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Cain flexed his shoulders to loosen them more, looking over the red-headed, petite girl before him. Cain had never paid her much attention until recently, but now she seemed to crash into his world like a force of nature. Cassie had brought the stars into his sky, forcing him to look up once more, to admire the beauty of the sky. Camryn used to do that for him, but he had lost his touch with the ferocious girl. Camryn was going to suffer if he continued to be around her, most people did. But Camryn could lose more than just a friend, she could lose her future. Cain wasn’t going to let that burden hang on his head, not for his own selfish needs.

With a grunt, Cain gestured for Cassie to follow his stretches. “Sure, it’ll help with supplies.” The stone-cold male replied, pulling his leg up to the back of his thigh. “Cassie, right?” He questioned, Cain had never been good with names. He also lacked the close companionship that many others in his group had developed, from joining so late in the game, as well as losing any form of human sympathy after the years of cattle-prodding the Core had forced him through.

“I didn’t take you for one to enjoy runs, Cassie, whenever I did at the Core, not many others did.” He added, not questioning her enthusiasm to join him on the run. He needed someone to see him innocently, without the knowledge of his past, the group knew too much about him. Cain was a force of destruction, he knew that was how others saw him. But sometimes it was nice to feel the withdraw of judgement. Cain couldn’t control his anger, it was it’s own entity, no one saw that.

#( & cassie. )#( & para. )

cain “cabrakan” antinanco, playlist 001.

001. E for Extinction - Thousand Foot Crunch, 002. Monster - Imagine Dragons, 003. Bottom of a Bottle - Smile Empty Soul, 004. Faceless - Red, 005. Water - Breaking Benjamin, 006. From Heads Unworthy - Rise Against, 007. Snuff - Slipknot, 008. Wrong Side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

#( & playlist. )

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D A R K N E S S still lingered in her thoughts, haunting her at night, wrapping its icy claws around her throat and keeping the ability to B R E A T H E from her. Night was meant to be her solace, the time when she got to see the s t a r s that she spent every waking moment thinking of– charting them, letting herself be guided by them, dedicating her L I F E to them. Instead, Cassie had hesitated before stepping outside the night after she’d been thrust into a world of repeating trees and seeing nothing but P I T C H B L A C K D A R K N E S S.

But it had not been for long—- no, Cassie still remembered the warm, soothing embrace of the tall figure that whispered comforting words into her hair. Recalling it had helped her step into the darkness that night, and sure enough– the stars were still there.

She could barely believe that it had been C A I N, of all Outlasters, to hold her like that. When they’d discussed it, Cassie had found it bizarre— this man had been deemed a M O N S T E R even by himself, his nightmare plagued by people he had turned into c o r p s e s. There was an angel to this person labeled a demon, an angel only Cassie had caught a glimpse of. But a glimpse was enough for her to have T R U S T that the angel was there– just hiding behind the demon.

Seeing Cain by himself, Cassie, who had been unoccupied, searching for a way to kill time until it was dark enough for her to make progress on her star chart, made her way straight towards him and did not think twice before tapping his shoulder.

❝ Hey. What’re you up to? ❞

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Cain was poised in place, one arm stretched across his chest, the other pulling it closer to himself. Pulling against the muscles lying just beneath his sun-scathed skin. His body was taught, giving a prime example of his preparedness for attack. Cain wasn’t well liked among his peers, he was constantly ready for any form of attack. Few of the members of the first Arcadian group tolerated his temper, only Don and Camryn. Don had been helping him control his anger, and Camryn had always been his little sister. The others didn’t mean much to him, they weren’t important to the goal of living outside the walls. The trap of his life, the cage that Cain’s own father had striven to build. The only thing that mattered to Cain was survival,

He flinched slightly when someone tapped him on the back, and turned to face them. Cassie. The red-headed daughter of the stars that he had been given the opportunity to comfort in the solitude of utter darkness. Cain wasn’t a sympathetic man, often times he was indifferent, but this girl triggered his kindness. Cassie hit the humanity that rested below layers of pain, abuse, and anger. She was beautiful, and Cain had never felt so attracted to someone in the way he was her. Cassie gave him comfort, she was a child of the universe, whole and genuine. That’s what set her apart from the rest, no one else in the group was genuine, all of them hid beneath layers of secrets and darkness.

“Going for a run, I need to get some energy out.” Cain commented, switching his arms in order to fully stretch his entire body. “We might find some supplies on the way, it’d be easier to carry them if someone else came with me.” He offered lacking any subtlety in his advances. Cain wasn’t one to beat around the bush, he liked Cassie, and he wanted to see how that would work out. A girlfriend could be a nice relief from the world they were in at the moment.

#( & cassie. )#( & para. )

cassiedawsxn-blog

❝ i’ve got Y O U

Y O U ‘ VE got m e —–

just focus on t h a t. ❞

———– ♔ ♛ a cain && cassie aesthetic.

#( & cassie. )#MMMM #( & aesthetic. )

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I w a r n e d you I TOLD you there would be CONSEQUENCES oh yes, I am angry, and YOU are going to feel the repercussions and the entire time, you will know that it is your OWN FAULT.

#( & musings. )

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#( & cassie. )#( & camryn. )#( & musings. )

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#( & camryn. )#( & musings. )

The hand that bestowed itself upon his shoulder was unsure, reluctant, in some way it made Cain’s heart hurt. But it was truth, nothing but. He may be Camryn’s pseudo brother, her protector, her savior. But Cain was a monster in itself, this fate was destined to him at birth, when his mother decided to curse him with the name Cain. The biblical male who murdered his brother, and now, Cain was bound by kismet to destroy Camryn as well. Cain was not raised to love, Cain was raised by a mother who saw him for what he was to be, and a father who rarely appeared. His past, his experiences, those forced him to be the monstrosity he was today. Despite all odds, someone had come to love him, and he loved her, but now that was never going to be the same.

“A nightmare... Camryn, that nightmare was my reality, I killed all of those people.” He didn’t droop in appearance as these were simply the facts of his life. “My mother, the watchers, Dimitri’s twin, I killed them.” The demon in his heart seemed to sob with joy at the statement of homicide. “You know me, Camryn, you’ve seen me take lives, you know that no one with human qualities could do something so complicated.” He turned to face her, Camryn’s stark black eyes meeting the soft brown hues of Cain’s. His eyes were a contrast to his soul, the soul that had been stained with oil and grit many years ago. “You’re so damn bent on being my little sister, but you’re afraid of me, everyone is.” His voice picked up more venom as time went on, “You’re a hypocrite for saying you love me, how can you love something when you're wanting to make it something it's not?” The malice in his voice once again softened, this time due to sadness. "You don't love me, you love the idea of fixing something that seems to be broken." "Your mistake lies there, I'm not broken. Stop trying to insist to yourself that I am."

#( & para. )#( & camryn. )

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Though they’re far from the walls of Helena, free of the nightmares they were forced to live, she can still remember every detail vividly. The sight of her dead body, a corpse littering the ground of Cain’s mind, another name added to the list of those he’d killed, won’t leave her mind. All she can focus on is the eery feeling of staring into her own lifeless eyes, of watching as her b r o t h e r spoke so callously about himself, was so n o n c h a l a n t about her death. She’s startled from these thoughts by the sound of footsteps, and as she lifts her eyes she sees the D E V I L who’s haunting her has arrived in the tent where she sits.

❛ — CAIN. ❜ Her voice is soft, startled, and she drops the gun she was cleaning, the object falling carelessly to the ground and landing between the pair. Her gaze shifts to the fallen weapon, and for a brief moment f e a r flickers across her features, memories of his crass words about her corpse flooding her mind. Could he really kill her ? She’s always trusted his hands, despite the s c a r s they bare, they’ve never been anything but k i n d to her, treating her like a sister, protecting her from the horrors that surround them. But in that trust she’s forgotten that he’s one of those H O R R O R S, that he’s the m o n s t e r parents warn their children about, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to a t t a c k.

Every instinct within her tells her to r u n. In the eternal struggle of FIGHT or FLIGHT, F L I G H T is the winner every time. The fox doesn’t stay to fight, she runs into the wilderness. And already she’s preparing to do just that, ready to retreat into darkness, unable to even meet the eyes of someone she t r u s t s with her life. ❛ I - I’ll just go… ❜ She stands, stepping backwards, blindly searching for an exit, her eyes lifting briefly but not quite meeting his.

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Cain wasn’t one to reason, he was beyond reasoning. Nemesis had long left his mind, many years ago, she would be groveling on her throne if she were real. Cain was an extremist, he was one way or another, he was black or white. There was no gray, not in his world. He found it comical that Camryn was trying so hard to deny that, to deny that part of him. She’s watched him destroy countless, and she still believes he has a heart. Seeing Camryn’s dead body was a numbed response, he was incapable of feeling afraid of a scenario he had pictured in his mind for many years. Ever since the beautiful, dark-haired girl was born, Cain was destined to be the death of her. Much like his biblical counterpart, Cain was marked with the kismet of death, death to all those around him, death to his humanity.

“Little bird, gone flightless once more, haven’t we?” Cain questioned, speaking in metaphors. Going flightless always mean’t letting fear in, letting fear cripple their productivity. The affectionate name Cain had given his little sister many years ago seemed to fall on deaf ears. It no longer seemed to hold safety, but indifference. That was the most cruel part about the Antinanco son, the fact that he was indifferent towards those he concerned himself with. He was a monster, did he really have any emotions other than anger? That wasn’t likely, not in this case.

“You know, little bird, I always liked you because you never tried to force me to be something I’m not.” Cain spoke softly, looking over the fretting girl. “You knew what I was, I never lied to you about it, so why are you so shocked?” The question came as more of an obvious statement. Cain’s words left trails of frostbite, his hell was burning cold, leaving his victims frozen and confused.

#( & para. )#( & camryn. )

❝ t h i s bone and FLESH could { never } find a reason to breathe in again.❝

#( & aesthetic. )#god bless tris

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✖ ┋❛ HEY BROTHER, DO YOU STILL BELIEVE IN ONE ANOTHER?

but you saw M O R E — you saw my d e e p e s t part with the L I G H T of a thousand s t a r s, you saw T H E M and through your e y e s, you showed me EVERYTHING

( it’s B E A U T Y and R A G E )

#( & camryn. )#( & moodboard. )#oH MY GOD BLESS ELLIE

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#( & don. )

rosamundpike

#( & mi. )

onceuponamusing

‘MERCY!’ they cried, ‘PLEASE — HAVE MERCY!’

‘SORRY,’ you sneered, ‘—I’M ALL OUT OF MERCY.’

#( & musings. )

#( & out of character. )

2, 17

.002 things you said through your teeth.

His chest POUNDED with the beating of his heart, furiously slamming against his rib cage in an attempt to break free. Inflamed anger radiated off of the body of Cabrakan in the form of sweat droplets. Cain was not a ( f o r c e ) to be reckoned with, and this time, he was pushed over the edge. No, he was thrown, kicking and screaming the whole way down. Formally greenish, brown eyes rotted into an unfeeling, jet-black color. His vision became fiery-red with rage, everything shook, it was like an earthquake of blood had filled the facility. The wire connecting his HUMANITY to his words had been cut, ( s h r e d d e d ), and thrown aside. Haven looked terrified, the monster inside of Cain had come to life. And Haven was to become the next victim. If she didn’t leave soon, not even a higher-being could save her from the torture.

With another heaving breath, and the sound of Cain’s teeth grinding together. He pushed out a stoic, dead laugh. A sound so terrifying, even King Arthur’s heart would stop beating in fear. It was the feeling you received when someone scratched a chalk board. Words C R A W L E D out of his throat like a snake preparing to sun itself, Cain’s voice sounded oddly { euphoric }.

“All I want is to see your blood running down my hands.”

#( & haven. )#( & meme. )

That was even more hilarious, the little rodent trying to reason with the snake. The all-predator, the destroyer, the venomous touch. Clarabel mean’t nothing to him, her emotions, her intentions, they didn’t matter. Cain had let go of any emotional attachments when he was in the Core. Other than Camryn, he stopped caring about people. He allowed anger to become his power, to become his venom. Cain was Apep, the snake, the monster, chasing after Ra with every sunrise. “I find it amusing that you’re trying to prove some sort of point, if you were truly strong, your point would’ve already been made.” He retorted, the temperature seeming to drop with the ice of his words. Cain intended to cut deep, he intended to see bone, to see the weakest part of another person, that was what made him truly great.

#( & clarabel. )#( & para. )#haha i'm so sorry he's such a dick

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