❝ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ

[guy]

i’m actually pretty cool just give me like 5 tries to get it right

[diviinator-deactivated20190111]

                               Even when he straightens up and gets a good look at the man, there’s something off about him, something that doesn’t quite…fit. Cade’s eye is drawn to a strange shimmer in the air around him, a blurring between the edges of the man’s body and the rest of the world, like the hazy glow of a bright light in the darkness. A halo, or a disjoint. Something taken out, and then put back again. He blinks once, twice, and his vision clears, but he isn’t quite sure that the warping had anything to do with the tears that had sprung to his eyes during the coughing fit. 

                              Was this man dead? If he was, he was certainly one of the most powerful spirits Cade had ever encountered, to be able to create such a clear manifestation and maintain it for this long.

                              But then, no, he couldn’t be. Few spirits would ever respond to him so articulately, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be buying bread in a grocery store. That kind of activity was too mediocre, too human. Cade drags the back of one cold hand across his mouth, catching sight of the strange black smear it leaves. Almost like soot, or the aftermath of a possession.

                              “…Yeah. I’m fine now.” The words are absent, and then he focuses in on the other man’s face and frowns lightly. “But that’s not what I meant. You’re not a regular guy, or a regular firefighter. Something…happened. Something’s different. So what are you? What changed?”

[ignifur-blog]

          ❝changed? what're you---❞ there's half a smile that suddenly dies on his lips, eyes DARTING to the side. no, there's no way he could possibly know that. his mind wanders back, to his chief sitting next to his bed. ❛we almost lost ya barnes ----- hell, for a few minutes... we did.❜ his brow furrowed, trying to make sense of the puzzle pieces that had been THROWN his way ever since then. the dreams, the voices, the .... symptoms. suddenly, he's sucking in a breath, not realizing he'd been holding it and his eyes dart back to the stranger.

          unconsciously, his hand came up and hovered just above his chest; electrical burns still healing from hasty DEFIBRILLATION hidden under his shirt. all at once he feels like someone's trying to pry him open, he's lost control of the situation, and he needs to flee somewhere SAFE. ❝n-no i----- i don't know what you're talking about.❞ his cartful of groceries is quickly forgotten in his haste to leave the store.

          elee gets about three aisles away before he slows in his pace, swallowing down his panic and closing his eyes. just breathe... count to ten... maybes and what-ifs flew through his head at a mile a minute, part of him still wanted to RUN, but something kept him anchored in that spot. bizarre things were happening to him, things he had no clue how to explain, and somewhere in a part of his mind he knew it was only going to get STRONGER.

          he looked down where his hands were trembling, trying to shake the nerves out of his system before turning around. he half expected that the man would be gone, vanished into thin air, some kind of signal that elee was FINALLY losing his mind ------- but he wasn't. he stood right there, clear as day, and apparently very real as a woman ushered her young kids AROUND him. elee shoved his hands into his pockets, cautiously returning within earshot, shoulders arched slightly with anxiety. ❝this uh.... it's not really a conversation i wanna have in the middle of a grocery store...❞

[undead-potatoes]

Someone, jokingly: Haha I kinda ship our OCs

Me:

[diviinator-deactivated20190111]

|| @ignifur​

                                                 The first thing he notices is the smell of smoke, thick and cloying–for a moment, he almost thinks the man behind him must be having a cigarette, despite the fact that they’re indoors. But no, when he sneaks a glimpse through watering eyes, the man is just standing patiently beside his grocery cart even as the smell grows to overwhelming. It’s not real. Even so, he has to bury his face in his elbow and cough the nonexistent smoke from his lungs, a plume of heat slowly beginning to encroach on his face…and then it’s gone, and he’s doubled over in the middle of the bread aisle, an acrid aftertaste on his lungs as he coughs once more. 

                                                “–What are you?”

[ignifur-blog]

          elee’s life had a funny way of pushing him around and yanking the RUG from under his feet. one moment he was doing his regular thing, rescuing civilians from a collapsing building, and the next he was waking up later in a hospital being told that he was CLINICALLY DEAD for several minutes. one moment he's staring at a shelf in the bread aisle debating 'whole wheat or white?' and the next his attention is quickly pulled to a familiar sound. really, it's instinct that immediately draws him to the stranger's side, abandoning his groceries, and only when he barely catches some words leaving the other's lips does he pause.

          ❝---------oh, i'm-----i'm a fireman, sorry, this is probably really weird----❞ he immediately takes a step back, though his hands are still raised and shoulders arched just slightly with concern; it gives the illusion to someone quite lanky and small despite his large build. ❝you okay?❞

[beyonces]

[sunshinekidnoir]

[allindiecaps]

[gifsense8]

[ignifur-blog]

          they called him mankind’s greatest benefactor

[charmlessgal-deactivated2016100]

Annecy, France 2016

[boyiega]

⇨ the pyromaniac

“I was the match and you were the rock Maybe we started this fire We sat apart and watched All we had burned on the pyre”