c o w a r d l y.

when your dreams all F A I L and the ones we hail are the worst of all, and the blood's run STALE. i wanna hide the truth, i wanna shelter you. but with the BEAST inside, there's nowhere you can hide. no matter what we breed, we still are made of GREED.

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° lcvatelli:

      your hands are used to being  FISTS  ,  but is it because you don’t know what else hands can do ?  are you so used to the throbbing pain of flesh wounds that you’ve grown numb to all other senses ?  has it all just became white noise to you ?  life  CRUEL  to the weak hearts ,  so you try not to care .  you say nothing matters ,  because  everything  does .  she understands more than she says ,  more than you’ll ever know .  ❛  that’s WHAT i’m here to find out .  ❜  statement is  CLEAR  ,  closed lid ,  no room for those emotions to overflow .  ❛  you were in the  same  bar as her last night ,  dominic .  the guy that’s gotten you in here seems to have let the memory  fall  off his head — but i think  YOU  might have seen something  important  . ❜  she collects the gruesome evidence .  you don’t  KNOW  but if she could spare your eyes of witnessing what hers see  everyday ,  she’d do so .  CLOSED FILE ,  a breath .  hope never slips from her grasp ,  this girl’s got firm hand  &  rough edges ,  but don’t be fooled child ,  it’s all to shield that  WILTING  heart of hers .  ❛  i  THINK  you want to help .  i think underneath all of this — you’re a good kid .  even when you do things that get you into trouble ,  you do it because you think you’re doing the  RIGHT THING ,  right ?  you’d never hurt an  innocent  person .  ❜   hazel orbs don’t waver ,  they’re trained not to .  it’s almost as if they could dig a hole through you ,  but there’s where  EMPATHY  dwells too .  ❛  if you let me — there’s something i’d like to  TRY .  it doesn’t hurt ,  you won’t even have to move a finger .  you don’t have to  agree , but it might help you remember that night more clearly .  ❜

          his  head  is  pounding  from  all  the  spinning  it’s  been  doing  in  the  past  few  minutes.  him?  seeing  something  important?  even  if  he  did,  he  was  intoxicated.  that  alone  made  red  think  he  wasn’t  even  capable  of  being  a  trustworthy  narrator  when  it  came  down  to  the  events  of  the  night  before.    ❛    there  are  no  innocent  people.    ❜    this  is  something  he  holds close  to  his  heart   ––––   his  broken,  bruised,  torn  up  heart.  trembling  hands  find  comfort  in  grasping  one  another,  nails  digging  into  skin  as  his  gaze  darts  away  from  the  brunette  momentarily.    ❛    yeah,  sure.  if  you  think  it’ll  help.    ❜    he’s  not  stupid  enough  to  argue  with  someone  that’s  clearly  smarter  than  him.  not  to  mention,  the  girl  had  way  more  authority  than  he  ever  would.  memories  will  often  times  visit  in  flashes,  quick  glances  at  the  past  with  no  real  context.  his  mind  just  really  liked  giving him  mysteries  to  solve  over  and  over  again.  eyebrows  furrow  in  slight  confusion  as  he  tries  to  shake  the  vivid  images  of  a  particular  blonde  flirting  with  him  the  night  of  her  murder.  red’s  natural  charisma  must  have  served  as   a  beacon  that  night,  because  things  were  really  going  well.  of  course,  the  one  good  person  in  his  life  turned  out  to  be  a  victim  later  that  night.  that’s  not  his  fault,  right?  how  could  it  be?  he  didn’t  even  see  her  leave.  at  least,  not  that  he  recalls.

[cravenhearted-blog]

ft. @fleshbringer !

          it  doesn’t  take  much  for  the  young  boy  to  snap.  on  this  particular  night,  someone  had  so  kindly  decided  to  bump  into  him,  spilling  the  beverage  all  down  the  troubled  youth’s  front  side.  red  doesn’t  really  remember  much  after  that...  except  for  the  pounding  he  gave  the  guy.  knuckles  hit  flesh  and  lips  over  fifteen  times  before  someone  could  finally  drag  red  away  successfully.  then  there’s  a  quick  blur  in  his  memory,  and  now  he’s  here   ––––   bruised  knuckles,  bloodied  lip  and  all  as  he  leaned  with  his  back  against  the  bricks  of  an  alley.    ❛    motherfucker.    ❜    he  spits  at  the  ground,  bringing  a  hand  up  to  wipe  his  mouth  before  crimson  stains  his  sleeve.    ❛    you  got  a  light?    ❜    he  can  feel  someone  there,  but  he  hasn’t  bothered  to  look  up  and  actually  see them  before  he’s  pulling  a  cigarette  out  of  his  pocket.

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° singersonlydaughter:

A smirk twitched on her lips. He was certainly pushing her buttons in the right way, egging on that anger she kept bottle up within her frame. “You think I can’t hit you and leave a mark?” She asked, curling her fists up at her side.

“Come on then, hotshot, lemme show you what I can do.”

          a  grin  couldn’t  fail  to  wash  across his  lips,  one  hand  lifting  to  rub  at  his  chin  before  red’s  arching an  eyebrow.  after  a  moment  of  thinking  about  it  and  waiting  until  she  said  she  was  joking,  his  features  fell.    ❛    ––––   you’re  serious?    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° shrinemade:

    ❝ MMM yeah. ❞ she was still half asleep and more or less unable to analyze if he were lying or not. the blonde shifted to sit up on her elbows, bringing a hand up to rub at her eyes. ❝ how good are you at pancakes, i mean… do you burn them? ❞

          red’s  jaw  fell  slack  momentarily,  head  leaning  to  the  side  just a  bit  before  his  lips  curved  into  an  ‘ o ‘  shape.  soon  enough,  he  was  shrugging  and  shooting  her  a  small  smile.    ❛    depends  on  the  day.  i  can  go  try  to  not  burn  some  for  you,  though.    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° undenicblydead:

             ❝                jesus .    ❞       PARTIALLY    they  don’t  necessarily  disagree  with  him ,   carrying  their  own  demons  around  like  a  weight    TIED    TO    THEIR    ANKLE .     spirits   lurking  around  corners  with  mocking  grins  and    SHARP    TEETH    exposed  as  the  atmosphere  shifts  around  their   decaying   souls  .        ❝    and  here  you  were    SCOLDING    me  for  getting    too    deep  .    speak  for  yourself ,   SOCRATES .    ❞

          red’s  gaze  never  strayed  from  the  other’s  figure,  eyebrows  slightly  arched  in  a  way  that’s  almost taunting.    ❛    ––––   what’s  with  the  nicknames?    ❜    the  boy’s  curiosity  was  spiked,  leaving  him  to  lean  back  a  bit  more  with his  arms  crossed.    ❛    like,  we  get  it...  you  know  a  lot  of  ancient  people.    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

lowkey i wanna change his name to ‘ red ’ ... or i could keep dom his name and just say he goes by red .. i’m shook

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° rampcncy:

If Eleven could be in a constant state of rolling his eyes, he would be. “You can get yourself a fucking glass of water.” He felt his entire being fill with rage, how on earth had this boy managed to anger him so much? And why was he letting him stay? He fell back on the couch, clutching at his hair from frustration. “Fuck..”

          a  slight   grin  settles  on  dom’s  features  as  cold  water  runs  over  the  various  cuts  across  his  skin.  he  shakes  his  head  once  and lets  his  voice  become  slightly  overconfident  for  just  a  moment.    ❛    you’re  the  one  that  told  me  not  to  touch  anything.    ❜    once  the  water’s  shut  off,  he  dries  his  hand  and  places  a  couple  band-aids  over  the  wounds.  it’s  nothing  like  a  doctor  would  do,  but  at  least  it’s  covering  the  blood.  when  he  walks  out,  he  glances  towards  the  stranger  before  smiling  and  heading  towards  the  kitchen  to  grab  himself  some  water.    ❛    you  look  like  you  could  use  a  drink.  got  anything  useful  in  here?    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° singersonlydaughter:

“Oh, so you’re one of those guys, huh? Great.       I’m just trying to make sure neither of us end up with a few broken ribs, alright? Shit ain’t fun, and I’m in no mood to be throwing punches.”

          ❛    one  of  what  guys,  exactly?   ––––   oh,  don’t  do  me  any  favors.  unless  you  got  knuckles  of  steel,  i  wouldn’t  worry  about  painting  a  shiner  on  my  face  or  denting  my  ego  with  a  punch,  sweetheart.    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

❑ ° shrinemade:

     she, unfortunately, stirs at first, by hearing the bed shift. probably nothing, she’s a light sleeper. kiersten’s eyes close once more as she’s about to ignore whatever it was, probably dom shifting beside her. because that was a thing that happened. also something that it was way too early to think about. the second time, she’s awake for sure. kiersten takes a deep breath before speaking, voice still laced with sleep, though she doesn’t move from her position. yet.  ❝ i would have had to have been dead not t’hear that… you leavin’? ❞

          he’s  turning  around  slowly  at  first,  unsure  of  whether  or  not  she  had  ACTUALLY  said  something.  did  he  really  wake  her  up?  that  wasn’t  something  he’d  planned  on  doing.  once  he  realizes  her  question,  dom  just  shakes  his  head  ( as  if  she  could  see  him )  quickly  and  clears  his  throat  quietly.    ❛    i  was  J U S T  about  to  make  breakfast.   ––––   want  anything?    ❜

[danverscarol]

[cravenhearted-blog]

          it’s  a  bit  past  eight  in  the  morning  when  the  redhead  feels  his  phone  vibrate  on  the  stand  beside  the  bed.  first,  he  finds  himself  sitting  up  on  the  edge  of  the  mattress,  foggy  gaze  soon  targeting  the  shirt  on  the  floor  before  he’s  leaning  forward  to  snatch  it  up.  dom  takes  his  time  after  that,  yet  his  movements  are  careful  and  soft.  he’s  trying  not  to  wake  the  sleeping  figure  beside  him,  taking  into  consideration  that  it  was  probably  better  to  leave  without  a  trace.  of  course,  his  dumb  self  withdrew  the  phone  onto  the  bed  and,  just  his  luck,  it  vibrated  again  ––––  right  in  the  other’s  ear.  dom  grabs  the  phone  quickly,  turning  the  sound  and  vibrations  off  before  he  glances  down  at  the  other.  with  a  soft  sigh,  he  stands  up  and  makes  his  way  towards  the  mirror  on  their  desk,  running  a  hand  through  fiery  locks  and  checking  his  reflection  momentarily  to  make  himself look  somewhat presentable.

[cravenhearted-blog]

lcvatelli:

      CHILDISH ANTICS  come as a  breath of fresh  air compared to previous encounters —  let’s say people didn’t always take kindly to the FBI meddling in their business .  closed lids veil her mocha gaze ,  a short nod following his words .  ❛  i believe you .  ❜  she did .  ❛  but a jury might not .  ❜  years of practice tend to be its own lie detector  &  while this boy held a scent of WILD YOUTH ,  it didn’t made his words any less valuable .  ❛  i read your file . it’s pretty lengthy ,  i even had to put on my glasses .  lots of misdemeanors . temperament issues ,  trouble with authority .  but here’s the THING mr . havenford ,  ❜  a pause intercepts for her to places the papers on the table ,  never breaking eye-contact with the perpetrator.  ❛  i’ve seen my  FAIR SHARE  of bad people .  murderers ,  drug dealers ,  textbook sociopaths .  once you’ve looked into their eyes , you don’t forget .  it’s like staring into an abyss —  that lack of humanity .  looking at you now ,  i  know  you’re not one of them .  and my  JOB  to put the real criminals behind bars .  my job to find who did this —-  ❜  she slides a crime scene photo over to eye-reach ,  nail tapping at the frame ; BLONDE HAIR  drenched in crimson ,  blue-eyes lifeless ,  slender build thrown carelessly over black trashbags  .  ❛  to an innocent girl .  &  as god is my witness , i  WILL rain down on this scumbag like the holy spirit  &  put him in a hole so deep ,  he can’t climb out for the rest of his miserable existence on this earth .  but i don’t think you belong in  HANDCUFFS ,  or in a jail-cell , for that matter .  what do  YOU  think ,  dominic ?  ❜

          well,  that’s  something  dominic  wasn’t  familiar  with.  people  never  believed  him.  not  about  the  abuse  at  home  ( until  he  was  literally  sent  to  the  the  hospital ).  not  about  him  being  innocent  when  it  came  to  anything.  his  knuckles  were  always  battered  and  bloodied,  leaving  him  to  be  an  easy  target.    ❛    my file?    ❜    his  lips  curve  downwards,  eyelids  flurttering  in  the  slightest  as  a  thousand  thoughts  raced  through  his  mind.  was  everything  in  there?  was  it  just  criminal  records?  the  only  thing  he  was  ashamed  of  was  living  in  isolation  his  whole  life  without  asking  for  outside  help.  he  doesn’t  like  other  people  knowing  about  that  part  of  him.  his  gaze  drops  towards  the  picture,  stomach  twisting  and  knotting  almost  instantly.  his  cheeks  puff  out  as  he  holds  back  a  gag,  eyes  darting  anywhere  else  in  the  room.  he  can  handle  a  lot,  but  that  was  different.  he’d  never killed  anyone  before.    ❛    i  think  you  should  be  lookin’  for  witnesses  instead  of  questioning  a  guy  givin’  another  guy  justice  for  being  an  asshole.    ❜    there’s  something  familiar  about  that  girl  in  the  pictures  that  dom  can’t  quite  wrap  his  head  around.  he  hopped  throughout  bars  a  good  amount  of  times  during  the  week,  so  he’s  guessing  that’s  where  he’s  noticed  her  before.    ❛    ––––  but,  i  don’t  know.  where  do  you  think  i  belong?  you  seem  to  know  everything  else.    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

singersonlydaughter:

@cravenhearted

“How about we don’t do anything brash that might end up with someone dead, specifically me.”

          ❛   selfish,  are  we?   ––––   how  about  you  stop  telling  me  what  to  do?    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

undenicblydead:

             they  don’t  speak  about  the    shadows    hiding  in  the  darkness ,   the  dangerous    AURA    looming  above  disbelieving  souls  and    reaching    with    claws    for  the  last  few  pieces  of    NAÏVE    INNOCENCE .    you  don’t  talk  about  what  others    CAN’T    SEE ,   you  hide  it  in  the  depths  of  the    mariana    trench  ,   along  with  the  rest  of  your  secrets .        ❝             now  you’re  just  being    RIDICULOUS .    ❞

          he’s  amused  again,  now  shifting  to  lean  forward  as  he  eyed  the other  in  front  of  him.    ❛   how  do  you  not  believe  in  something  that  lives  inside  of  all  of  us?    ❜    a  shift  in  his  demeanor  now  lets  him  radiate  darkness,  an  underlying  layer  of  evil  that  the  boy  doesn’t  normally show.  it’s  clear  in  the  grin  on  his  features  that  he’s  too  into  this  conversation  already.

[cravenhearted-blog]

lcvatelli:

( @cravenhearted LIKED for a starter. )

      shuffling demands attention,  papers between polished nails , caramel orbs skimming each word with caution ,  making silent notes . she’s got a  STERN  look ,  too heavy of a load for such small shoulders . & still ,  there’s a hint of femininity to her demeanor ,  one she’s struggled to keep intact ,  a glimpse of the little girl who used to wear tutus  &  pointe shoes .  ❛  drunk and disorderly ,  assault … can i level with you ,  mr .  havenford ?  things are not looking good .  the guy wants to press charges  &  he’s got eye-witnesses . that’s pretty hard to to beat in court .  ❜  her torso inches closer ,  elbows resting against the cold ,  steel surface .   ❛  i can maybe persuade the local police to go for community service ,  but you gotta help yourself here .  why don’t you tell me  WHAT  you know about our victim ?  ❜

          there’s  shame  in  his  figure  at  first,  shoulders  hunched  as  his  arms  crossed  over  his  chest.  at  the  mentions  of  his  previous  mistakes,  a  tongue  pokes  out  to  run  over  his  lower  lip  before  the  boy  is  shaking  his  head.    ❛    yeah,  my  eye  has  a  witness,  too.    ❜    one  hand  lifts  to  gesture  towards  the  shiner  on  his  own  eye,  but  it  dropped  after  a  few  moments  as  he  scowled.    ❛    he started it.    ❜    it  wasn’t  a  complete  lie.  dom’s  eyebrow’s  furrow  momentarily  as  he  lets  out  a  slight  scoff.    ❛    look,  he’s  a  dick.  he’s  known  for  being  a  dick.  i’m  the  only  one  that  did  anything  about  it.    ❜    fingernails  dig  slightly  into  the  sleeves  of  his  sweatshirt  as  dom  just  sighs.    ❛    look,  they  can  send  me  to  jail  all  they  want.  that  place  is  better  than  any  hellhole  i’ve  lived  in  before  anyway.  and,  why  would  you  wanna  help  me?  i  don’t  care  if  it’s  your  job.  you  don’t  give  a  shit.    ❜

[cravenhearted-blog]

undenicblydead:

             PERPETUAL    MERRIMENT    falters  for  a  mere  moment  at  the  words .    they  decide  to  huff  and  puff  their  chest  out  in   defense ,    BEWILDERMENT    filtering  through  the  prior  amusement .       ❝                 i’ll  have  you  know  that  aliens  are  real ,   the  moon  landing  was  fake  and    THE    MANDELA    EFFECT    does   in   fact   exist .    ❞       the  moment  of  faux  dismay  over  the  other’s  scepsis  gives  way  to  yet  another    MISCHIEVIOUS    grin ,   rose  lips  curling  upwards  with  the  syllables  falling  from  them .        ❝    why  not  ask  me  about    GHOSTS    next  ?    they’re  my    favourite    topic .    ❞

          an  amused  grin  settled  on  his  features,  hands folding  in  his  lap  as  he  listened  to  the  other  speak.  this  would  be  entertainment  enough  for  the  time  being.    ❛   ghosts aren’t real.    ❜    that’s  one  thing  he’s  sure  of.  his  features  fall  serious  for  a  moment.    ❛   demons,  though...  those  are  real.    ❜    leaning  back  in  his  chair,  dom  just  shrugs  with  a  slight  smile.

[cravenhearted-blog]

cloudsofsunlight:

christopher carefully observed the stranger before him, & tried his very best to get an idea of his demeanor. his jaw clenches into smile, a smile that was holding him back from saying something he’d probably regret. not that it really matters after all, he thinks, because he owns the place, so it’s not like he’s at risk of getting the boot. maybe it’s a moral thing. “ well, doesn’t exactly take a rocket scientist to navigate between burgers & fries. need some help, sir ? ” he scratches the back of his neck just to dip his chin & look around a bit like there wasn’t someone sitting right before him. “ guess not. ” he mutters to himself, though it was probably loud enough for the other to hear clearly. he looks back at the clock one last time, like it was the last time he’d ever see the damned thing. “it’s– it’s no problem. what can i get ya ? ”

          there’s another slight moment of silence as dominic lifts a hand to rub at his chin. eyebrows furrow in thought before he’s closing the menu and running a hand through his hair.   ❛   it does at this place.   ❜   the redhead lifts his gaze towards the other, arms crossed as they lean upon the top of the counter. one foot is tapping almost inaudibly against the floor as the other rests on the bar of the stool, eyebrows arched as he could recognize the clear annoyance on the man’s features.   ❛   just a chocolate shake.   ❜   he’s not a complete asshole, but he’s close. dom digs in his pockets for a bit before pulling out his wallet to place a twenty on the surface, pushing it forward.   ❛   keep the change.   ❜