the destruction glorifier

[fearhasaface]

[fearhasaface]

the killer in me is the killer in you; ( au )

[littleladylockwood-blog]

He wasn’t the first to laugh at her, and he wouldn’t be the last. She couldn’t be sure what he’d even to be so funny, but it hardly mattered. Walking in to this, Nellie never had any intention of telling him the jokes told told behind her back, the laughs at how she was saddled with an impossible case: find a killer who was more than capable of staying two steps ahead of them at all times. But she pushed herself to be right there behind him, and with the help of the man cuffed before her, she’d be that much closer to putting it all to rest.

After three days, there should have been more to show for it. The only thing that was beginning to show was the officer’s frustration, especially when he spoke up, drawing in unwanted attention from the other occupants of the diner. She only spoke in return when she’d finished her meal, “Let’s cut the bullshit, shall we?” It was only the two of them, no others from the station to keep an eye out, make sure they stayed in line. But even then, she felt no fear when she pulled out the key to the handcuffs. “I would advise that you do not try to run. I have no problem in taking you down should you try.” 

It’s hard not to smile just a little, but she manages to hide it well enough. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to free the man’s hands, allow him to order whatever he wished from the menu to satisfy his own hunger. Nellie knew enough about him, his past deeds, and he didn’t seem the to be the kind of person she’d heard the station talk about. If you looked hard enough, dug to find the truth, you’d find out anything about anyone. She knew from the start that her offer would catch his attention, but that hadn’t been her only reason. She knew the prisons, the wards, and how people could be treated there. 

“I get it, yeah? Got two brothers of my own, and if I were in a position such as this, I would do whatever it took to see them again. You have to give a little to get a little, okay?” He didn’t need to know that her brothers rarely spoke to her, hardly cared, but it never deferred her love for them. “I’m not asking you to snitch. I’m asking you to think of your sister, think of how she would feel just to see you again.” She knew that it was possible to secure his release, but only if they produced results. After all, his head wasn’t the only one on the chopping block…

“For now, I just want you to look at what we have, and try to figure out where the next move will be. When you’re ready, we will begin again.” 

[fearhasaface]

Her attitude makes him smile, though it isn’t the kind of smile that puts people at ease; it slowly unfurls at the corners, and then widely, as if he has figured her all out just by her response alone. It is a far-reaching dream to think that he’d ever be free of that prison — it was even a stroke of luck that he wasn’t on death row, next in line for the chair — but the government must be pathetically desperate to grab him from his chains and yank him out to help them solve a few murders. Granted, the victims had been high profile officials, important people that didn’t care about the little people, and the copy cat didn’t seem to have any regard for subtly in his acts but flaunted them gruesomely. 

Marcus may have been flattered that this murderer took after him if only it hadn’t put him in a suspicious situation. After numerous hours of being interrogated ( “No, I don’t have a fuckin’ protege,” and “No, how th’ fuck do ya’ think I can escape out o’ solitary,” ), they came to the conclusion that he had nothing to do with these new crimes other than the obvious, and then someone must’ve came up with the bright idea of getting his insight on the matter. He knew he should be grateful for the chance to see his sister and brother again, but these things always came with a higher price than you’re first told, and he certainly didn’t like the idea of any authority using his family as some kind of leverage against him.

“There’s always a pattern,” he starts, his fingers tapping methodically along the table as if to annoy her. “If what ya’ told me is accurate, he’ll find another sorry shite within a week. Ya’ keep t’ the pattern, and ya’ don’t get caught, get it? Ya’ have any idea o’ who he’s going after next?”

It wasn’t like Marcus was the average serial killer — he hadn’t followed any plan like this man most definitely was.

“If this is so bloody important, why do they only have you workin’ this fuckin’ thing?”

[fearhasaface]

the killer in me is the killer in you; ( au )

He laughs the first time he hears her name, but it stops short when he sees her. She has her hair up, a solemn look on her face, the kind of expression that tells him she isn’t here to scrutinize his so called ‘good behavior’, or to ask inane questions he’s heard a thousand times. She lays down an offer, of which he’s surprised she can even give, but if there’s any chance of getting out of this prison, of not enduring the same mindless tasks every day, he would take it. Even if it meant studying the moves of a copy cat killer.

“I ain’t in the business of snitching, love,” he avowed, lips twisted in a grin that unsettled the guards when they saw it. It doesn’t take long for her to change the tune of the conversation, mentions his sister and how much she misses him, tells him he could see her again, that she could shorten his sentence. While he hesitates, it is clear she already has him hooked, but that doesn’t mean he is any less reluctant. When he is out of prison, he doesn’t consider it freedom. She leads him around investigating evidence, crime scenes, everything that matches how he once did his work. His murders had been an act of protection for his family, and yet someone had to take that and make a sick perversion of it.

They’re at a diner, the third day in. He has his hands handcuffed beneath the table, and the only way to even think of drinking the steaming cup of coffee she had ordered him was through a bendy straw. While she eats, he glares, but it doesn’t seem to disturb her.

“This isn’t th’ typical place to bring a killer,” he says it particularly louder than he should, just to gather the attention of the other occupants in the room, just to irritate her. “Why d'ya bring me here if all ya’ intend for me to do is watch ya’ fuckin eat your food. Hands are cuffed, as I’m sure you’re aware. Can’t do much work on an empty stomach.”

[littleladylockwood-blog]

Her brows knit together slightly when he first spoke. A part of her wondered if their positions had been reversed somehow, would he have left her? But she doesn’t dwell on the thought, and she found herself staring at him for a moment before continuing her work. “Nothing any different? You mean nothing any different from that ass Larenzo using you for his own enjoyment again?” Perhaps it would have been better to stay quiet, but she hated the owner of the Pit and the way he treated those around him.

“Who knew that is what it took to get you like this.” Nimue averted her eyes, but there’s a small smile that she can’t deny to follow her words, in the hope that it might distract Kieron from the pain she was sure he felt. “But I’m afraid I will have to find something else for you to wear, your clothes weren’t as lucky.”

[fearhasaface]

He might have left her. Kieron had a strange mind as it was, to think of anyone other than himself and Liam after everything, it was hard to imagine. He’d say now that he’d leave her, but he wasn’t so sure anymore if that was the truth. “I could leave th’ Pit if I wanted to,” he says, but his tone is doubtful. Without the pit, his hands would bloody themselves on other things, things that could not be so easily hidden.

“Well, there was a kitten, aye? Wee lil’ thing just attacked me, and I was no match.” He offers a smile, however weak it may be, before he chokes out a chuckle. “How ‘bout I just walk around naked then. That’ll solve th’ clothes problem.

[littleladylockwood-blog]

She might have laughed at his words if she hadn’t been worried that he wouldn’t truly open his eyes. But when he does, and she can see the panic before he settles, she was able to sigh quietly with relief. “Don’t worry about it, a mess can be cleaned up,” she mumbles with a small smile, her words holding truth. “I stay in trouble now days. But I can promise that you are safe here, love. Nothing to worry about.” For the most part, there were few who still threw things at her door or yelled words at her in the late hours of the night. And she had no intention of turning him over if a knight came knocking. 

“I would not have left you there.” Her voice is soft, oddly calm despite what had happened, and there isn’t much thought when she reaches forward with a wet cloth to clean his wounds up. It felt familiar, something she had done before for a close friend, but this time was different, entirely so. She doesn’t know if the worry shows on her face, perhaps she was thankful for the lack of proper light, but she understood the panic that he felt, especially to wake up in such a way. “Can you tell me what happened?" 

[fearhasaface]

“Hm.” His hum sounds in the back of his throat as if he were too tired to give a direct response. “I would have,” he admits, his voice slow, his eyes softened.

“Nothin’ any different than any other day.” Dogs were added to the pits tonight, some sort of special gift that Enzo gave to all his customers. “It’s a bit excitin’, isn’t it? Ye’ never know where ye’ are gonna find me next.”

[wnq-writers]

She danced around in my head, like the buzzing of bees alongside flowers on a mid-summers day.

Austin Tandy, An Unexpected Love Story (via wnq-writers)

[fearhasaface]

[the-beautiful-antonia]

[GREEK WEEK]

[the-beautiful-antonia]

Aphrodite sighed at his words. He was the son of the goddess of love, she needed for him to understand that part of her in him as well. The boys might have been almost all Ares, but she was their mother none the less. “Love can start wars and love can end them. Your father is war himself, is he not? Tell me, Deimos, if he can love me how can there be no love in war?” She knew how strong of a power love could be. She had seen so many die, she had seen so much heartbreak. “Love can be as destructive as war, little love. All your strength does not only come from your father.”

She might not be born for battles but she would fight for what was hers. She would fight for love. When he sat beside her, she put the baby in his arms before he could protest. She still kept a hand under Eros to make sure he would not just suddenly let go. “When you were a baby, you cried a lot too. You would get so sad every time I put you down.” Aphrodite ran a through his hair before looking down at the babe again. “In the future, Eros will take after me as you boys have taken after your father, but that does not make him more my son than you. You share the same blood, you are both born of war and love.”

[fearhasaface]

He didn’t understand what she was trying to say only because most of his young life was spent under the harsh words of his supposed father. To think his father loved anything more than his precious war was almost hard to believe. “He’s scared,” he says thing, spilling secrets about his father’s frights and worries; he wonders if he tells mother. “He’s scared people will see him for what he truly is.” A coward that hid behind battles with blood. Maybe. Or maybe he was just scared Aphrodite will see him for what he truly is.

He made a sound of distress when the child was placed in his arms, looking at his mother with a panicked expression. “And why is that? Why would he take after you any more than we have?” Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his mother never intervened when Ares had them in the courtyard. “But he is more love than war, isn’t he? We’ll be monsters and he’ll be...” He makes a face.

[pret-a-rire]

Tom Hardy

[littleladylockwood-blog]

@fearrhasaface

“Open your eyes…” 

She wasn’t sure what had happened, if the other man was alive, if he was still alive at that point. It was pure luck that she’d stumbled upon Kieron in the shadows of the alleyway. But by the time they’d both made it to the steps of her door, her own clothes were littered with dark red stains. It was hard to see in the woman’s dimly lit home as she’d moved back and forth to fill the tub with water warmed by the fire. But she didn’t need the light to know the man had been in some sort of fight. It didn’t stop Nimue from looking him over, checking to see if the blood was coming from him. “Open your eyes and look at me. Please.”

[fearhasaface]

It was much easier to drift off than it was to be conscious of it and to experience the pain. But he could feel himself moving, stumbling, and there’s a voice calling to him he’s all too willing to ignore. This wasn’t, after all, the first time this has happened to him. How many times has he found himself in an empty alley? But this is different, he suspects, as the steam fills his nose and lets him know he’s not just out on the streets to sleep it off.

At her insistence, his eyes crack open to find the source of the voice, but everything was blurry, and it takes a moment for reality to hit him, and then the panic sets in. It isn’t a panic he feels for himself, but mainly for his brother, as it was natural to assume that, perhaps, Liam was out there just the same. And then he remembered what happened, and he stills. “Sorry for th’ mess, sunshine.” He tries to upright himself, but from the grimace on his face, it’s clear he does not settle well. “Ya’ didn’t have t’ do this,” he starts, eyes seemingly avoiding hers as if it might ease the ache in his chest. “You can get yourself in trouble, yeah?”

[cinzentava]

[littleladylockwood-blog]

Before the devil knows you’re dead: au

[littleladylockwood-blog]

I want to find those who did this t’ me. I want irony.

He was angry, she knew that. But at who, apart from those on the prison ship? She hadn’t intended to leave empty handed, and Naveen still stood by that. Regardless of what Cerberus would ‘allow’, she wouldn’t dare lead him on without following through on what he wanted in the end. “If I let you out and you kill him, it will do neither of us any good, because your ass will just end up back in that cell. But I will help you find whomever else you seek.” Her eyes never left his as she spoke calmly.  She couldn’t trust him yet, and he had no reason to trust her in return, but having him agree was a start, something to work on. And it was something she was willing to accept. 

Shepard didn’t expect what would come next, though they all should have seen it. She only takes her eyes off of Ramsey long enough to look to the monitor, to the smug face of the Warden. “I’m sorry, Shepard, but I can’t let either of you leave. You’re just too valuable. If you lay down your weapons now and step outside of that cell, you and your team will not be harmed.” It isn’t long before the sounds of alarms fill the room, the smashing of glass and screams echo the halls of the prisons, and blood and bullet casings cover the decks. There’s no one left to stop them from leaving, no one left standing in their way, and no one to force him back into cryo.

—

“What happened on that ship couldn’t be avoided. And when the Illusive Man asks, that’s exactly what I’m going to tell him. Dismissed.” It’s easy to see the frustration on her face, on the face of the Cerberus officer that stormed out of the room. What happened was a problem, but one to deal with later. In that moment, nothing mattered more than the dangerous biotic that stood mere feet from her, completely unshackled, free. It should have terrified her, but it didn’t. “We can get you settled on the ship later. You and I have things to discuss, and I would prefer that we do it in private.” 

The mission that was ahead of them required her full attention. But she couldn’t run straight into hell without help, without having everyone at their best. With so much weighing on her mind, it was hard for Naveen to focus on much of anything. Having so many lives weighing on her shoulders was more than anyone should bear, but with luck, she wouldn’t bare it alone. 

It’s when they’re finally alone that she allows herself a low sigh of relief. Her team needed a clear mind, he needed it. And whatever, whoever, he had left to go after, they couldn’t move forward until it was finished. “You said that you wanted to find those who did this to you.” 

She crossed her arms and leaned to rest against the bulkhead of the ship. He was hard to read, and it bothered her. But when she looked into his eyes, for that one moment when she found herself staring, she saw something familiar. She saw the hurt, and she yearned to know more. “If you want my help, I need to know more than just that. I can’t go into something like this on blind faith, I’m sure you can understand.” Whether or not he would say a word remained to be seen. The Commander knew there was a chance it would set him off, the ship could be torn apart in mere seconds, and he could be gone if he wished it so. But she wasn’t willing to see him walk away just yet.

[fearhasaface]

Everyone stares on this ship. It wasn’t even the subtle staring either,  and from time to time he could hear a whisper that made his skin  crawl with anger, but he managed to control it by focusing on the  blond Commander who seemed to be in a heated debate with an  officer who had an annoyingly familiar mark sewn into his sleeve.

“Ceberus. Ya’ work for them?”

He had heard things about Commander Shepard long before Ceberus  ever took interest in him. She was a fighter, and she’s been through more battles and succeeded than anyone ever gave her credit for. If he could remember everything there was before all the cutting and experimenting, all the wires shoved into his body, he might’ve remembered that he had respected her a great deal. But this memories are blurred from all the years spent as a lab rat, blurred by the anger that kept him up at night. Now he only saw a woman who, in her desperation, let loose a wild cannon; a women  who, despite the obvious warnings of his creators, unshackled him and now allowed Ramsey to roam freely on this ship.

“Ceberus.” He says their name again, expect this time it is doused with venom. “Who do ya’ think did this to me? Who do ya’ think had the fuckin’ money and twisted ideas?”

He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember how he became this, only that it had hurt and it would always hurt. He wasn’t human anymore, not really, and he would never be normal. And e knew he had been once. Of course he doesn’t know that he’d be a simple marine in his past, following orders to a t, even if it meant killing innocent lives. Perhaps his ability to follow orders so well is what attracted Ceberus in the first place, but it is clear that particular trait of his is nowhere to be found now.

“Why are ya’ working for them?”

She seemed different. She held herself respectfully, and from the way she treated that officer, he felt he could assume that she wasn’t as dedicated to them as some of the scientist had been.

[deathreye]

[heart-oftheforge-blog]

He was somewhat off putting and repulsive to many of the other gods, he knew that well enough now, so he isn’t that surprised at the nervousness and reluctance that came from Deimos. When the twins had been born, Hephaestus had wanted to hate them just as he had the others. But the forge god never found it in him, perhaps because he’d seen something in the boys that reminded him of himself in a way. 

“If your father insists on having you boys out there all day, you should at least having something proper to work with.” When he turned back to Deimos, he held a sword in his hands, offering it out to the boy. “This is my gift to you, but you do not have to use it now if you do not wish.” It was a weapon only worthy of a god. There was no other who could craft something so beautiful and deadly, and for that he had reason to be proud. He wouldn’t mention that he’d been working on armor for the twins as well. 

[fearhasaface]

“For me?”

He hates that he is surprised. But Deimos has never been given a gift before, and to have one before him, a weapon to call his own, one Phobos could touch and share as well, only made his pulse quicken. He had never been given a gift before.

“No, I will. I will use it!” His earnest tone sound eager, more eager than it has been in a long time, and when he takes the sword in hand, he nearly drops it from excitement. “I will take it into battle with me, when father says we are ready. I won’t use any other.”

[littleladylockwood-blog]

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you are trying to distract me.” If she had been honest with him, she would have admitted that it was working. It was clear that she had no intention or desire to see him punished, but she did want to find out what had brought on his rage. “Those young men were heading off to war soon. They would have likely died in battle anyway, but it should not have been by your hands.”

Despite her words, she can’t help but to smile a little at seeing his own sheepish smile, something that always seemed to pull her mind away from her duty. And there is a brief pause, a moment for her to wonder whether or not he would run, before she slowly stepped down into the spring. “Do you truly think I would punish you?” She doesn’t expect an answer, thinking perhaps he had known that from the start. “I would like to know what happened, if you can give me that much.”

[fearhasaface]

“That is exactly what I am doing.” While he wouldn’t be surprised if it did, whatever she had in mind could possibly ruin the dynamic between them, and while he didn’t want to admit it, Deimos wasn’t so sure he wanted it to crumble so soon.

“I know that.” His gaze darkens as he remembers, takes the time in the silence to cup some water in his hands and clean off his dirtied shoulder caked with old blood. He couldn’t tell her he wasn’t himself, because he had been. “I’ve done much worse than this, and I will do it again.”

He is surprised that she steps in and it shows on his face, a brief look of astonishment settling on his face. “I can’t. I can’t tell you that, Nemesis. It isn’t anything I can explain unless you have felt it for yourself.”

[fearhasaface]

                       DEI & NEM ME AU: { LISTEN }

vigil by mass effect // let the flames begin by paramore // future foe scenarios by silverrun pickups // warrior lord by polcia // protect life by eric serra // tomorrow by daughter // alienation by morning parade // angels on the moon by thriving ivory // not with haste by mumford and sons // every night by imagine dragons // i of the storm by of monsters and men // an end, once and for all by sam hulick

[the-beautiful-antonia]

[GREEK WEEK]

[the-beautiful-antonia]

She did not comment on his words. She had no twin herself, she had not even considered her half-siblings as family. “I do, yes, but I love Anteros too - and I love you and your brother.” Aphrodite knew in her heart the baby in her arms was her favourite but it did not mean that she did not care about her other boys. Eros was just more like her, she could already tell he would be reckless and bound to his emotions like her. Maybe he would turn out to be too much like her. 

“Deimos, it is possible to love an infinite amount of people. There will come others into your life and you will love them, but it will never take away the love you feel for Phobos. You are my son too and you will find your heart will keep expanding.” Ares had taken the twins from her as soon as they were old enough. She knew that he was hard on them and it pained her, but she had no idea what to do about it. They were so different from herself. Aphrodite would fight with everything she got if her lover came for Eros and Anteros too. She sighed softly at the thought of her own failings as a mother and patted the seat beside her. 

“Come here, little love. Let me show you something.”

[fearhasaface]

He didn’t understand what his mother was telling him only because most of his young life was spent handling a blade in hand, and the shield with the head of a lion engraved in the metal. If not for Phobos, Deimos didn’t know how he could feel anything at all. But around his mother it was different; he was nervous and excited all at the same time, wanting to impress and not disappoint, wanting her attention but not knowing how to go about receiving it. “There isn’t any love in war, mother.” That was what his father said, at least not in the way his mother described it. Ares used the word love all the time — he loved to plunge the blade in deeper, he loved the smell of dried blood — but it stained whatever image of love Deimos could think of.

As his mother’s insistence, he hesitantly sat on the seat next to her. “What is it, mother?”