BURNING EFFIGY.

through me you pass into the city of woe, through me you pass into eternal pain, through me among the people lost for aye, all hope abandon, ye who enter here. independent multi muse. mature themes & triggering content. as loved by chrissie.

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

      “I feel better when I don’t have to think about any of you, yes! And as long as Astrid can keep her fucking mouth shut, I don’t have to worry about what my dad might do to me if he knew that I knew—  It feels good knowing that I wasn’t going completely crazy when some guy came up to me, insisting that I was his sister. It feels good knowing the truth! Even if it hurt for a little bit!  What does bother me, is you guys– thinking about how you all lied, all pretended to be my friend, and caring so much about me, when it’s not me that you care about — it’s some DEAD GIRL who was taken and slaughtered and BECAME me!” 

Miguel blinks. He lets her yell and get all of her rage out, he knows he deserves it. It her last words, however, that cause him to frown. Slowly, he shakes his head.    “That’s not true, Emma. We do care about you. And I mean you, for who you are in your soul. You’re not ---”    he stumbles on his words, a rare occurrence for him. Miguel lets out a sigh, bowing his head slightly.     “I’m sorry, Emma. I really am. We thought --- we really thought we were doing the right thing. We really thought this was the best way to keep everyone safe.” 

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

            “Bullshit. You’re full of shit. You’re all – all of you are so… Full of it. Fucking– Full of shit–”      She struggles with him for a second, trying to free her hand before she gives him an incentive to let go: She turns her skin into hot coals, a fire simmering beneath, in her blood. Hot to the touch. Scalding. Doesn’t want to be touched. Truth is, she’s lost for words now. Emma doesn’t want to hear their side of the story - only makes it harder to misplace the blame.        “You were just going to– let me stay like this forever– you fucking– lied this whole time to protect yourselves– While I–” 

“No, we weren’t ---”     Miguel had no intention of upsetting her -- he wanted to apologise, in all honesty. He knows what they did was not fair on Emma, but they made their decision. He had convinced Ben that telling her would only cause everyone pain. It might have broken her. They had to find some way to fix her. As her skin heats beneath his touch, he holds on as long as he can until he growls and lets go of her wrist.     “We were protecting you, Emma. Do you really think we were going to be the ones who suffered if you found out? Do you feel better now, knowing? And what do you think is going to happen when he finds outs. We’re all fucked.” 

[hellfiredawn]

resurrectedher‌   /   dakota.

breathless as they pull apart, she feels as though she’ll never regain her strength. always at her weakest when it came to him. it still doesn’t feel real despite the warmth of his touch, the way it sent shivers down her spine and redness in her cheeks. she’s sure it won’t be for long before some sort of disturbance came to disrupt them both. war. their friends in some sort of life - threatening danger. another sort of threat due to the nature of what they both do. dakota would take solace in this moment, in any moment, that was given to them. 

“so it seems.” she spoke after awhile, dakota’s voice leveling at his own. her heartbeat rung loud enough in her ear to where she began to wonder if he could hear it, too. gently, dakota pressed her forehead against his own, humming. she can’t help the twitch of a small grin against her lips.  “i wouldn’t mind you showing me just how much again.” 

His hands drop away from her cheeks now, only to settle against her hips and pull her closer. As if there were any space left between. Such a rare moment, to feel at such peace with her. His body aches for her, the pure intensity of his love for her running through his veins. Her grin poses contagious, as one breaks out across his own face.           “Anything for you.”     Another kiss against her lips, and another, and another. Quick and soft, he places small kisses all over her cheek, her jaw, before nuzzling his nose into her hair. He lets out a small laugh.    “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?”     A rhetorical question, he doesn’t wait for an answer before his lips are against hers again.

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

       “I don’t actually, Miguel, I was kidnapped!”          She’s up now, on her feet and grabbing him by the collar, trying to drag him back to the door. Not ready to begin using her full force - after all, she’s pretty sure Dakota would have some words for her if she did.         “You and Ben– You– you talk so much shit. About being protectors – about protecting people from monsters, and saving the day— being fucking heroes. Where was my protection? Aye? Where the fuck were you, huh?!”

Miguel is quick to wrap fingers around her wrist, trying to tug her hand off his clothing as she hoists him onto his feet.    “Emma, stop it.”     Still, he remains calm. The only sign of annoyance on his face is the slightest furrow of his brow. He doesn’t take any offence to her words, never really taken the whole hero thing as seriously as Ben does.     “We tried. You have no idea how much we tried. We searched for you, every day. But you just --- disappeared. Off the face of the earth. Gone. It was weeks, no, months before any of us saw you again. And it was too late then.” 

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

“I think you deserve a five second head-start out the door before I throw you through it!”      Her voice grows louder with every word, standing now to reach for a paper towel to wipe the melted chocolate and peanut butter from her hand. The temperature in the room seems to have raised along with her temper. Everything is melting.      “My whole life. All my friends. It’s all lies. How can you fucking live with yourself? I know it might have been only a few years for you – but I’ve lived multiple lifetimes believing in what you let me believe in– and those times I came to you. Begging you to kill me– and you said nothing!” 

Miguel notices the rise in temperature, suddenly uncomfortable in his own skin. He can’t help but feel this anger isn’t entirely meant for him, but he will take it on the chin.   “Well, now you know I had a reason not to kill you.”      For somebody getting verbally getting torn a new one, Miguel is oddly calm.     “Emma, do you really think it was our choice to lie to you this entire time? Well, I guess, I can only speak for myself but -- you know who your dad is, right? Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t wipe all our memories as well. Dios mio, he’s a psychopath.”

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

That little shit. Emma crushes the peanut butter cup she was about to bite into her hand. Expression hardens. If he knows from Astrid, then he knows everything. Her gaze breaks from the TV suddenly to shoot him a look that actually has killed before. No such intention here. Just a means of expressing herself.            “If you know that I know, then I guess I don’t have to worry about  pretending I’m not fucking furious with you. And you’ll understand, when I say this, from the bottom of my heart: Get the fuck out of my apartment.” 

“Whoa.”      It’s an instant reaction to the daggers in her eyes, drawn out of him without thinking. Miguel raises his hands slightly, the same kind of reaction one gives to an angry dog to show they are not a threat. It seems fitting.    “Okay, first of all --- I think I deserve a chance to explain myself. And second of all, you being angry is a completely normal and totally deserved reaction. Just -- don’t kill me.” 

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

        “Everything is cute on me. Even double denim.”          She deflects, speaking through a full mouth. The demon doesn’t look his way, instead she maintains her focus on the television, pretending not to be phased by his questions. She holds out the container to him.         “Ice cream?” 

“Honey, baby, sweetie. Double denim is no-one’s friend, don’t lie.”      A grin. He takes the ice cream when he’s offered, scooping some up into his mouth. They can play this game all night, if she wants. His attention flickers between her and the television, before he clears his throat in a rather overly dramatic fashion.    “Emma. I know you know we’ve been lying to you. Well, omitting the truth, technically. Astrid told me, she wanted -- confirmation, I suppose.” 

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

           “Know what? That Ben’s in love with me?”         She doesn’t even miss a beat - though there’s a slight acidity in her gaze as she considers the possibility that someone has told him that she knows. She should feel guilty, using this as a diversion — but she’s angered enough by Miguel’s brazen manner to inspire some cruelty within her. Emma grits her teeth and plays it cool, shovelling another scoop of ice cream into her mouth.         “Cause I’d much prefer we don’t talk about that.” 

“Old news, Germanicus. He’s been in love with you for years.”    Excuse him for rolling his eyes, but it is the only reaction his body can manage. If he has to listen to Ben whinge and moan about his unrequited love with the blonde demon one more time, he might implode. Despite the anger he can almost feel radiating off her, Miguel keeps calm.    “No. You know what. Don’t play dumb with me, it really isn’t a cute look for you.” 

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

     “Yah, well.”        She stammers a bit trying to think of a sassy response – but he’s being genuine, and she doesn’t quite have the heart to be a complete bitch to him – at least not yet. Maybe it’s just the fact she can smell Dakota on him. It makes her soft. The demon glances over to the melting pot of ice cream behind her, then swings the door open to let him in as she makes her way to the sofa.       “Fine. You can come in. But as far as the world knows, I wasn’t here and you never saw me. Got it?” 

Miguel can’t help the smug grin on his face. Always gets his way eventually, a little bit of flattery, or concern he supposes, would get you anywhere. Not that it wasn’t genuine.    “Deal.”   He follows her into the house, shutting the door carefully behind him. A weary eye cast around the room, before he takes a seat beside her on the couch.   “So. You want to talk about it? You know -- that you know.”

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /   emma.

         “No.”     She stays right where she is, nose scrunching as a scowl nearly dawns on her features. Instead, she kind of gives the impression of a grumpy toddler; lip pouted, eyes squinted to the point where they’re almost shut.     “Whatever Ben’s told you–” 

“Dios mio, don’t.”     He raises a hand, silencing her -- he gets enough of this childish behaviour from Ben. Doesn’t really want to deal with the whining from both of them. Miguel lets out a small sigh.     “I’m not here on his behalf, or whatever. Honestly, just wanted to make sure you’re alright. Y’know, I do care about you.” 

[hellfiredawn]

biirdbone‌   /    emma.

         “Nice of you to check in on me.”         She’s very suspicious.        “But I’m fine. And I can’t really talk right now, Miguel, I’m — busy.”  Busy in her pyjamas watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns whilst eating nothing but ice cream and Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups. She’s holding the door slightly ajar. 

@hellfiredawn  /  dakota vc: when are they gonna fight over me again

“Busy?”     Cue him looking her up and down, before settling his gaze on her face. A look that tells her he can see right through her. Miguel shakes his head.       “Yeah, you look fine. Come on, Germanicus, let me in.” 

[hellfiredawn]

resurrectedher‌   /   dakota.

there’s something different here than their other reunions. it felt off. something unfamiliar yet familiar all the same. dakota assumed that there was something he wasn’t telling her, but she wasn’t about to question him now. not especially since she had secrets of her own. how was she supposed to tell him of her blackouts? the unnecessary killings? what if he would thought of her then? they were the people to inspire to do good, to help those who can’t do so themselves. dakota doesn’t know what will become of them once these things become known. she tried to put these worries in the back of her head. 

the kiss is sudden, unexpected, but dakota doesn’t understand why she’s surprised or merely caught off guard. it caused her to stumble backward, her back being pressed against the wood of the countertop, as she returned his kiss with more fever than him. dakota’s hands curled around his shoulders, trying to regain her stability. she knew this moment between them could only last for so long. it always did, but not like she minded, though. a moment with him was better than none at all. 

Kissing her makes it easier to rid his mind of the images -- the same ones that haunt his dreams. Of her lifeless body, limp and unresponsive in his arms. Nothing had ever hurt him as much as that, and he doubts anything ever will. The love his life, gone, and to have died, alone, by herself. These thoughts are replaced now, with a carnal hunger. For her, for everything he missed about her. A few more kisses, before he finally can bring himself to pull away from her.  Nose brushes against her own, his gaze filled with a mixture of emotions in a matter of seconds. Sadness, happiness, anger -- but finally settling on a soft look of love. He does love her, he will always love her. Even at her worst, he thinks. The corners of his mouth twist into a smile.   “I missed you too, mami.”     His voice barely more than a whisper, afraid to draw attention to them in case the universe decides to take them away from one another again. With hands still pressed against her cheeks, he gives her another quick, soft kiss. As if unable to help himself.

[uglyfairytales]

[hellfiredawn]

resurrectedher‌   /   dakota.

her scar twitched. it burned. her temples throbbed, too, as she gave him a once over. how does she explain her disappearance if she doesn’t have any recollection of it herself? dakota can’t give him the answers she wanted to or the answers she needed for herself. she can’t even trust that this is real: him standing there, a mere few feet away from her, looking at her the way he does. as if it’s only meant for them. some other part of her wanted to trust it. dakota took a cautious step closer, almost closing the gap between them. that gap cut like a knife cutting deeper into the gut, salt to a nearly healed wound. she still doesn’t know what to do here. what this means for either of them.  

after a long pause, dakota finally could feel herself relax, allowing her arms to hang by her sides and rolled her shoulders over. “i don’t -”  she let out a shaky breath, shaking her head. “what is that - supposed to mean? you’re the one who found me, remember?” dakota wished that this wasn’t a conversation that they were having. she wanted to move closer, to touch him, relish in that familiar warmth. “i missed you.” 

She’s real, close enough for him to reach out and touch. Part of him is afraid to, that she might crumble to dust if he tries. Something about her causes an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, one he can’t quite put his finger on. She looks like Dakota, she sounds like Dakota, but it all seems a little off. The same, uneasy feeling of watching a video with the audio out of sync by a millisecond. Miguel pushes the thought away. Chalks it up to the overwhelming sensations of seeing her again.  I missed you. Those words turn out to be enough for him. Enough to finally break through the hesitation and with one motion, he closes the gap between them. His hands find a home against her cheeks, and he is kissing her. Not the same kind of kiss they would share when he finally returned home to her. This was different, more urgent and desperate than all of those times put together. His fingers push and curl into her hair, and he doesn’t dare to break the kiss between them. As if he is afraid that she won’t be there when he opens his eyes.  

[hellfiredawn]

resurrectedher‌   /   dakota.

she should’ve known better that this moment would happen at some point. she couldn’t have sought out everybody or, rather, have them seek her out, without this as some sort of outcome. she didn’t want him caught up in her messes. messes that she couldn’t control. messes that she couldn’t keep buried, not anymore, at least. it made her wonder what he would think of her if he had found out if he hadn’t already. he did find her here, after all. dakota doesn’t know why she she’s surprised. he would always find her, she mused, as she had done the same before. 

she still doesn’t move. she wanted to, but it seemed that gravity had kept her footing where she was. hesitantly, however, dakota turned her head to look at him and she suddenly became dizzy. on the brink of overwhelmed. she doesn’t know what to do with herself, now. dakota let out a quiet sigh. “of course he did. i was - going to - call you. i just -” she swallowed. she what? didn’t know how to? what to say? dakota furrowed her brow and finally turned to face him. “what do you mean how?” 

If he knew how she was thinking, to not have him involved with her mess, he would laugh. He would kiss her face and assure her that any mess she made, it was his mess, too. She finally turns to face him, and the knot in his stomach seems to loosen slightly. It seems less like the walls are closing in around him now, it seems more real. Eyes soften, his love for her rushes back to the surface and he can’t help the way his mouth breaks into a smile. The kind he keeps only for her. If only things weren’t so different, if only she hadn’t ---  It makes no sense. Another few steps closer, his hand comes up to rub against the back of his neck. As if trying to release some of the tension that stiffens his shoulders. Does she not remember? He does. He couldn’t stop remembering even if he wanted to. It haunts his dreams, a memory that doesn’t get any easier even with her standing before him.    “How are you --”   alive, real? Miguel doesn’t know how to finish that sentence.    “Here?” 

[hellfiredawn]

part of me thinks i should remake this blog bc it’s so messy and the other part of me is just ... way too lazy lmao

[princessslea]

my boyfriend is washing the dishes and I just heard him say "who do you work for? who's your contact???“ while repeatedly pushing a glass under water

at least he's having fun???