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tell me , do you dare to think she might have gone quietly? / + ind &. private madi griffin from the cw’s t100. hell raised by bri.
the sun, i could recall; it was scorching &. from the corner of my eye i could see the flowers withstanding even the brightest, hottest sun rays. they nicknamed them flowers of the sun for a reason, i suppose.
+ ft. muses from the 100, doctor who, game of thrones, grey’s anatomy, harry potter, the haunting of hill house, oceans 8, pretty little liars, twilight and many more / all watered by bri .
this is a plotting call! go ahead & click the heart as usual. i’ll pop into your im’s shortly. mutuals only please
It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.
Louise Glück, from Averno; “October” (via luthienne)
icb @valicnt and i have been writing the same thread since 2015 ...
“ no. ” one word, one syllable, spoken lowly, with vehemence. twin azure spherules reflect the monolithic will harnessed within to remain locked to your decision. madi is not one of HER nightblood novitiates ------ she is YOUR nightblood. the life in which the young girl led didn’t teeter away from the flame just to bring her right to the front gates of all its potential power. their people had a commander, and they would have another when ... ah, don’t let yourself think like that! but it would not be madi. “ we are not having this discussion. i said no. ”
@hedafought / plotted!
GO AHEAD & CLICK THE HEART FOR A SEASON 5 STARTER.
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me and @clarkkes back @ it again several years later
from light to darkness she descends, into the rubble. 2,202 days. it’s a wonder ANYONE is alive at all. the land within praimfaya’s path simply a phantom of it used to be. polis, a place you once took in with a keen gaze, stood desolate. ah, but it isn’t the world outside for which you’ve worried about in many moons. THOSE AMONG THE STARS / THOSE LOCKED BENEATH THE GROUND. they are whom your perturbation falls with. HER.
” lexa. ” a ghosted breath. is she real? for a moment, you ponder if your eyes just might be playing tricks on you. the excelling of the wild thing inside of your chest reminds you that, indeed, not many other things have felt THIS real; like a brand new air supply. there had been no foretelling what the bunker’s opening could have unleashed. “ you’re alive ... ”
@hedafought / sc!
the claim of death. where else would a child be but with her mother? NOW more than ever can you understand the will to keep them as close as possible, yet sky colored spheres have not come across one PARTICULAR little girl. the explanation writes itself. oh how you KNOW the bitter taste, the ache, the unbearable writhe. DEATH has always left the porch light on and the welcome mat out for you. isn’t that right, wanheda? but you didn’t command this one. “ hayley ... ” alabaster digits curl in a consoling squeeze to the others shoulder. the wrinkle between brows portrays a solemn expression. “ i’m so sorry. ”
@mechabrat / sc!
the only person who wants madi to be commander less than me, is you. she couldn’t be more right. the very essence of your entire being vibrates with the innate need to protect her. the mere thought of the flame combining with YOUR CHILD’S self brings about acrimony in the depths of your cavity. it’s the reason the barrel of a gun has a TARGET of a woman who you, girl, once made a self - vow to keep safe, too. oh how time makes wolves out of all of you. “ then we’re on the same page. ” there’s no lilt to her tone, rather a low, brazen timbre breaks the momentary quiescence. “ so, what’s the plan? ”
@bldreina / sc!
stefan / @valicnt :
You’d have thought he’d be used to this; a dominant position in the crosshairs, a target, a VICTIM - Of the partial lifespan Stefan could remember he’d been one every day. Within the walls of The Glade, Beetle blades had stalked their lives, the red blinker on their mechanical backs just another reminder that they were being watched. In The Maze, the Grievers had targeted them, bulbous creatures closing in; PREDATOR ON PREY . This however was different. Clarke was no predator, and Stefan not her prey.
“Clarke” he spoke again, his fear taking an unwelcome invitation into his voice causing it to rise an octave and QUIVER. He was ready for the inevitable, like a guilty man in the pulpit awaiting his sentence but today the jury was out. He watched the guard drop, his body twitching on the floor in a horrific, tuneless dance.
Stefan followed her without question. His shoulder colliding with the door in order to clear a pathway. He turned to take the east corridor but four guards were heading in their direction, blasters in hand. “ – this way!” he gripped her forearm forcing her towards the western hallways. He lost count of their turns, lost all sense of navigation, a compass spinning wildly in his mind, IT’S POINT REFUSING TO STOP AT NORTH.
you’re not running on borrowed time; you’re running for your life. the maze’s puppeteers didn’t conduct such subjection upon its inhabitants without reason. between the white walls booted feet surge you down breathes an inside job in which the fragmented distortion that you now call a mind cannot even begin to hold in its entirety. ( haven’t you noticed, kid? ) their possession for regard exists only within their wishful endgame masterpiece. they’ll stop at nothing to achieve their means. and you, YOU will fight like hell to ensure they NEVER see it.
“ we can’t just keep running! ” eventually, their luck would dwindle. ah, but if you can SURVIVE the towering walls of terror what’s a rat faced man leading cowardice with a blaster? the EASY part! each step you take further into wicked’s headquarters feels like a trap. your lives are depending on this. it’s time for quick thinking. you always have a plan —— WHAT’S THE PLAN?
“ shhhhh. ” suddenly, they’re not running any more. a side hallway with a hidden dip their newfound safe haven. “ THEY WENT THIS WAY! ” the sound of the once impending guards pass. for a moment, the only thing to be heard is the thrashing of your heart. when you can be sure they’re gone tiers finally conjure words to produce between ragged breaths. “ there. ” a simple nod of blonde locks toward the vent behind him. “ that’s our way out. ”
MECHA BRAT ! my heart is not cold . . . it’s broken .
‘ — mom ≺ @mcthersguilt !
` when three wasn’t enough , she took two more. and when five didn’t seem to be enough to scratch that itch , she followed them with another. she’s fallen deeper into the hole , darkness closing around her , and she’s no longer looking for hands extended in efforts to pull her back out. she’s content to fall into the numbness once more. to forget the horrors she’s survived , and worse , the ones she’s caused. maybe she was over zealous , and she took too many too quickly , cause suddenly things are fading and her eyelids are growing heavier. she’s not fighting to stay conscious either , but happily yielding to the hold that the darkness demonstrated over her.
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she’s not sure how long it’s been. only moments , or perhaps days have passed , but suddenly clarke’s voice cuts through the darkness that has embraced her , draws her forth and pleads for her to open her eyes. while every muscle screams for her to let go , to drift off into nothingness , another one reminds her why she fought to survive. why she went on in the face of all the fear and pain that ravaged her. and so she pushes on , battles her way through the fog until eyes drag slowly open , blinking a few times to bring the blonde before her into focus. fear is written on clarke’s face , obvious in now only the line between her brows , but the tears in her eyes.
❛ —— clarke ? ❜ // @clarkkes
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON. a vocal manifestation that manages to slip betwixt parted tiers. she has to wake up; open her eyes and breathe life into her lungs again. death is an acquaintance of your tainted youth. one who looms in the hallway by the front door as a constant reminder that everyone you love dies ( or ends up betraying you ) but you, you are not ready to say goodbye to her ! you’ve barely said hello, in this new world / wrecked world. it was your job to save other people, remember? well, time’s ticking ...
“ dammit mom ... ” if anyone knows best, it’s you, kid. YOU CAN’T SAVE EVERYBODY. tell me, if you stop trying, do you think you might lose yourself completely? it’s a good thing that today, today is not the day. oh, just when the quiescence of demise begins to callously roll in do the tables turn. blue spheres still glance down upon wraith, but to open eyes. a choked sob of relief to break the air. “ mom ... ” gentle hands hesitate none to bringing her into an embrace, a clutching hold. “ you’re alive. ” what if she didn't want to be saved?
GO AHEAD & CLICK THE HEART FOR A SEASON 5 STARTER.