THE CALIGINOUS.

ᴼᴰᴱᵀᵀᴱ ᴵⱽᴱᴿˢ ❛ ANGER IS AN ACID THAT CAN DO MORE HARM TO THE VESSEL IN WHICH IT IS STORED THAN TO ANYTHING ON WHICH IT IS POURED. ❜ JACK – TWENTY – THEY/THEM

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NICOLAS.

motions FROZEN as he witnessed an all to familiar face, an all too familiar voice calling his name, nicolas stood still, a neutral expression forced onto pale features. to say he hadn’t expected this was an understatement. & as blue eyes quietly eyed up the petite figure in front of him, MIXED emotions fought their way to the surface; one side reminding him of what she meant to him. of what he would’ve previously given for her —- questionably, still would. yet the other side was louder, triggering his built up anger ; which inevitably had turned out to be more of a confusion. why did she LEAVE? now, more importantly: why did she come back? if he had learnt one thing, it was that odette ivers didn’t seem like the person to look back. swallowing harshly, the male quietly nodded, his tone distant & perfunctory. ‘’ odette. is there something i can help you with? ‘’

Odette wasn’t fearing an explosive reaction ; nor was she expecting one. The thing the younger was afraid of was nothing short of APATHY. Nicolas had never been one for violence; for reacting in a way that would scare most. Not like her. Instead, he was her opposite. The warmth to her biting cold. So; when the male spoke, her heart dropped. “ You’re still mad. ” The brunette spoke with a nod, stoic expression taking ahold of olive features fabricated.  “ I’m… I should go. ”

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@lucrvm !

It only took a few minutes back within the city walls to learn of Portland’s condition. And only a few seconds for her to ASSUME the place to be all too chaotic for her return to be noticed. Hours passed & the brunette began to STUPIDLY believe she could avoid the older for days; however long it took for her to gather enough courage. Though her plan was cut short, the younger finding herself crossing paths with her boyfriend ( ex ? ) all too soon. Taking an abrupt step back, arms folded anxiously across slender frame. “ Nic. ” The female noted, as if they weren’t beyond introductions & awkward small talk. She could do this, couldn’t she ? As long as the conversation didn’t venture into why’s. Which inevitably, it would. Though she rewarded herself with the delusion that maybe not. Maybe, the entire subject would go untouched. 

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ᴏᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ 𝒾𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓉 – ˢᵉˡᶠ ᵖᵃʳᵃ

SHE WASN’T A LIAR. Odette knew how to withhold the truth for it to work in her benefit, but fabrication rarely escaped nude lips. And there was a possibility of returning; one that wouldn’t force her into a foreign nature. Though the weight of the secret she kept was all too grand, wasn’t it ? She couldn’t simply refuse to reveal the reason she’d left town–– he would ask. And she’d have to tell him. Before Ava, she’d never believed to have regret a decision such as the one she had made most recent. Before Ava ; it wasn’t a child. It was nothing, and it meant the same. But knowing what Ava had grown into, who she’d become – how she had been the anchor in the brunette’s life… the child having grown within her abdomen wasn’t a mere construction of cells. It was a life, and now ? Another name added to list of the ones she’d taken. It was too late for BACKING OUT ; now. Because, slender limbs had taken the shade of bright crimson. And a sob of relief escaped the brunette. For WEEKS ; she’d searched for the solution to her problem. And for weeks, she’d been determined to move further out. She’d left the safe zone what seemed ages ago, not even grazing on the perimeter which few soldiers dared venture out to. The suburbs had been her home as she desperately searched for the methods to kill what could’ve been a source of happiness. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t. Ava had been born premature; yet, somehow, she’d thrived. She’d blossomed into someone too good, too pure, to have had Odette as her mother. And then her life had been taken. The death she was given hadn’t been swift, and it hadn’t been painless. A throat slit before chocolate hues, and left to bleed out as the culprit allowed Odette to make a pitiful attempt at saving her life.

And him? The one she’d let leave the scene without as much as a SCRATCH ? He, to her knowledge, was still out there. And with the male’s ability to ruthlessly take the life of a child he for a moment claimed his own––– she had no doubt one that wasn’t would be an easier target. So she couldn’t, & she wouldn’t. The fetus that had once occupied her abdomen was no more. She’d made sure of that. Too many home-remedies to count, too many attempts –– but it was done. And the stain made on dirty sheets was evidence of that. Laying back on her side, refusing to deal with the aftermath of her crime ; the female was finally given a moment of reflection. She hadn’t thought of him in a while. The thoughts were often interrupted ; with ones of distress regarding an unborn child, how to keep herself alive outside the safety of walls – – of anything that didn’t make her heart drop. The plan was to stay in the suburbs long enough to find the most efficient of methods. And then what ? She’d never gotten that far. There was running, something she wasn’t unfamiliar with. And there was RETURNING. Something she was. But the latter hadn’t been an option since she’d snuck outside the safe haven she once called home. How would one keep a secret of this size from the one person you’d learn to TRUST ? How does one betray trust while demanding it for oneself ? She couldn’t face him after this, could she ? Was she willing to risk the illusion of COLD FEET for the hatred she was sure to see in his eyes ? It was better this way. He would believe she was nothing but a FREET SPIRIT ; one all too venturesome to be tied down to a place. Or a person. Rather than knowing what she’d done. But there was that ONE THING ; that one fact that wouldn’t stop gnawing at her insides, causing a physical pain in the brunette’s heart. He was her home. And to search for a new one ? To allow herself the DELUSION that she would find a place where she felt safer than right next to the male ? It was a waste of time. 

[bitcherine]

(insp)

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NICOLAS.

         ‘’ funny, aren’t you? i strongly DOUBT that’s a thing they gossip about. my choice of beard would be a little less OCCUPIED when it comes to the charm of ladies, too. and maybe not related to me, either ——– considering the general HIMSELF asked me to put a ring on it, i thought going steady ; exclusively, would be the better option. so; yes. ‘’

“ –– – WHAT? ”

[katsmoving]

monsters don’t live happily ever after, but when your lips brushed against his, you almost believed you could.

k.s. (via worthystevie)

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NICOLAS.

@gverra !!

              ‘’ so, the whole GIRLFRIEND term —— — still not a word in your vocabulary? because i recently had the honor of finding out that we’re ; let me put it this way: an exclusive item in this town’s book. along with other quite interesting advice your kind would simply put off as outdated. so, what’s your ARGUMENT here? ——- is the system suffering from false information?‘’

“ People GOSSIP. For all they know, I’m nothing but a beard ; a cover-up for your ALARMINGLY close relationship with Mickey. – – – So; what– you asking me to go steady? ”

[dvkev-alentino]

She wanted a storm to match her rage.

George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via lusitanium)

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AYASHA.

     ❝     i would not find any imaginings of myself as a “ fuck toy ” pleasurable in any way , i assure you … however , if you removed the man’s hands , he definitely would pose only further complications that would be incongruous for surrounding individuals . would it not be more BENEFICIAL to your time , to educate him on the proper way of labour and polite conduct ?     ❞

“ –– – PASSIVE’s not going to help you. It’s not going to help anyone. It never has, & it never will. They prefer you to be submissive. Vulnerable. If anything, you’re just giving them what they want. There’s only one way to put an END to this kind shit… And that’s to make sure they NEVER bother anyone again. ”

[arwens]

[fuckyeahdamose]

Julie: See what you’re leaving me with. See how screwed up she is.

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JUDITH.

 as  an  older  sister  and  plainly  dealing  with  disrespect  for  the  majority  of  her  life  being  greeted  with  such  a  bitter  response  wasn’t  exactly  shocking,  even  underneath  the  roof  of  god.  in  fact,  judith  CHUCKLED  lightly  before  erupting  into  a  soft  fit  of  laughter  as  she  gathered  her  things.  never  understanding  the  NECESSITY  of  being  rude  without  a  reason  for  it  but  she  assumed  the  same  LOGIC  could  be  applied  to  being  kind.  ❝  whining  ??  ❞  she  questioned  with  a  grin  still  tugging  on  the  ends  of  her  lips.  ❝  it’s  not  required  to  whine  to  appreciate  the  beauty  of  islamic  poetry  or  appreciate  the  renaissance  art  christianity  and  catholicism  inspired  —  there’s  more  to  religion  than  prayer,  that’s  my  point.  ❞  she  observed  her  surroundings  despite  being  familiar  with  them  already.  ❝  besides,  i  never  UNDERSTOOD  the  argument  of  not  believing  simply  because  they  don’t  have  a  solid  entity  to  speak  to.  like,  the  main  argument,  after  all  is  the  fact  that  we  can’t  see  god  but  in  the  VAST  UNIVERSE  we  live  in,  how  can  we  come  to  THAT  conclusion  ??  have  you  looked  everywhere,  under  our  beds  or  maybe  the  cupboard  in  the  garage  we  never  open  ??  like,  i’ve  NEVER  seen  the  80s  classic,  the  breakfast  club  but  that  doesn’t  mean  it  doesn’t  exist  ??  or  we  could  just  cut  the  BABBLING  and  maybe  conspire  that  joan  osborne  was  right  this  whole  time.  ❞  she  sat  on  one  of  the  church  pews  hands  folding  together,  ❝  ANYWAY,  enough  with  the  nonsense,  i’m  more  curious  to  what  you  need  to  REFLECT  on.  i’m  hoping  it’s  to  a  giant  magic  mirror.  ❞  she  paused,  ❝  mirror,  mirror  on  the  wall  whose  the  fairest  of  them  all…  ❞  she  mocked  in  a  sing  song  voice.

“ I’ve never seen a god damn leprechaun either, ” The younger began, slender arms crossing against her chest. “ But I’m still pretty sure they’re not hiding out in my cupboard. ” Odette continued, never having been much for religion. Not when it was preached in her neighbourhood, nor when her mother attempted to force down a watered down version down the brunette’s throat. It was useless, misleading & ultimately a waste of time. She’d never seen it as anything but, and she doubted a conversation with the woman before her would do as much as BUDGE her own beliefs. “ People around here can be real idiots when they wanna be. If I wanna stay on the military’s good side, I shouldn’t be ripping out people’s throats on the daily. Real hard to get yourself into a fight when there are no people around. ”

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AYASHA.

     ❝     he only made obscene GESTURES and whistled wildly . the sounds he wailed were quite irksome , however – i do agree in that regard . though his companions seemed more VEXED than myself , so i didn’t intervene … why would YOU have reacted in such an intense manner ?     ❞

“ Had it been me, he would no longer have hands to make ‘ obscene gestures ’ with. INTENSE? Try reasonable. Men are pigs. They shouldn’t be treated as anything but. Or do you enjoy being some ASSHOLE’s imaginary FUCK-TOY? ”

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JUDE.

 gentle  hands  slid  up  from  the  rug  before  sliding  up  her  thighs.  she  turned  her  head  right  before  turning  it  left.  she  found  BALANCE  on  her  feet,  DAINTY headscarf  still  wrapped  around  her  head.  the  biblical  name  judith  was  forged  from  her  father,  a  strong  REBORN  christian  who  named  his  eldest  daughter  after  the  woman  who  CUT  OFF  heads  instead  of  delilah  who  grew  flowers.  even  with  her  mother’s  jewish  roots,  no  one  would’ve  expected  the  little  christian  girl  from  brooklyn  to  DISOBEY  her  father  and  follow  another  path.  one  she  adapted  from  the  rubble  filled  streets  of  afghanistan  and  sudan.  it  was  her  long  time  marine  partner  who  didn’t  teach  her  this  path,  but  rather,  showed  her  the  BEAUTY  of  it.  and  she  hadn’t  turned  back  since.  ❝  a  muslim  praying  in  a  catholic  church,  i  know.  —-  but  if  there’s  another  safe  space  you  can  direct  me  to,  i’d  be  happy  to  OCCUPY  it.  ❞  she  pulled  the  ends  of  her  headscarf  revealing  the  deep  red  curls  that  hid  underneath  it.  she  folded  the  scarf,  along  with  the  prayer  mat  and  placed  it  underneath  one  of  the  church  pews.  ❝  ANYWAY,  let’s  not  talk  about  me,  but,  let’s  talk  about  what  you  want  from  me.  ❞  

“ You think I give two shits what you’re up to? ” The brunette began, a roll of chocolate hues soon following. “ From you? NOTHING. Place’s USUALLY empty. Good place to… reflect; avoid the bullshit of the outside world. Not a lot of people turn to their faith nowadays. I think it’s ‘cause they realised there’s no fuckin’ point WHINING to nobody but their own echo. But, that’s just a GUESS. ”

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@prometheane!

“ If a guy did that to me, I’d want my friends to hit him over the head and feed his lifeless body to a school –– or piranhas. ”

[softlenaluthor]

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ADRIENNE.

her mind had been adrift all evening━━mind growing excessively tired just from trying to sort out the JUMBLE that was her thoughts. why the in the hell would i dream somethin’ like that? i’m thirty, not twelve, though i wouldn’t really mind if i looked it. kinda miss being twelve. miss believin’ in good ‘ole saint nick. stomach grew slightly uneasy as adrienne tried to mentally recollect herself to be able to include herself in a social situation━━━especially since someone had recently approached her. ‘ ‘had a really WEIRD dream last night. didn’t really make sense━but do they ever really ? ’

“ Let me guess ; I’m s’posed to ask what about? ”