N I G H T M A R E

WON'T YOU JUST STAY HERE ? CHASE AWAY MY FEARS, SOLVE MY MYSTERIES. WON'T YOU LEAD THE WAY THROUGH MY DARKER DAYS ? KEEP THEM SOFTLY SPOKEN. SHOW ME THE WAY TO A BRIGHTER PLACE. KEEP MY EYES FROM CLOSING. OH, I'M LIFTED AWAY FROM MY DEMONS.

[cruorosalin-blog]

“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly. It was just like… Morphine.” (Take this however. Obviously Asher to Marie because I love pain.)

“You’re a liar”

How could he say that? It was one thing for Asher to look her in the eyes and there only to be hatred and bloodlust, but it was another entirely for him to deny that there was never anything between them at all. He was still everything to Marie, even if there was a look in her eyes faked to be hatred whenever she had the gift of looking up at him. “You can’t say that you didn’t love me.” There was venom in her voice more volatile than anything she’d ever spit at him before, because before when she hissed and taunted and threatened him it wasn’t genuine, despite it appearing so. No, now there was honest anger in her voice, true passion and hurt that she hadn’t allowed herself to embrace in months on months of time. “You can’t say you don’t love me.” There was nothing she wanted more than to throttle some common sense into him, to take him by the throat and shake him until he was back to her the way that they used to be. There was nothing she wanted more than to do that to herself, than to shake the both of them so violently they found themselves back in time when they were possible, despite their difficulties. “We might be enemies, Asher Blackwell, but we were lovers. Do not ever say we weren’t.” 

Because if that was true, what the hell was she fighting for now? 

[cameronbaum]

[wickedheroics-blog]

“Get behind me.” - Marie

╳┇ –selective

there is a hesitant pause at her words. brows furrow slightly as his hand slides to the butt of his gun. he’s wounded && losing blood. but he isn’t about to give up now. not after everything. he’s appreciative of her words, && consideration. at least, he thinks it’s consideration. ❝worry about yourself. keep moving.understand? do not turn back for me.❞

[bloodiedbones-blog]

What the hell was she doing? It was not Irasurgo’s safety she was concerned about, it’s members meant little to her - all except one who meant everything, and this man before her wasn’t him. Trying to protect him was threatening Asher’s safety, and that was not worth the risk. There were too many eyes who could see her mercy and that was not something she could afford if she wanted to keep Asher’s head on his shoulders. Previously standing before him, standing between him and enemy fire, Marie turned on Costas, the grin she forced spread smoothly and effortlessly onto her lips through the blood splattered on her face. 

“If I can’t turn back for you, how about I turn on you?” 

Acting this way was starting to cloud her soul. It was beginning to feel more natural every day and eventually Marie was sure she’d completely sell every piece of it as a bargaining chip for Asher’s life.

[bloodiedbones-blog]

      OPEN!!! IRASURGO MEMBER SPECIFIC

Marie lost track of who’s blood was on her hands. Not just on her hands. In her hair, on her teeth, under her nails, all over her abdomen. Was her’s mixed in there? Was that why she felt so dizzy? The splatter of Irasurgo member’s blood and the Hinder blood she secretly spilled when no one was looking caked her arms, but that wasn’t what made her feel so faint. 

“If you don’t move they’re gonna notice I’m trying not to hurt you.” And by they she meant Hinder. 

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“     I don’t bite”

The girlish grin and light giggle that Marie offered were things she had long outgrown, and that was aparent in the wolfishly flirtatious look behind her eyes. She was all too aware as to who the young man at the other end of the empty bar was - that was the point of this interaction after all. “You can come sit with me if you don’t mind warm, sweaty seats” Her eyes gestured to the seat beside her that had been previously inhabited by a drunk, over weight man trying to hit on her.

@wickedheroics​

[goodiintenticns-blog]

asher is willing himself to forget her, to see her as nothing more than an enemy that must be destroyed. it isn’t as difficult as he thought it might be. in this light, marie pierce barely resembles the girl he had fallen in love with. he meets the pawn before him with a roll of his eyes. ❝ guess that’ll make me the huntsman who slays the wolf. ❞  she’s lost him, the expression in his eyes dead – all amusement gone despite the sinister burst of laughter that slips past carnivorous teeth. he and the war would eat her alive.

❝ whatever are they waiting for, then? ❞  he rises to his full height, the man standing in challenge to her every word. ❝ i’ve been hearing these pathetic threats for well over a year now, and that’s all they are – threats. don’t you see how WEAK your government is? they couldn’t even stamp out an irritating little rebellion group when it first rose, and now we envelop the entire city. you’re too late. we’ll only come back stronger in the wake of destruction, and the people will only be more enraged. ❞ disgust claws at his very soul. if she means to strike fear into him, she’s going about it the wrong way. all she’s doing is fueling his anger, strengthening his bloodlust and desire for a war. ❝ don’t you see? you’re fighting the inevitable. if my own blood must be spilled in order to bring about change, so be it. we both know by now how well m u r d e r can stir a war –– the people love a martyr. ❞

the facade of diplomat doesn’t break until he feels a hand on his cheek. an arm shoots out, catching her on her tiptoes, hand coiling around fragile neck. his grip strengthens with each word he utters. ❝ don’t you dare put your FILTHY hands on me ever again. ❞ he hisses. asher was no wolf, nor was he the huntsman. he was the snake that spewed venom, the devil in disguise in the garden of eden, bringing all perfect things to an end. hatred and disgust reflect in his eyes, his face contorting into something monstrous. he wanted to do it. wanted to watch the light fade from her eyes after everything she had done to him, but she didn’t deserve death – not yet. he would see her in hell soon enough.

[cruorosalin-blog]

It killed her, to meet his eyes and see nothing of love or much of anything at all. He did not know that this wasn’t real, what she was and what she was doing wasn’t real, but that didn’t make it any easier to realize that he HATED her.  There had been a long span of time since Marie had seen this side to Asher, but it was just as she remembered; malicious, unforgiving, animalistic.  It was everything she pretended to be. 

You do not know.

She wanted to scream at him, to make him understand what it was he was against. They weren’t hurting him only because he was there leverage on her, that they wouldn’t hurt him even if he wanted them to. She wanted to tell him what they were capable of, every little secret they were hiding up their sleeves and every plan that was in the works to destroy them. Maybe it was just because she was so deathly afraid of them, because they haunted the backs of her eyelids every time they closed, maybe it was just because they controlled her that she thought they were so much stronger than they were letting on, but Marie feared for Asher and for his rebellion. They did not know what they were against, and she could not tell them. 

And then, with all her thinking and worrying for him, Marie had another choker around her neck - except now it was a hand. His hand. The one that used to cup her jaw and rub circles into her arms, the one that had laid over her belly when they slept and grabbed her hips. She could see it in his face, the death he desired to lay upon her, the life he craved to choke out of her. That was not something she could let happen - not for her own sake but for his, because without her taking the blows for him, Hinder would have his HEAD.

“You would be no  m a r t y r.” Marie hissed around his hand up into his face, a slow rising grin itching behind her snarl. “There would be no history books to remember you, no statue to give you praise. You and your death would be erased when Hinder claims victory, because at the end of this, Asher Blackwell, you will not only be dead - you will be no one.” That had to be enough to strike him backwards. It was a blow Marie prayed would hit hard, and had a feeling that it would because underneath all of this she liked to believe she knew him. 

[goodiintenticns-blog]

❝ wonderful. then we’re both in our rightful places. ❞ at last, his sharp gaze finds it’s way to her. words are meant to strike at her heart, but that doesn’t mean a part of asher doesn’t believe them. this war is his religion, and he won’t forgive anyone caught on the wrong side of things easily. especially not a traitor like her – a traitor who still haunted his dreams. but no, in his dreams she was never the monster. that role was reserved for him. ❝ you, as hinder’s little BITCH, and me? well, i’m the one who’s going to destroy everything your government’s worked for. don’t worry, i’ll make sure you BURN with them. ❞ it’s a threat, a declaration of war, a promise. it’s whatever she wants to interpret it as – he doesn’t care, not anymore. wolfish grin overwhelms otherwise angelic features. already, asher is growing bored with her, and picturing how his hands might wrap around her neck and permanently wipe that smirk off of marie’s perfect lips. the thoughts darken his mind, eating away at every bit of love he still holds for her until, with a blink, the spell on him passes. he releases hands that had unknowingly been clenched into fists, and one sweeps through his hair, his expression becoming nonchalant. ❝ i must admit, i’m surprised your beloved hinder have let you so far off your leash. haven’t you read any fairytales? things never bode well for little girls who wander too far off the path. the big bad wolf tends to get them in the end. ❞

[bloodiedbones-blog]

Threats were not unfamiliar to Marie now. They fueled her choices, kept her locked down and twisted onto the wrong side of things, but the difference was they were always threats to hurt Asher. Marie was used to those; what she was not adjusted to were threats from him. He wanted her dead, and she supposed that was fair considering what he believed her to be, the traitor he saw standing before him. How badly she wished to tell him that what she was wasn’t true, that Hinder only held her to them by threatening to KILL him. Where it was her death he desired, Marie was giving up everything she was, everything she had, to keep his death from happening. 

Her face never shifted, remaining fixed in a gentle, unreadable smirk with eyes narrowed somewhere between playful and lethal while his entire body shifted into something malicious, even if it was only briefly. It was easy to believe in moments like that, that Asher had lost all love he once had for her; but it didn’t matter, she was not fighting for his love anymore - she was fighting for his  L I F E. And then he was back and she had to crawl out of her thoughts long enough, every one of them besides the one she was listening to begging her to bridge the distance between him and take him away from here. They’d never run fast enough. 

“Have you forgotten Asher Blackwell? I am the big bad wolf. And they’ve let me off ‘my leash’ to bring you a promise” When she stepped closer, a butterfly rushed through her stomach even though her face twisted something vicious. “You, and every inch of this rebellion, will be crushed - and not mercifully like a bug under a boot. It will be slow, every bone you’ll hear crack and every vein you’ll see pop until your eyes have been SQUISHED from your head.” And then she was practically on top of him, up on her tip toes to be further in his face, her own morphing into a sickly sweet smile among the mess of twists and violence on it already. “And they’re gonna have me do you.” The hand she lifted to stroke his cheek was one she wished she could draw his face in with, not to kiss, but to lean in and whisper everything she said was a lie, but her happiness wasn’t worth his life. Being this close to him again made her SICK and she wanted to stay like this forever.

[goodiintenticns-blog]

he draws a chuckle from him, but it’s not enough for him to bring himself to look at the brunette. she doesn’t deserve his gaze. ❝ i’m sure the news will come as a disappointment to you, but no, i haven’t. and really, i don’t think it would be at all WRONG of me to say that the only person who’s sold themselves out here would be you. how has hinder been treating you, then?i would hope you’re…adjusting rather nicely? ❞  tongue armed with arrows – it’s with a raised brow and seemingly innocent smirk that he attacks – one can practically hear the money dripping from his lips with the way he’s showing off for her. asher is barely changed from the last time he had seen her; there’s the same immaculate appearance, not a hair out of place, the same malicious expression glinting in his eyes. the only difference is the loss of that disgusting weakness of vulnerability which he had carried around her before. he can’t deny that he enjoys the game, but it’ll only last for so long until he grows sick of toying with the other. after all, with marie it never seemed to be more than a game of cat and mouse, with the two of them chasing each other round in a circle, never quite able to find some sort of middle ground where they might have a chance at happiness.

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“Adjusting? There was no need for that.” The smirk that spread across her lips was slow and steady and the slight tilt of her head was curt. “It was like I never left.” A lie. It was all too natural given it was all she had been doing for the month since she’d been dragged back into the fold of the vicious underbelly of the government. A false face painted on everyday to smile at the citizens she gave speeches to, every morning a lie told to herself that this was who she was again. It was the only way she could get by, and Marie knew how weak that was, that what she should be doing was reminding herself that this wasn’t who she was anymore - but that hurt more than anything. To know she had come so far, made it to a place where she had the chance to be better, to be loved, to be apart of something  G O O D  , and that it was replaced by the life she was currently living. One with a choke collar around her neck and whip marks on her back, one where she was a MONSTER that haunted the dreams of every man she tortured and every child she left without a parent. A monster that haunted her own dreams. What made it worse was that Asher saw her that way too, and that he thought it was real. He could see through the facade she wore with the public, the one of a dutiful Hinder official with red lipstick and a clean ponytail, but he could not see through this one. And that was exactly what she wanted. 

“The truth is, I regret leaving in the first place.”

[dailydavinaclaire]

{insp}

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.” ― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

[goodiintenticns-blog]

@bloodiedbones

                ———— ❝ any longer and i’m going to have to start charging you for looking, darling. ❞ the words roll off his tongue with such ease that it seems he knows not who he’s speaking to – when in fact, asher blackwell is all too aware of the girl before him. his heart pounds so loudly in his chest he’s almost certain she’ll hear it. cerulean gaze wanders towards the sky before turning back towards the brunette. it hurts to looks at her, but he must – marie can’t know that he still cares. there’s a coldness to his expression, the lines of his face telling her that she’s nothing to him even as his heart says otherwise.

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“Made a prostitute of yourself while I was gone then, Blackwell?” Even then her tongue was sharp - she could not stop it. So practiced it was habit, defense in the form of venomous words and narrowed glares had become a dangerous second nature. Marie looked better than she had in over seven months, dewy and rosy with clean hair and not a blemish on her face. They’d really done a number on her. The bags that weighed under her glassy, defeated eyes like the world weighed on her shoulders were no longer visible, replaced by sharp, distant brightness in her green gaze. But it was now, more than before when she had come crawling to Asher only a month or so prior, that Marie was weakened. Hinder cleaned her up to the pristine show girl that she once was with pointy teeth and a cruel, playful gaze but never again would she be so naive as that girl had been. They had her tethered to them, not with false promises of love but with certain threats of hurting the one she loved - H I M. To stand before him and pretend that they were once again  s t r a n g e r s  on opposite sides, behind enemy lines, tied together only by passive hatred, well it was worth every aching bit of agony that tapped like an ice pick at her spine, it was worth waking up every day tied to a leash at the bed side of Hinder, it was worth EVERYTHING, because it protected him. He was everything. But the way Marie looked up at him now, no one would ever know that.

[wickedpills-a-deactivated201701]

 @bloodiedbones  /  starter  .

    “ —  i  wouldn’t  worry  too  much.  the  guilt  is  a  simple  human  emotion.  it’s  to  make  us  feel  horrid  for  our   true  &  untamed  nature.  “

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“I...- You don’t know what you’re talking about.” With crossed arms, Marie stood as proudly as ever despite feeling like she was a bug about to be squished under a very large boot. “I don’t feel guilty. There’s nothing for me to feel guilty about.” A lie.

[wildflower-x-heart]

My self-hate is so deep, so palpable, I fear I’ll lunge at my own image, shatter the glass and cut myself with shards of broken reflection.

Jax Teller (via peachkissing)