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The Hand I Hold (@Isiah)

She took his hand in her’s and brought it to her mouth and kissed each of his fingers slowly and lastly ran her tongue’s tip over his thumb as if al this were some sort of forgotten custom and through this some spell would fall or some future discerned.

Yet only. Yet only she stared up into his eyes; and all there spun in her gaze was of lust and love and fire, which is both and more beyond.

#realm.starter #closed #Isiah #lol idk what this even is #forgive me it's been legit ages

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Behind Blue Eyes - The Who.

No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it’s like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren’t as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That’s never free No one knows what it’s like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren’t as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That’s never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes

@ balor fam

#balor

brother-balor

“You know, this really isn’t the best of times for me, so I wouldn’t recommend you present me with another problem to solve unless you want it solved with blood.”

charlene-balor

“As always, it is Isiah that received the tact you lack Coleman. You need not say you wish to bleed someone to bleed them.”

She smiled and went to hug him.

“It is nice to see you once more.”

#Coleman

everett-balor:

He sat up, watching his mother walking trotting ahead of him, wondering how long she had been silent for, he woke, the dust in the air filling his lungs as he awoke a coughing mess, knowing that this would give away the position, knowing that she’d be mad, but hell, maybe shooting something would bring a smile to her face. They had always been a fucked up family, but it had been with some form of togetherness, seperated they all lost the idea of what role to play, who to be, what to trust. It terrified him. Covering his mouth he wiped the blood away before smearing it on his already stained covered pants, he did not need to give her something else to roll her eyes at, plus what would happen if his inconvenience became more important than the relation, he would be gone in a second.

She stopped, the horse the same, and looked over her shoulder to her son. She frowned and walked over to him. Resting the rifle, barrel-up, against her shoulder while she rummaged through the pack tied to the saddle. Charlene grabbed a water canteen and handed it up to her son.

#everett #au: apocalypse

sommersofkindness:

“A little help, please? They came out of nowhere… and the food… damn, this is all my fault.”

She stared long at the boy, squinting as if to better ascertain all such intentions he might have. She looked back at her son who stood a few paces back, grimaced and returned her gaze to the boy before her. In her hands a rifle of some caliber which she’d kill the boy with if such was needed.

“Come along then.”

#Pierce Sommers #au: apocalypse

Everett was asleep in the saddle. His head slumped to his chest rocking slight to the horse’s trot. His mother walked some paces ahead and led the horse by the reins tied to the back belt loop of her tattered pants, having in her hands a rifle of some caliber.

She looked at her sleeping son and back at the landscape through which they went, on and on and on to some unknown end.

#lol sorry this is shit #i haven't rp'd in a long time and it shows #but ayyyy #realm.starter #au: apocalypse #open for anyone

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I don’t want to set the world on fire

I just want to start a flame in your heart

#music #au #@isiah

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Desceu pelo rio Da terra pro mar Um fio de prata que me leva

Down by the river

The land to the sea

A silver thread that leads me

#isiah/charlene

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the world is not enough. - “Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.” A playlist for charlene-balor. (Image credit astrid-vitello.)

#ugh ria you always do the best stuff anf then i'm like #here looks i drew isiah.charlene stick figures

iapetxs:

“My darling.” He tilted his head down towards her, his hand moving to wrap around the back of her neck and pull her nearer. Always nearer, where she belonged. His kiss was more grateful than anything—a moment of home between them.

“What would I do without you?”

“Everything, but with less significance.”

#Isiah #[And Such Only]

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Soap&Skin - Me and The Devil

Early this morning When you knocked upon my door And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go"

#music

iapetxs:

“I want you to kill the Queen.”

“Marcellus and I can worry about Antony. But you are sweet-spoken, and you are a mother, and you are so very, very lovely. I doubt it will be too difficult for you to get a moment to speak with her.”

She smiled and stared into the eyes of him whom she loved all and lusted and such even more than can be said or told.

“Such wants are already in motion my love.”