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@herdulcet-blog
acrasial does not wield its scythe today. it is replaced by a devout, certain tenderness that blooms like rose petals. it is saccharine in all regards, as is she. holiness rages in her voice & candy dances across her tongue. ❛ please, let me see your hand. it’s bleeding. ❜ devoid of aphotic intentions & bathed in light. she is enhalo; a righteous sweetness. ❛ i can wrap it. i’ll be careful, i promise. ❜ / @infinitescul
Liability by Lorde except it’s playing in the bathroom that you escape into when a bunch of your friends invited you last minute to something and you were just a third wheel the whole time. You kind of expected it, but you’re here now, locked in a stall in the bathroom alone and desperately wishing you’d never came.
requested by @kellzogg
infinitescul:
the snort of disbelief that escapes him is not particularly handsome. still, he doesn’t care, when all he wants in this moment is to be left alone. hope? hope for what? this seems like an odd way to make friends, or to find a lover. and then it clicks in his mind just what is happening. he must be blind to not have seen it the moment she called him grumpy instead of an asshole. this is a sorry little play that she’s trying to engage in, and he will have none of it. “ i see what you’re doing. ” his mind, sharp as a blade, always dug beneath the surface eventually. “ you think you can change me. ” he laughs then, a low, dark thing more animal than man. “ you’re the gentle, beautiful princess who tames the monster that no one else understands. you’ve read one too many romance novels, and you think that under here, ” he gestures to his body, “ there’s a heart of gold. ” wicked boy, his teeth flash in the gray light. “ well, i hate to disappoint you, but I don’t have rough edges waiting to be smoothed. i’m rotten through and through. this isn’t beauty and the beast, and you sure as hell aren’t a princess. you’re deluded. ” the wind takes his hair, ruffling it generously. it makes him look all the more unearthly, with the sharp contours of his face and his too dark eyes. a face that might have belonged to a handsome prince. but this isn’t the fairy tale she seems to think, and beneath the prince is the monster that destroys the princesses. she’s pretty enough to be a princess, but she’s chosen the wrong monster to try and save. the grin fades as he steps in again, though not nearly as close as before. “ here’s what’s going to happen. i’m going to go back inside, and you’re not going to speak to me again until you’re spoken to. if you try, i won’t only have you fired, i’ll sue you for everything you have and more. ” the law was as flexible and sharp as his own tongue, a weapon he had learned to wield in offense and defense alike. “ it would be stupid to think i can’t. then again, how bright can you be? you’re a secretary. now get out of my way. ”
she is not a bramble thing. she is floral, budding roses, soft like petals. this tenacity is not new, but the severity of it is. she is not a brave one. she has never been the hero. never doused herself in courage and stared the monster in the mouth without blinking. there has always been some sort of pause, or some tremble. it is not this way this time. loving the damned has always been something she is capable of doing. she can love anything, with her golden heart. this feels different. she cannot place her finger on it. perhaps, doing so would ruin it. ❛ as much as i made my assumptions about you, you’re making them about me. i don’t want to change you. not ... not everyone has some, like, secret agenda. sometimes people just .. they want to help. ❜ gentle girl. her voice speaks in honeyed tones. her heart bleeds a saccharine display. she is everlasting, delicate. for the one that death picked, she is everything but. she is life incarnate. a blessed figure. ❛ i-- i don’t think you have a heart of gold. you clearly don’t. but .. that doesn’t mean you’re not worth helping. you need it. anyone trying to be this cruel would. ❜ her voice still wavers, but her point does not. there is something rotten inside her. deep down, lurking beneath her heart. there is something old and ancient and dark that she wants to be rid of. please, let me be rid of it. let me be good. be light. ❛ when you don’t pay attention to other people, you miss things. i’ve lived in fifteen states in this past year. do you think that i have anything to lose? sue me, you’ll be wasting your time. i think .. i think that you could. i’m smart, believe it or not. if you want to go ... go. i can’t stop you. just ... just know, you can’t scare me off. i’m not afraid of you. you’re trying to cast yourself in this villain role. i don’t think you’re faking it, but i don’t think that it’s real either. or it doesn’t have to be, at least. you’re mean, yes, but ... i also think you’re scared. and you know what? i’m not. ❜ heart flutters. this is a dangerous game. ❛ hurt me, kill me, sue me. do what you want, it won’t make a difference. i’ll only forgive you. ❜
herdulcet:
verses to make:
general vampire verse
t.v.d
o.u.a.t
str.a.n.ger th.i.n.gs
su.per.na.tur.al
t.mi
once upon a time verse.
amelia was not born into royalty. she was not a princess by birth, but held all the same grace & kindness as expected of one. her parents were not poor, but not fallen into riches either. her kindness came from her mother. her mother held a gentle smile & a giving heart, bestowing everyone in need with whatever she could give, & sometimes, even what she couldn’t. amelia was the same way. her father was the opposite. a wicked man with greedy fingers. he sold whatever he could in search for more power. more magic. he had magic at his fingertips, but it wasn’t enough. he needed cursed items, blessed items, more control. he took lessons from a witch until he had nothing left to bargain her with--- at least nothing of interest, for she didn’t care for jewels and money. until she found something. amelia. the sacrifice of the one with such a pure heart could be vital in her spellwork. her father, with his rotten heart, came home to kill her.
she ran for the woods. ran for days & days, finding whatever food she could to survive, & no shelter. one day, she became upon a giving woman. an elderly woman, far into the woods where no one dared to travel anymore, all by herself. she was a lonely thing, & so was amelia. they enjoyed each other’s company until amelia became curious. she missed the outside world. missed the people. the children laughing, the gossip, missed the chance to try & protect her loved ones from whatever danger befell them. even though she shouldn’t, she even missed her father. she bid the woman goodbye through her tears & headed back. even just reaching the outskirts of society, everyone knew who she was. they heard of her father’s shame. of his willingness to kill his own daughter for a taste of power.
she did not get closure. before she made it back, the curse fell over the town, & her memories were replaces with false ones. emily garner. a sweet child, with no memories of having any parents at all. no home, no friends, nothing left to love. with a heart so big, it is the worst curse of all. while working her way up, she found a job at the general hospital, pouring all of her love into it, & into the patients. it was still, somehow, not enough.
when the curse broke, it took a week to find her parents. they did not search for her. did not ask around to see if she made it back. her mother tried, but with her father’s rage, she had to simply give up. amelia saw them from a distance but decided it better to not approach. she would start a new life, find love, & begin anew.
infinitescul:
for a moment, he thinks he’s won. her fear is easy to scent, let alone see. it fills the air around her. he has made a career of sensing weakness and knowing when to strike. she’s afraid, and he’s a hunter, ready to catch his prey and gut it. and yet… she surprises him again. his lip curls at her words. what right does she have to feel sorry for him? he doesn’t ask her pity, for her to look down her nose at him even through her palpable fear. her condescending look makes him want to put his fist through the wall beside her head. “ i didn’t ask for your goddamn pity. ” unable to help it, he wrenches back from her. hands ball into fists at his sides. he only wanted to come out for a quick smoke before diving into a fresh pile of paperwork. instead, he got a sanctimonious lecture and pity from a secretary. he could tear out his hair with frustration. when will people learn that it’s better for all involved if they simply leave him alone? “ don’t pretend you know me. what the bloody hell do you even want? i came out here for a smoke, not whatever the hell this is. ” her words are bold, too bold for a secretary on her first day. her job is to answer the phones, answer the lawyers’ and matthew’s every beck and call with efficiency and silence. now she’s deigning to give him yet another lecture as though she knows what hides in his chest, in the hollow where his heart used to rest? this is what she doesn’t see: that his insides are black with rot, and not even the dust of what his heart was remains. there is only two things: survival, and care for his own. the only person in this city who qualifies for that list is his mother. “ i’ll give you twenty pounds to get out of here. go buy yourself another coffee, and never speak to me again. ”
hope shows itself in odd ways. it sprouts now like flowers in her chest, growing and growing higher, filling her heart so now nothing else can fit. his rage infuriates her. sets fire to her skin. yet she is nothing if not patient, and sickly sweet, so she merely draws a breath when the distance meanders its ways between them. ❛ don’t... don’t make me the bad guy here. i won’t -- won’t let you do that. ❜ mind whirs, confusion drapes over her like a robe. oh, but that hope still blooms. there is nothing withering about it. nothing dying or fruitless. she is elpis: bathed in sunlight, in mystical care. despite it all, she smiles. it is not a wicked thing, not as bright as the morning call, but it is gentle. it is soft, warm. ❛ i didn’t mean to make you upset. i don’t ... pity you, i just .. i want to understand. but, um, clearly i don’t know you, you’re right. so... for now, ❜ his offer is clearly ignored, not even considered. she fears not for her job, for the money, she only weeps for humanity. jobs are ever-changing. she hardly sticks to one. it is the people she’s enraptured with. their souls. she swore herself off from commitment. from anything that lasts, knowing it can only end in the scythe. yet here the burning boy is. here he is with his malice, his temper, his ill will, and everything in her screams to soothe. ❛ for now, you can keep your money... the coffee... whatever it is you will offer me or threaten me with, i don’t want any of it. if you want me to think you the monster, that’s your choice. but know that i don’t believe it. you -- you could have hurt me, but you didn’t. you could have already ran in there, made your uncle fire me. you didn’t. i have... honestly, i have hope in you. faith in you. even though i know i shouldn’t. ❜
J.R.R. Tolkien
infinitescul:
he doesn’t stop when she asks him to wait. it’s not until she bodily comes between him and the door that he stops, a scowl distorting handsome features. her dress is stained with his ire, and still she insists on her miniature lecture, her foolish request. his jaw clenches as she speaks, works with the force of his distaste for this insistent girl. what about his last statements did not make it through that thick skull? he does not look for friends, or even for acquaintances. the only people he lets into his life are clients, and even they do not see beyond the polished exterior, hiding a violently broken boy beneath. CRUEL is he? alright, he can play the part she sees in him. he steps forward, dropping his cigarette and toeing it out. he’s mere inches from her, keeping her pinned to the door with his proximity. hands reach out, rest on either side of her head as he leans in. darkness glints in those too dark eyes as he watches her for a moment, a tense, ominous moment. “ they all left because they were stupid enough to think there’s good in the world. you think what i just did was cruel? you have no idea. ” their proximity turns his stomach, too close to touch for his comfort, but he presses on. “ why would i take you to lunch when i could have you for lunch? leave me the fuck alone, or i’ll be sure my uncle fires you. then i’ll have all the peace and quiet i could want. i don’t have time for decent people, or whatever the fuck you really are. ” delusional, definitely. optimistic, unfortunately. pretty, he supposes, now that his face is mere inches from hers. still, the thought of being touched sets his skin crawling.
hands stick to her side. it’s as if she is truly paralyzed, trapped in her own skin, mind and heart with the only controls. her flesh contains her and so does her fear. the world stops, the ticking ceases. oh, she does not dare to move now, but she does not dare to let her heart die either. that would be far more of a tragedy. harbinger of death: where she walks, disaster does too. all that she’s loved lives under dirt, and it is her fault. somewhere, deep down, she knows that. perhaps that is why she lives life atoning for her sins. that is why she braids sunshine in her hair and weaves kindness in her soul. she owes it, not to him, but to herself. to the world. he is wicked, she can tell, but doesn’t good always triumph? ( if love is rough with you, be rough with love. ) it is that thought that keeps her from darting beneath his arms and out the door. she is not a wild thing. she does not lean forward with intimidation as he speaks. her breath cannot keep even, quiet, but unsteady. finally, when he is done speaking, she gathers her quiet voice. ❛ are you done? ❜ it does not have nearly enough bite as intended, nor is her voice as loud and as thunderous as she wanted. yet still, the words pile out of her throat. not smooth, like silk, but words nonetheless. ❛ you, oh, you. i feel sorry for you. i know you want to scare me, and i know i can’t hide that it works, but ... really, i feel sorry for you. you can’t accept a simple gesture without resorting to anger. i understand, i do. you want to make me scared because you’ve been scared before. it won’t work. ❜ it takes every effort she has to catch his eyes. to stare into them, not with a fierce intensity, but with an incredible softness. tenderness is a violence of its own. ❛ it won’t. so, please, back away. you’re -- you’re wasting your breath. fear means nothing to me, it won’t break me. ❜
infinitescul:
now she has his full attention. eyes so brown they’re nearly black slide to her, annoyance written clearly on his features. he’s seen her, of course. he keeps tabs on everyone who breezes into the miller offices. he watches for potential dangers, and potential marks. pigeons waiting to be plucked. he had put her into the latter category, until this moment. so the little girl is tougher than she looks, huh? no matter, he’ll scare her away as with all the others. “ the first thing you need to learn about the world of law is that there are no decent people. ” the words have a bite to them, and he punctuates it with a bit of smoke blown into her face. “ and i’m certainly not one of them. ” he takes the coffee from her hand, cigarette tucked between his lips, and pulls off the lid. though coffee is, indeed, the one thing that keeps him functional, it will be better utilized to make a point than ingested. with a disdainful movement, he dumps the entirety of the cup’s content at her feet, never once breaking eye contact with her. when it is empty, he shoves it back into her arms and pushes past her to go back into the building.
this is her curse. it has always been her curse. so doting / so compassionate. there is no bravery in this girl, yet there is the strongest of wills. she is drawn to those broken. insisting she can mend their broken wings, that she can fix whatever is damaged inside. her heart is ripped in two and she does not heal herself, but she is something of a tender physician herself. it is why she does not give up when the drink spills at her feet. when it splays across her dress, sinking into the fabric like teeth into her neck. her cheeks lose their color, then become dashed with a fierce pink. sorry almost slips past her lips but she knows she is not the one in the wrong here. ❛ wait! ❜ girl gathers all her courage. a timid, shy thing, but her heart is pounding too loudly for her to hear her own fear. there is a beast dancing on her nerves. ❛ this is ... is this why all the ones before me quit? is this what you do? well, you’re -- you’re a child, honestly. a mean person. but i ... i don’t care. so, i don’t know what you’re expecting of me but... i am a decent person, so i won’t be giving up on you. you may think that this, that being cruel is strong but i think otherwise. ❜ her mind reels and she’s not quite sure where these words are leading. it all comes out in a quick blur. in fast paced words and rosy cheeks. she thinks, for a moment, as she slides between him and the door. ❛ t-take me to lunch. if you want peace and quiet, like you said, then you have no choice. ❜
infinitescul:
kind greeting is met with cold silence. he leans against the cool stone of the building, eyes trained on the gray clouds hovering over london. his own smoke curls from his lips, gradually soaring upward to join the clouds above. grumpy. he’s sure the others have said much worse about him. he remembers the last secretary, the tears in her eyes as she screamed at him, throwing her belongings into a box as she resigned. fucking bastard, that was how she described him. it was how they all felt, even if she had been the only one to say it. he doesn’t deign to look at this girl, too full of sunshine for him. “ you’re overstepping. i come out here for peace and quiet, not to have my ass kissed by the new kid. ”
there is not a single fleck of frost that can freeze the warmth within. no hailing winter, nor cold eve. she is startled by his response despite the warnings she has received from others, and her doe eyes widen, if only for a few moments. ❛ okay. you’re right. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have... i shouldn’t have called you grumpy, because... i, well, i don’t know you, and it’s not fair of me to judge you based on what other people say. so.. sorry. ❜ her tone remains consistent only in its inconsistencies. a wavering voice. her heart rapidly beating a million beats per second, and yet still, she stands there, frozen in her tenacity. ❛ but, um, it’s not very nice of you to snap at me either. i’m certainly not kissing your ass. i’m being a decent person, you know, and it wouldn’t -- it wouldn’t kill you to take the coffee, i think, so do it. ❜
verses to make:
general vampire verse
t.v.d
o.u.a.t
str.a.n.ger th.i.n.gs
su.per.na.tur.al
Elena + tucking her hair behind ear (requested by @bloodsoakedfangs)
From Homer’s Odyssey.
❛ hi, uh, you’re matthew, right? ❜ cold girl, warm heart. tragedy chills these bones & death follows in each step she takes. fashioned to the bottoms of shoes like a shadow. still, the sun cannot compete with the warmth of her heart. ❛ i ... well, i heard a lot about you. it’s my first day. i heard that you’re... ❜ an asshole, ❛ grumpy, so i thought maybe you could use some cheering up. i brought you a coffee. am i overstepping? ... probably, sorry, but i wanted to introduce myself. i’m amelia. ❜ @infinitescul
