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I am someone who did not die when I should have died.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“My kitchen is always open to friends.”

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“Is that what we are? Friends?”

#either path #exquisitetasteandcunning

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thee-cobalt-lightning:

sixpenceee:

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“Don’t worry, I’m a writer”

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Happy Birthday - Open

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sovereigncityslasher:

He wasn’t even mad that his solitude was being interrupted. He was tired, so the plan had been to crash for the night and pick up some breakfast in the morning. With the air getting colder, hunting at night was getting harder, tuckered him out quick. Could be an issue if he didn’t keep an eye on it, but shit. That was a problem for another time. He had himself a cozy little nest in a ritzy little place that actually had electricity, he hadn’t eaten yet and dinner had delivered itself, and it had brought a show with it.

If the guy hadn’t picked him up by odor alone, he couldn’t feel bad. He was straight-up so into the self-pity theatrics that he hadn’t noticed a thing, which was amazing. He was literally sprawled on the stairs, watching the entire spectacular, pathetic tableau of misery, from busting through the front door’s locks (didn’t even check the windows, would have found those locks snapped cleanly off if he had) to fucking lighting the candle.

He was practically giddy. He lifted himself up onto his elbows to peek through the banisters, and with total ecstatic bemusement said, “Holy fuckin’ shit, dude.”

No words could begin to describe the horror Jess felt in that particular moment. He’d just whispered happy birthday to himself. Alone. In the dark. With a fucking cupcake. He stood, yanking his knife from his thigh holster and stepping closer. “We both know you can’t live after seeing that.”

#damnation path #sovereigncityslasher #i hate you so goddamn much #this is the worst thing ever

tarot reader: now I will show you your fortune

me: cool I guess

tarot reader: why is every card death, what the fuck, I don't even have that many death cards

me: figures

archetypxl:

His face lit up with satisfaction at the blush he elicited. “Mm. Or they’re privileged enough to be on your good side,” he scoffed playfully, gaze lowering as he laughed, kindly allowing Jess’s an opening to slip away in his flush of embarrassment.

“Displeasure?” he suggested with the same easy levity, the same stubborn breeziness despite the somewhat more visceral turn of the conversation. The rapidly decreasing proximity between them evoked even less response, only an indulgent curl of his lips.

“Betrayal?” One hand moved to cup the back of the man’s head, felt the curiosity and mystery buzzing within. No malice, no bloodlust or fury, but those were not always reliable indicators for the Jess. The other reached out, palm up, a waiting invitation for Jess’s free hand. Rejection thereof, or any movement otherwise, of course, and he would be gone before the destructive fantasies of his friend wandered any further.

“Ugliness,” he said, simple and direct and calm. No fear or threat or supposition, but fact. “I don’t think we ought to find out.”

He raised his hand, hesitating an inch before their palms met. Would this be a surrender? A show of weakness? Alan rarely operated in such a way; he was surprisingly straightforward, or at least he was with Jess. Though the silence under his ear was a reminder that he was not operating on any sort of social rule book that could clue him into the best decision. He hated rules anyway.

“Perhaps not on this evening,” he compromised, closing the final distance. His shoulders visibly slackened, muscles that were perpetually tense born from a life constantly on guard easing slowly to relax his frame. Even the constant buzzing in his head calmed to a quiet hum in the world’s slowest trust fall.

“I’m not sure if I have one. A good side, that is.”

#archetypxl #damnation path

archetypxl:

“I hope you mean physically!” he replied with his eternally unshakable affability. “I like to think I do otherwise. But physically … ”

The subject, he believed, ought to be treated with some delicacy. Jess, lovely companion though he might be, did not need to dwell too deeply on what lay on the insides of things. Of others. Curiosity was an admirable trait, but Jess’s might be better steered towards subjects that didn’t encourage dissection.

Just a shell. A pretty shell, but no less false and empty.

“Well. I suppose I don’t.” He cupped Jess’s hand in his, thumbs stroking between Jess’s palm and the hollow chest it rested upon. “I find it imprudent to invest in the more superfluous details when they aren’t necessary. When I’m safe.” He lifted Jess’s hand to his lips before resting his chin upon it. “When I’m with someone who allows me to feel safe.”

He cursed every deity that may or may not exist for the way he could feel his face heating up. He scoffed, trying to cover up his embarrassment before the blush could reach his ears, accompanying the sound with a frankly drastic roll of his eyes. “Anyone who feels safe around me has zero self-preservation.”

His eyes flicked up to meet the other’s for only a brief moment before they dropped again, possibly the first time Alan had ever seen him unwilling to hold eye contact. Jess stepped closer, keeping his palm resting against the demon’s face as he pressed his own cheek to Alan’s chest. He closed his eyes and confirmed with his ears what his hand already told him.

He sounded like nothing. Like empty space and darkness. “If I cut you open, what would come pouring out?” He wondered aloud, making no attempt for the knife on his thigh yet.

#archetypxl #damnation path

@unquietgraves

Jess felt numb. Whether that was his emotional state or his physical reaction to the frigid conditions outside remained to be seen. His pants were soaked up to the knee and it was growing more and more difficult to make himself put one foot in front of the other. He couldn’t stop, however, not with only two hours until dawn and with three more pieces of a body in the sac over his shoulder that needed to be scattered. The bog was alive with the sounds of the night and it left his nerves even further frayed from jumping at every noise that seemed close to him.

Finally he finished his horrid task just as the first light began transforming the world around him from a pitch black hell to the slightly more visible waking nightmare he was used to. Despite the number of times he’d fallen into the water he still found his shirt covered in blood and he knew there was still work to do if he didn’t want to be arrested on sight back in town. He turned to make his way back towards civilization and froze when thought he’d caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

#unquietgraves #redemption path #whoops I kind of forgot about this!#sorry about that