are we damned

The inked winged apostate sings the hymns of the d i s g r a c e d perched on top of holy hill seeking refuge you can only find in his grace. Still

[inkedxgrace]

[ txt + adrianne ] had an x-ray done today. guess what they found? it was you, safely tucked away in my heart! they said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. send this to all the people you love and care for, if you get 5 back no one will break your heart. xx

[ ⌨ ↣ eun ] That’s illogical, and a blatant lie. You’ve never been to the doctor, Eun. 

[nodvstollens]

Albeit the thirsty desire to twitch a sarcastic smile that will compliment his earlier courtesy, Kentaro stomped on the minimal ignition and instead, keep the stoic  expression on his face. Those words sent evidently in an acerbic manner was mumbled by the young boy just for the sake of ‘saying it’. The woman’s reaction however, has been so untypical for him thus, the struggle to keep a serious face.

Unsatisfied from such limited reaction, the boy poke deeper curiosity at the female, observing her feminine physic as he wanders his pair of dark brown hues at her. Her feet stands as a starting point, crawled until he reaches her face again. Elegant, pretty with a pinch of sweetness. Who would have guessed that behind those glamorous facade rides a bitter soul. He wouldn’t have guessed.

"Do I looked like I’m upset?" He return, this time his small smirk has managed to surpass his barricades. His head leans to the side as he occupies his free time amusing himself to this wonderfully dark woman.

"Even toddlers knew how to behave in front of their parents" He added, chuckling as well. In full honestly, Kentaro wasn’t offended by why she called him. He actually likes it — being called a boy has somehow summon back a tiny portion of innocence, those he wants to recap for the past years of his life.

[inkedxgrace]

Questions, god she hates all the different questions.  More than questions she despises small talk, those conversations humans have on the subway to make the lack of distance between bodies less awkward. Just a bunch of tedious inquiries that lead to meaningless information that she outright refuses to give. This world, albeit familiar to her now, still seemed to be exploding with things she didn't--couldn't--understand. Sure, she identifies with curiosity, her wings are proof of that. But, this game of nothing but questions prodding and poking at personal things bothered her.

"No, I will not tell you my name. No, I will not have coffee with you it's disgusting. No, I will not have a cup of coffee with you. No, I don't know what time it is."

Which is why she was always geared away from the evaluation that would determine all the nifty nips and tucks that would need to be made. She had a terrible bedside manner and she was albeit empathetic but in all the wrong places. So, Adrianne, was confined to the silence of surgery where she could calm her shaking hands and be free of questions. But that was only in work, but everywhere she was free game. A deer, in the midst of a bunch of hunters with targets on her back but instead of bullets they fired off questions. Which were, in her opinion, so much worse.

"No, but not necessarily elated either. I don't know what to make of that." 

The boy is rather young, barely an adult, even with stress washing over his face in the tiniest of creases and wrinkles. But there is something else, and now she wishes even more that she could still reach out and touch. Touch and observe a person's aura just like it was a tangible object. 

Skipping straight past surprise, she made a face, "I don't understand. I can't have children."

[inkedxgrace]

To do:

starter for:

tigrestal ebvnlee cybxrnxtic

replies for: 

noooooBODYyyy

plotting:

lots of people probably 

[sireninthefirearchive-deactivat]

yo this is a reminder that if you ever come up with a neat idea for our muses to interact - whether it’s canon or au - talk to me about it because chances are I will be 500% down to do the thing

[inkedxgrace]

When she smiles, it's for him.

She never weeps. She's far too proud to admit that in more ways than one she's become human. So she refuses to weep.Not for the divine gardens, the scars on her back that will never heal, or the loss of the voices she longs for at night.

"Stupid? Maybe I am for ever questioning my faith, ever choosing to do what I did. Ever making the mistake of giving you anything of me. I-I thought you were...my...." She chokes on the word, chest heaving, "I pledged my life to you. I gave you my trust. I cared for you."

They stand there in stony silence, her eyes asking so many questions she'd never ask out loud. He won't ask her for forgiveness and she has none to give.  She won't forgive him, she isn't God.

Instead, she falls again into a living storm leaving her nooks and drawers bare in her wake. And the frame of his home shaking as she goes.

When she weeps, finally, she weeps for him.

[fckyeahundergroundhiphop]

[rhodilas-deactivated20151205]

maybe.

It’s a bit like this:

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[inkedxgrace]

headcanon 

I.

don't fall in love with me

for

i don't know what the fuck that is son

fuck that hungry and cruel shizz

[tylerknott]

I find you in storms, I feel you in the lightning, I miss you in rain.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[inkedxgrace]

Jiyong: "Just kill me!"

A wanted man on his knees, bloodied and beaten. She’d heard his name (Jiyong, Jiyong) , just whispers she could get if she concentrated enough but now he was here at her feet, begging. Begging like a fool to a an unmerciful queen with a blade between her fingers poised to strike.

A fool with white wings she itches to clip, and stamp on them until they are black like hers. Rage is not unfamiliar to a warrior, but this rage is like a void. A blackness in her chest that threatens to consume her, and move her hand to slit his throat. She itches to drag the blade of the holy across his skin and watch how pretty the red makes him.

Mercy.

She drops the blade.

"I care nothing for the bounties of the damned or the graced. I won’t do that. I won’t paint myself in red to satisfy you. If you want to die, then kill yourself. You’re a coward, anyways." She stated simply, almost airily as if the words carried no weight, but the disgust was clearly written on her face. Lips lifted into a sneer, wrinkles creased in the middle of her brows, and eyes flashing with fire.

Nothing holy about that. 

[inkedxgrace]

BLASPHEMY 

[inkedxgrace]

"I've got bad news."

“More?"

For the first time in all the years she’d spent in the mundane world amongst all the temptations it was riddled with, she wanted a drink. It was stupid to want something that would most likely have little affect on her. But, oh how she longed. She’d swore never to resort to such a thing but things didn’t seem to be getting any better. If it was the last thing she’d consume before she was done for, she wanted a drink. Something thick and bitter, that would bring the feeling that others called heaven. Defeat settled into the tops of her shoulders making her slump down into the cushions of the leather coach.

"I thought I told you only to bring back the good."

Another holy being where the milk of the divine had finally run dry, eyes sunken in like a skeleton and bruises punched underneath her eyelids like fashion statements. In religion, they liked to say that the kingdom of god was within you because you lifted his name and practiced well but it was all a lie. The kingdom of god would only be within you because you ate it, drank the divine power right from the fountain until it ran dry. No kingdom without a source.

It was a joke amongst God’s little fairies, and now it seemed to be more like a slap to the face. There was a void waiting for them, ready to swallow them all whole. The only person who could stop it would be God.

"Well bring on the inferno, cause baby we’re going down."

[inkedxgrace]

"Are you wearing my clothes…?"

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows drew together, a pinched looked passing over the normally blank canvas, at his accusatory tone of voice. Her reasons were glaringly obvious. The morning was cool despite the sunlight filtering in through the wooden shutter, and she couldn’t locate her robe .It was only logical to borrow something of his, a thick burgundy crewneck over the satin gown. She would admit it was an atrocious combination, but practical for her purposes.

“It’s comfortable.” Then, a thought. “Am I not allowed to?”

[inkedxgrace]

"You’re cute." he expose in rather sarcastic tone.

"Yes, I know. But you know that flattery will get you nowhere, don’t you? Hm— Boy.”

The world is a masquerade, mundane and confusing. Actors, all of them. Lying so beautifully that it became a celebrated profession (with shiny trophies and all). Pathetic. There were so many types of people, but they all seem to act the same.

Same routine, constantly hustling and bustling running on impulse and adrenaline day in and out. Carving personalities out of fake personas and cloaking their real selves in order to finally be seen.

Boys were exceptionally unoriginal. Little boys in big pants, dancing in big arenas as they hid behind cruel smiles and smirks, but still thinking with little boy minds. Never choosing to elevate themselves, be something more. And bad boys with there collars popped and Lucifer nipping at their heels looking for another solider.

This boy was neither.

He was just an asshole, as she’d heard others day oh so eloquently.

But she wouldn’t indulge him, or feed his rage.

If she could tear through the skies like one of those god awful monstrosity of a machine they called a bulldozer, then she could certainly dance amongst the cloaked sacks of flesh.

"Are you angry? Does the little nickname upset you? I’m sorry.” 

She wasn’t.

“I just seem to have forgotten your name, tedious details, I’m sure you understand.”

[inkedxgrace]

A traitor is never just a traitor, standing plainly in a crowd of the holy covered in poisonous red made up of their destruction and ruin.

                                      "I'm not concerned with

                                      your self esteem or bad  

                                   childhood. I'll take you apart

                                              just the same."

                                  ADRIANNE HO, M.D., F.A.C.S

                                     literate  ;  au  ;  beginning        

[inkedxgrace]

"There is no damnation as long as you are here. Right next to me."

[inkedxgrace]

words like war;

"No."

Eun's words always seemed open to her, honest somehow like her large bay window where'd she'd sit and peek through to watch the sun play tag with the clouds. They were never riddled with tedious run ons and long winded explanations.

Words, terrible woes they produced. Languid pillow talk full of empty promises, fire starting speeches, expressions of love. There was always of finding destroyers in diction, and artistry in syntax. A few choices phrases acted liked leashes made of metal chains wrapped 'round the necks of the population leading them on like common house pets. There were clouded pictures of moments in her head--memories from observations, perhaps--where they were misused. Those always ended in turmoil, turning over lives and households alike.

Terribly tedious. Actions would suffice for her.

Her gaze softened into something like fondness, a snapshot of calm in a woman who was a walking storm, "Tools, is what they are. Valuable or meaningless shat they are used is up to the person wielding them. But whether hammer or stone, of course, everything can be misused and skewed. Have sympathy, Eun, don't condemn the ignorant."

Hypocritical, to condemn them when they were alike in so many ways. They were foreigners in this world, aliens to be frank. A few centuries walking on uncertain feet could not undo the however many millennia they spent soaring in grace. So they were strangers, to everything but each other, in a world they'd only seen in flashes.

She would gladly swear to spend a lifetime at his side, as a push rather than a crutch, if it meant solace. And in turn, he would be her cradle, her guide, her wings.

In her allegiance, she gave him her trust.

"Don't forget that."