ABILITY )                                                              was in use …              thankfully , jovan’s skin was guarded by a thick jacket ,                       ——- — & pain & suffering was spared once more      

               it PAINED him to know that his S H E L L             was cracking for this young mischief maker                 that perhaps YEARS of building a wall                            would be all for naught …        a hand raises as if to deliver  a COMFORTING touch to the younger                       but he freezes —-            fingers curl in tightly —               returning slowly to his side …                                               ❜ you’re hurting my arm , kid . ❛

[aniiimo-blog]

                    and charles doesn’t know what has happened, he hadn’t                     been prepared for this,  ———————     but all he can                     think about,      all that his body can thrum with,      is the                     complete and utter          (  a  b  s  e  n  c  e   )        of his                     suffering.  suffering that had consumed him for too long                     now. suffering that was steadily seeping back through.

                                                       oh, God !

                         ‘ I — I won’t. Jovan.                                    ——— I promise I won’t. ’

                                              but he has such a desire to do so again.                                                                             and again and again.

[aberrantie]

                              it had been so L O N G                                since the last incident . . .                   so LONG since the last time someone                           clung to him & he watched                           as the pain left their bodies . . .                                                      only to enter into his ---- --       sometimes the pain was TOLERABLE         but ( t h i s ) felt like someone was        DRAINING every last bit of H O P E                      from his body .                                         slowly air returned to BEGGING & EMPTY lungs ,                                               dark green eyes fell shut as if that would                          ( EXTERMINATE )            the ( p a i n )                                      ❜ i------ --i think . . .           i think it was a MISTAKE coming here . ❛

[queenxregina-blog]

          ❝who doesn’t carry a sword.  any noble man would be a fool to leave his home without a weapon. and i can see you hiding one right behind your back. ❞

[aberrantie]

                  was he just compared to a NOBLEMAN ?                                well he's honored .            & already a new facade was building in his mind .                 ❜ right .                        the name's ------ ---                                          john ?         i'm UNDERCOVER for her majesty .       i was employed a few days ago . ❛

[aberrantie]

*filler chapters & i really want a thread where someone                                is using jovan as like basically their                                drug to take away pain

[heroinmarked-deactivated2014123]

and he just wanted to get lucky.                        but it was as if there                        were no dealers out                        tonight, which upset                        him. all he wanted was                        a quick fix.                              ’ shit, ya’ ain’t                               some narc are                              ya? ‘

[aberrantie]

                       ❜ oh , GOD no . ❛           does he have that look ?              now he's curious . . .                  jesus ----- --     he just wanted to SLEEP .                       ❜ not a raging do-gooder either . . .                              keep guessing . ❛

[luckforetold-archive-blog]

❝y’know what  kind of guy you strike me as ? 

                      the rocky road type.

                            …or maybe rainbow sherbet. 

        i’m personally more of a cookie dough kind of guy,         though it’s changed over the years —- i used to be         obsessed with vanilla as a kid but…i don’t know, i         outgrew it, i guess. weird, huh ?

           ..this one time, i took a quiz that determines what type of            ice cream flavor you are based on your personality and got            m i n t  c h o c o l a t e. it said i was argumentative ;; load of            bull, if you ask me. ❞

[aberrantie]

                          ❜ is this the welcoming committee         i REGRETTABLY wasn't informed existed ? ❛                   no really .    he's never seen you before &     it's been ( TWO WEEKS ??? )                    thankfully he had been able to AVOID                                  run-ins like this .             just when he thought he was in the clear -----   ❜ or did they finally assign me a therapist ? ❛

[heroinmarked-deactivated2014123]

' got somethin' for me? ‘                     he was talking about                     drugs. his need for them                     was growing stronger &                     stronger, the days grew                      longer & he became                      angry with everyone.                     he turned against the                     ones he loved, thinking                     they took his last stash.

[aberrantie]

                 ❜ oh signore sopra … perché oggi ? ❛              okay so maybe this was a bad place to                               seek SHELTER .                    a l l e y w a y s                             were never ideal .           & his palms press against the ground             a movement to help him to his feet .                                ❜ ‘fraid you’ll have to keep searching .                   i’m NOT your man … ❛