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and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.
Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain (via thedestrcyer)
inrevolt:
ENDFATE // STARTER
“F-fancy seein ya here” The smile twists his lips in an uncomfortable looking grin, but the sentiment is pure “They let ya o-out of the cage?” He doesn’t walk to receive her, but stands at the porch of his humble refuge, leaning against the chipped paint of a wooden column. His leg is worse today, probably the reason why he’s still here and hasn’t moved on to another location.
“ i let myself out ” her smile is quiet, barely more than a smirk ( not the kind of controlled pout you’d see on the other side of the barricade, at least ). “ brought you something. ” one of the few radios she’s got left from her grandpa, though this one’s broken & she doesn’t really have use for it anymore, without parts to repair it. meg kneels on the porch to retrieve it from her backpack, handing it out to him along with some bag of cookies the precinct wasn’t gonna miss. “ eat something, ted. you look like an animal. ”
devilsxson:
No fire arm to speak of, but his BLOODY fist tightens around the handle of a hunting knife still in its sheath. Something about this man is FERAL, a cornered animal who might not use violence as a first tactic but who is capable and willing to KILL. He might have done so already. Is that his blood or someone else’s?
“Come any closer and I’ll gut ya” a RAW voice, so low it’s almost a growl.
instincts kick in & the gun is raised in a second, aimed right at him but from the comfort of a safe distance in between them. perhaps she’s misjudged him: perhaps this place is just twisting her perception. “ i’m not coming closer. ” her voice is quiet, relaxed, but she’s wary: she supposes she’d have a couple seconds of advantage, should he attack her, but deranged means unpredictable & she’d rather not have to fire her gun inside the town perimeter. no, for now she just stands where she is, voice quiet but not receeding from her question: “ what’s your name ? how did you get inside ? ”
2/3 of my blogs have empty inboxes, this feels amazing.
HC: DORIAN.
MASSIVE trigger warnings for abuse, domestic violence, sexual abuse, gaslighting, gore, violence, knives, self-harm, ptsd. it’s long af so i put most of it under a read more. this mostly covers meg’s first-hand experience with dorian alone & the many wys in which he’s abused & manipulated her. it doesn’t really touch meg’s relationship with the other girls, but that will be explored in future posts.
meg has never told anyone about dorian & the years of abuse she was subjected to. as far as anyone in erydian knows, all her scars come from her involvement in a fire — though some have tried asking more questions, meg has never even uttered his name to anyone. the thing is, the sheer width of her trauma is so big, so heavy even she can’t bear to think about it — that, and her inability to perceive herself as a victim but rather a person as guilty as dorian himself, means trusting someone with the truth is close to impossible, for her. she tends to blame herself for pretty much everything that happened ( his manipulation was particularly effective, still is ).
when she disappeared, people started claiming she’d been abducted. that got a laugh out of her the first time she heard it ( a harsh, bitter laugh ). she’d followed him willingly. he was charming, he seemed so smart, & he seemed to hold the key to a future that would calm the restlessness in her. she fell for him like preys fall for traps. she was so unbelievably young then, even if she’d been taking care of her family all that while — she’d grown up so fast she hadn’t had the time to develop a thicker skin & she was naive, willing to believe anyone who’d promise her anything more than that still life. & he was good at first, always complimenting her & making sure she’d see him as the only one who got her. only after she’d agreed to follow him & leave her hometown did the real him start surfacing.
Continua a leggere
“ — how’d you get in ? ” he doesn’t look particularly dangerous. dirty, yes — probably slightly deranged by the looks of it, but not dangerous. so she doesn’t raise her weapon, even if an intruder on this side of the barricade would be enough to drive half of erydian nuts. she approaches him carefully, the way she would a wild animal. “ there’s other ways to get inside. this one might be, uh — frowned upon. ”
@devilsxson ♡’d !
“ here, put this on it. ” the ice pack is tossed across the table dividing them, a safe distance ‘cause meg’s still not sure how to approach the girl without coming off as a menace. “ wanna tell me how you got hurt ? ” a smile is offered — reassuring, hopefully, ‘cause she means no harm, she just can’t help her concern.
@astrificare ♡’d !
dark, heavy clouds gather on the horizon & she loses her gaze in them, for a while: a storm is breeding & she can’t help but think it’s a sign. “ i’m not saying it’s a bad plan, it’s just — i wish we had more options. ” the luxury of a choice, however, has been lost with the rest of the world.
@killtheliving ♡’d !
"I used to be a good man. Not anymore." ( from aiden )
“ aiden. ” her voice is perhaps too stern than she’d like it to be ; too autoritative. it’s not her rank that’s speaking now, however: no, it’s her experience. it’s having been on the other side of the darkness, it’s knowing what he’s talking about. it’s knowing how dangerous his words are. there’s a rotten aftertaste to them, the remaining tracks of an abuse either of them can’t forget. their experiences are different, but alike: talking to him might be like talking to herself, if she’d ever cared about her own survival the way she cares about aiden’s. she can’t bear the weight he speaks with — can’t conceive the notion of his darkness getting the best of him, so she speaks directly to him, eyes into his now. this time, she needs to be heard. “ what happened didn’t change who you are, who you really are. you’re older now. less naive. don’t mistake that for having lost your goodness — a hand on his shoulder, to emphasize her words — you’re not what he did to you. ”
@flawedseas / a meme i lost.
you’re good at this.
she’s been mending people’s wounds all her life, now. can’t do shit about her own — scars pile up on her skin like routes on an old map, the kind that’s long outlived its purpose. yet she tends to the cuts on other people’s skin with motherly precision, eyes narrowed as she applies each bandaid, & then she’s staring at him — unsure whether his words come from genuine appreciation or suspect, maybe. “ i got used to this. ” not really doing that to her own collection of cuts — to dorian’s other girls, mostly, her sisters, the sacrificial lambs she’s had to leave behind. a shadow passes over her face as she applies the last bandaid & lets go of his arm, retreating as if wounded herself. “ there. shouldn’t get infected, now. just don’t do anything stupid for a while. ”
@northgrit / a meme i lost.
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“When did you last sleep?” (dad Mike dadding mom Meg)
her whole body aches, from her neck to her feet — each bone begging for relief, each frayed nerve screaming for peace. she can’t get it, & she won’t get it; & though she’s aware of the wary, vaguely scolding gaze he’s casting upon her, meg can’t help but avoid his eyes, like a child caught red-handed. “ i don’t know ”, rubbing the back of her neck won’t make the tiredness fade away, but she keeps her eyes focused on the files before her ( hoping to find what, exactly ? she’s not sure. she’s not even sure she’s seeing the point of trying, anymore ) & attempts to ignore him. a thought is burned & etched into the back of her brain, a name & a face she has once hoped to forget: can’t get to sleep, knowing her own nightmare’s leaked out into the world. can’t close her eyes, if she blinks she might miss him. “ cut me some slack, mike ”, meg sighs, leaning back on her chair as she faintly rubs her temples. “ you know better than me that we can’t just sleep on his. ”
@justechoes / a meme i lost.
hey i Suck at keeping consistent activity across all my blogs but i missed my apocalypse mama so LIKE THIS FOR A SMALL THING while i work on the inbox / be advised that all these will be set in meg’s main verse unless you specify a different au / verse !! ♥
TRICK OR TREAT ・ @overdove / @vanderlylles / @endfate.
trick or treat 🎃 ily <3
@astrificare / trick or treat ! / selectively accepting.
‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’
@somnuseer / trick or treat ! / selectively accepting.
