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@inmorganic
yo! uh... hey. my frickin... associate told me to start a tumblr blog to keep track of all my escapades (he's like, 23). i'm morgan gonzago. definitely not a hero or anything, but hit me up if anything demony happens.
might have evan, BLOODLET (...stupid ass name) or Audrey post on here every now and again. i dunno.
OOC belooow the cut:
i think that getting high with other people is one of the great parts of the human experience when you do it responsibly.
my brother used to do shrooms in the desert with his squad and watch the sand run through their fingers. my cousin would smoke shit with his best friends in jersey and fall asleep on the swag carpet together. ricky sent evan home with a bag of edibles and told him to call him, so now the three of them (ev, ricky, and jet) are on call listening to music together really loudly.
beautiful world we live in.
bridget said that she wants to take me dress shopping tomorrow because i don't have any formal clothes, apparently.
-morg.
that'z n0t 3xact1y what i zaid, but it'z c10z3 3n0ugh. i am taking h3r zh0pping th0ugh! i think it'11 b3 fun f0r h3r t0 g3t c10th3z z0m3wh3r3 that'z n0t th3 z0up zt0r3, l0l.
-j3t!
somebody give me a list of new musicians that i should be listening to. i haven't listened to anyone new since 2010, and i was missing.
I think I found someone older than you
I bet you did
i mean, technically i know a few, but i don't think it counts if a) they're not human or b) they aren't physical beings.
california, show your teeth...
when i was a youngin (evan's age), my dream, 'everything-stops-going-wrong-and-god-apologizes' plan was to move to california and become an animator...
The Injustice done by a Siren
(Open Angst RP)
If someone told a younger version of Sienna, that marrying the love of her life at that time, would cause a ripple affect.
She wouldn't have believed it. Especially the way her life has spiralled out of controll, especially at those words when she herself was on the verge of death.
'We can reunite you two.'
And thus taking the hand of a mad scientist obsessed with making the man she loved into the perfect weapon- sealed her fate.
It's probably why now she was dressed in a black business attire. A pencil skirt to go with the top. Her curls were smoothed back into a ponytail. Sharp eyes scanning the court room as she was aware why she was on trial.
The Unites States Government vs. Sienna Gianna Giovanni-Barnes. Legally that was her name still.
As far as her memory could be trusted, Morgan hadn't set foot in a courtroom in easily twenty years. Definitely not since Nick went missing. But here she was, in all her secondhand pantsuit wearing glory (thank you, Mrs. Theodelf), supporting Sienna as best she could.
Evan hadn't been in a courtroom for anything other than paying off a speeding ticket, but when Morgan said that Sienna was in trouble, he showed up. Not that he knew Sienna very well, but Morgan didn't have many friends her age. That was enough for him to slick his hair back and take his seat next to her.
Of course, he hadn't expecting to see that as the prosecution.
"What did she do??" He mouthed to Morgan, his face worried up.
"Don't worry about it."
And he didn't. Because it didn't matter what she did. She was Morgan's friend.
... Morgan's friend in court against the entire government.
Sienna smiles a bit as she heard Evan. A simple chuckle left her as Matt tapped her chair with his hand.
Okay, focus. This was seriously important. It was her future on the line.
And for a second. As the opening statements began and closed. The simpme things kept getting thrown around.
'The Siren of Hydra. One many feared in those walls, and to the point- even to the man she claimed she loved.'
Matt, tried to descalate everything.
"People of the court. I'm standing here, in all truth, defending a friend. She's been in this city for a while now since she's escaped, Hydra." He took a second as he faced the jury.
"I'm here as a man, trying to convince you all that she's had a past. One she's had no willing participation to, all because of one thing. She loves her husband, a man who served our nation and she simply followed her heart. I think many of us would agree, we would do anything for those we love and hold dear. She's just another victim of that mindset."
As they settled to a moment. The testimonies began. Their first witness was, well Steve Rogers. America's boy scout, Captain America.
...this was going to take a lot longer than they thought.
Morgan felt, for once in her damn life, lucky. Lucky that none of her past could be held against her in a court of law. Lucky that she was still, in the eyes of the law, a missing person, just a faceless casualty of a suburban sickness.
The collar of her shirt was rubbing her throat raw, that and the chain of the necklace that she was pulling on. Gun to her head, she wouldn't admit it, but she was nervous. Not because she thought Sienna was guilty of whatever they were charging her with, the complete opposite, but because innocent or otherwise, this was the legal system they were dealing with. Morgan would be lying if she said she had any faith in it.
Evan tried his best. He didn't really get a lot of Morgan's fears, most of them stemmed from delusions anyway, but he tried. He set a hand on her knee. Just a guy and his boss/mentor.
A guy who did a double, and then a triple take at the sight of Captain America. The Captain America. The one on his best friend's water bottle. Morgan seemed unfazed, maybe a little surprised, but nothing crazy. She had been... Otherwhere in 2011. And 2012. And... Most of that decade.
What the Hell had Ev gotten himself into?
It was simple.
Sienna worked for the Avengers for a time. Childhood friend of Steven Grant Rogers. The tale unfolded as such- Sienna used to tend to him when he was weaker, smaller, frail.
One thing he pointed out was her love for others and something not even Hydra could steal away from her.
It was odd, especially for her as they have drifted since they've grown apart. But a tender smile graced her lips as she was greatful for his testimony.
Matt was calm as he asked his questions. Some simple to some in depth.
"How was she with Bucky? How was she with her family-?"
But the one thing Sienna wasn't expecting. Was the pregnancy she had before he left for the war.
"And she lost her child after what? Finding out her best friend and her newly wedded husband had died. She was all alone, bleeding in an apartment. On the verge of death- and the only thing that brought her back from it all was...hearing Bucky was alive... Zola, Doctor Zola heard about her in his testings on James...."
Steve was quiet as he eyes her. Staring directly at her as Sienna had never spoken of that.
The courtroom felt stiff as Matt walks way from that. "That's all your honor."
The judge took a second. "We'll be taking a ten minute recess then we'll continue with the testimonies."
He should've just gone kayaking with Jet.
Evan was, by all legal and social standards, an adult. A full grown man, and he had been one for a while. But this whole room, every chair, every table, felt full of real adults. People with real problems beyond what they were gonna eat for dinner that night.
People who could bleed.
Morgan just hoped that out of all the eyes in the room on Sienna, hers didn't feel like daggers. The name of the man on the stand had immediately escaped her along with most of what he said, slipping past her like blood out of an open wound, but it didn't bother her much. She was sure that if- when Sienna was acquitted, she would be introduced to... all of these people. When.
She let herself have that little hope, let it take root like a weed, placing her hand on top of Evan's, which had taken to tapping on her nervously while he shifted in his seat every five minutes.
When.
When all of this was done. When they were celebrating Sienna's obvious innocence, because of course she was innocent, who else would put up with Morgan but a saint, a lady of infinite patience. A lady who had been wronged by the world, an innocent woman tortured.
St. Agatha dying in prison.
She shuddered, Evan grabbed her hand, and the people around them stood for the recess, slowly. Like they weren't sure they were allowed, like they were breaking a sacred silence.
another believer. open rp.
tw for cult/religious themes, potential mentions of stalking and manipulation.
There was a man outside your window. At least the shape of one.
Thunder pealed across the sky, the storm having blown in from nowhere, lightning as sudden as static charge, the only thing making him more than a pale faced shadow.
Rain pounded against the window in addition to his hands, flat palms, marked with paint, asking calmly for entry.
Sienna had a tough time that night. Her round belly was a big weight for her currently. She hated how much she couysleep right-
She panicked a bit as she noticed a face in the window. Then she noticed paint being smeared on the window. She was so quiet as she got out the bed- her partner was still up. She could always head to his office-
The man didn't move upon seeing Sienna. Nothing more than an infinitesimal head tilt. Like seeing if she was really there and not just a trick of the light.
Water crept between his fingers, dissipating the paint into rivulets of darkness, the color indiscernible in the night. His hair - nothing more than shadow - ran down his pale face in a similar fashion.
He patted the glass like one would do a small child, just hard enough to be heard against the torrent.
Sienna hated this, once she waddled to her feet. Her steps echoed out, a long heave out her mouth as she waddles out the room, down the hall of the manor. Her curls swirled around her as she almost stumbled-
She didn't like that, she didn't like the windows down the halls leading to the office. And that, face being there!
The man didn't follow. He could have - maybe even should have - but he didn't. The porch would provide sufficient cover until the storm passed.
Normally the rain wouldn't faze him, he was the forest's son after all, but he had lent his good waterproof coat to that... ingrate, leaving him in just this one.
He shook his head. He shouldn't call her that. It wasn't her fault.
...this porch would do. So long as that woman didn't return. He crouched down, trying to support his bad leg, before taking a seat on the ground.
He could wait.
Sienna whimpers as she went to find her fiance- to her demise was gone. She whines in pain, the sudden rush of it all made her panic too much. Spiking her heart rate as Sienna leans into the office.
"... please not right now .." her legs tugged up to her chest. Trying to ease the sparking labor pains she felt. Sienna whines, once again all alone. Once again thinking she'll give birth alone.
With some manic outside the manor walls. Sienna whines in pure pain, shaking as she sobs. Why was she alone again-
He thought he could wait.
The hail proved him wrong.
Tiny pellets, no bigger than marbles, pelted down, the wind blowing them straight onto the porch. Ice flew past, smacking off of his mask with loud clinks. His hands went to cover up his face, but only succeeded in getting bested by the artillery.
Running blind, he wasn't thinking beyond that animalistic 'find-shelter' instinct buzzing under his skin, a second layer of static. Not of consequences or of legality (not that that had ever fazed him before) when he crumpled the lock, forcing the door open.
\/\/\/
This wasn't going according to plan. Nothing was going according to plan. The Man In The Mask felt hot, the drenched clothes doing nothing to assist that. He could feel it burning behind his eyes - like static, like all of Hell had poured itself out, ever flowing, into his mind. Nothing was going to plan.
That wrath, handed to him by a god - his only reward for his loyalty - overrode all logic and sent him, feet before thought, deeper into the house, all heavy boot steps, silent because He Wanted them to be, and the rage of the rain.
Silent, he stalked forward, like there was nothing amiss about his presence, like he was no more than an extension of the storm, nothing more than a dark cloud with a flash of white.
Until he stood outside a room with color thrown across it, a warm yellow light. He didn't enter, didn't dare breach such a sacred feeling place. He just stood there with colors bleeding from the shattered TV in his mind.
Peculiar woman.
Sienna had to settle herself into the tub, filled it all on her own. Her hands shaking as she yelps and cries in pain. Her body was raked over with intense cramps that flutter up into her chest.
Labor was hard the first time with her twins. All alone, bleeding out almost as she had twin demons. Those two drained her of her life and she felt that same sensation all over again. Sienna whimpers in pain, muttering to herself even as she whines.
"it'll be okay... it'll be okay..." She stutters the words out as she felt the lights flicker. Her mind too occupied on the moment she didn't hear the front door break open, or how the manor came alive and creaked at the sudden intruder in the alive manor.
Sienna was scared. Her cries and yells echoed out, the house shook with each screech she let escape.
And her eyes shimmer as she couldn't stay calm. It hurt, it bloody hurt more then she recalls. And honestly, more traumatic then the last one.
Her face was white, the usually tan skin she had was drained of color. But the cries of two echoed out- she was supposed to just have one. She was supposed to have just one-!
Her hands cupped the two close to her. Unaware she had a peeping eye the entire time of her misfortunes. Sienna began to sob a bit, because this time around she thought she'll have someone by her side. But yet again, history repeats itself and she was utterly alone.
Utterly alone. The only real person in that mansion.
The Man in The Mask - The Mask, really, there was hardly a man behind it - stood silently, intrusively, in the doorway just... Watching, the atmosphere curdling around him like the very floorboards of the house knew something was very wrong.
The smell of Bodies - blood and sweat and amniotic fluid - permeated the entire room, crawling under his mask, clawing at his face, the sounds of screaming and sobbing all bleeding into his own static; the myriad from Hell sending him further into his own mind.
Peculiar women. And-
He blinked, head tilting, the tension running up his spine softening.
Babies. Those hadn't been there before.
Had she been pregnant when he saw her earlier? His mind didn't supply the memory.
Sienna was still as she held the twins. Her eyes shook with tears once again as she didn't understand.
Why, why, why, why, why, why-?!
Her eyes shook as she heard a creak. Her head snaps in the direction- unaware the man had entered the home. Her voice shook as she calls out. "Mi Luiz?"
She thought it was her partner, she thought it was the one she wanted. But her eyes shook with fear as she noticed the mask.
"....you're...not...him." her voice shook with each word. And she was defenseless, she didn't know what would happen. "..what do you want with us...?"
She sinks into the tub. Curling the yowling twins as she hides their looks, demon like children. Flutters of scales from her, yet stumps for horns on their foreheads. Demons.
"...just take anything...leave us alone..." The house finally creaked, sensing someone who wasn't allowed in the manor.
He said nothing, just watching her watching him with those infinitely black eyes of his.
He didn't want anything anymore - that was another thing stripped from him to make room for wrath. Wrath. That was the thing that brought him deep into this dreadfully normal home, even though it screeched and clawed at his mind.
The Mask made note of the fact that there was supposedly someone else in the house, someone who could sneak up on him. It didn't worry him though.
He stepped forward, silently, head cocked infinitesimally. There was no emotion in his eyes, no sympathy for the clearly suffering mother, nothing but a sickening sort of... curiosity?
A crooked finger reached, pointing towards a non-specific one of the twins.
They were so small...
Sienna flinched at this, a flash of horror and pure fear graced her face. She was shaking, she sinked deeper into the tub. The tuff of white and brown locks distinguished which twin was which, yet both took their fathers trait.
"...Leave us alone...don't take them... please..." Sienna sobs out into tears. "They're all I have here.... My children are all I have left in this world..."
It seems bittersweet. Yet Sienna felt that deeply, her children would always love her. Even if she herself felt her heart stomped on and broken, even if she felt foolish now being home alone once again. To give birth once again- a shrill scream left her, pain shook her body as Sienna whines in misery.
"...Just go away..." She sobs out. "What do you even, want?"
The shriek failed to pierce through the miasma of noise, noise, noise he was already suffering from; instead, it melted, joining that swinging rattle in his mind, only frustrating him further.
'HUSHUSHUSHUSHUSH'
He felt no pity. No mercy, no sympathy, nothing but a slight agitation towards her and her Noise. Stupid noisy women...
The depths of his mind spat up that she would stop if he answered her, so he tried to get what felt extremely obvious across to her. Arms braced over his head, shielding himself from the sky, before gesturing to his drenched clothes.
Sienna whines as she curls the babies closer. Her eyes shimmer as she read his mind, the thoughts he had made her feel sick. A dread hit her heart as she squeezed them closer.
"...There's clothes in the closet....there's whatever...just take it." She shakes a bit, her eyes rolled back a bit from the pain.
Her heart sank, Sienna was still bleeding out. Her curls swirled around as she let her eyes shut for once.
But the screech left her as she felt utter agony in her stomach. "Please.... please... I just...why-" her voice shook out, Sienna was curling the twins closer as she was drifting off. Not to sleep, but her life slipping.
...
When someone was dying (or died or had been dying or had been dead for A Very Long Time), the air around them started to curdle; a sticky, tacky ozone that slicked down hair and sat on shoulders like boulders. And no one really noticed unless they were Inclined. Like he was.
The Man wasn't interested in the clothes, he had really only wanted shelter, but now he was Intrigued, and for a man of his nature, it was a very bad thing to be.
He stepped forward - or, well, somehow he got from where he had been to where she was, some negative space loophole, who knows - hovering over her with his head cocked.
She was Dying. She was going to Die. Those children would Die. Die before they had even lived, taken from her like they'd been taken from him.
...
The Mask had entered this place with rage at the entire concept of femininity, and now he was protecting it.
With klutzy movements, he maneuvered about the bathroom, setting the tub to drain while trying to find some towels. He was no medicine man, more of a lizard in the hand of one, but this seemed appropriate to him.
He could save her. Like he wanted to save Her. Prove that it wasn't his fault, just that damned woman.
Sienna was still as she curls the children closer. Her heart sanked as she's only known misery and pain all her life; relationship after another hurt her more. And here she was once again willing to die for someone who still wasn't present.
The twins sob and cry, trying to wake up their still mother from her slumber. One child leans into her and bite her skin- blood trickled from the wound. No wonder she bled out, the twins were draining her life as well.
She eventually opens her eyes for a moment to see the 'man' above her. She was still confused, she didn't know what they wanted.
".... please let me go- I can't...do this anymore..." She whispers weakly. Letting her eyes shut once again as she let her head roll.
Don't Tell Him What To Do. Damn woman.
The towels were clean and soft, some were even monogramed, put on a shelf that was almost too high for the Mask to reach. He kicked the shelf.
He crumpled the towels, tossing them into the tub, stuffing them wherever he thought would help. Shoving clean white cloth wherever blood was pouring.
If she died, those kids would Die. Crushed like eggs, like a desert rose about to bloom. Those kids would Die and it would be His Fault because he's UnfitUnfitUnfit.
Her head fell back, and he started to panic, a low-level panic that boiled and brewed and crept. Death cold hands went up to pat her cheek, cautiously, like he could crumple her the same way he did the doorknob, and then more aggressive, borderline smacking her.
A yelp escaped her as Sienna was jolted awake. Her eyes looking around as she gently stares at the mask.
The twins chomp and nibble on her as they kept trying to feast on her. Sienna was bitterly quiet as she curls into the tub more.
She was shaking from the cold then the blood lost. She was oddly quiet as she looks around the room. She wants her husband-
The Mask stares at her for a moment, hard enough that you could almost see a ring of bilgewater brown in those voided eyes, as if checking that she's still alive.
She lives. Reaching out with a cold hand, he awkwardly pet the top of her head, like a cat that might attack at any moment. Once bitten, twice shy.
After a moment, he pulled his hand back, pointing to his ring finger, tapping it, head tilted in question. 'Where?'
It wasn't like he had been very quiet.
Her head slightly tilts her head back. Eyes dulled with pain, she looks away- why was this stranger more compassionate than the one she loves?
"thank you...." She calls out, she curls the babies closer to her. She felt like a burden in this moment.
The Mask made a face - well, he seemed like he did. His eyes scrunched up, heading moving forward like he was exasperated.
That's Not What He Asked. Damn Women.
He repeats the motion, this time pointing at her ring finger with a little more attitude than before.
'Where is he?'
Sienna noticed finally as a grimace look falls to her face. She looks down again as she didn't know what to respond with.
Honestly, she didn't know where he was either. She merely shrugs as she shakes a bit.
"I don't know...I guess work maybe...? Or with someone else..." She whispers out. Sienna hated this- she left her old marriage behind for this reason. And here she was in this twisted cruel cycle once again.
"...I'm sorry...you can leave...I'll manage...I think.." she whispers softly. She didn't want to be a burden anymore. Because that's all she's become once again and this time to a stranger.
Why was a stranger being nice and better then someone she loves...?
Men. Evil men. If it weren't for men like that, She wouldn't have left him. It's not his fault, not his fault, not his fault.
He wasn't going to leave, not yet at least. Leaning back to peer through a window, the hail had stopped but the rain continued. Even when it stopped, the ground would give way under every step; he might as well stay.
If he sensed her distress beyond the fact that she was scared of him, it didn't seem to faze him as he went through the closet unceremoniously, tearing through the contents. Some smudged away part of him appreciated the offer of dry clothes, but none of the ones offered would fit him regardless.
Just more towels, which he threw over her without really aiming, like it was such an effort for him to keep his landlady for the day alive. One landed haphazardly over one of the twins, and he, gentler than the wind, pulled it away from its face.
He would never Have This For Himself.
Sienna was quiet as she weakly drags a few towels over her and the twins. Her eyes shimmer for a second as she felt tired.
Her eyes shut slightly as she tucks the children closer. Her breathing eased finally as she didn't know what else to do.
This was just, heartbreaking to her.
She officially dozed off, fainting in the tub as she went limp. She didn't know what else to do now, she just let her body give in.
Keep her Warm. Keep her Alive. Prove that he was normal and good and that it wasn't his fault that the other one ran away.
With red, raw fingers, The Mask pet at the twins curiously, softer than a prayer to a god who wouldn't answer, before moving over to the sink counter to continue his raid.
Sienna twitched once or twice. Her body felt so cold and so odd as she whines.
Her husband. Where was he- was she really gonna die alone...
The twins whine and cry, nipping at their mother's skin as they bit and chew. Drawing blood as if this was part of their trait. It was, they were demon children after all.
All night, all he did was back and forth between Sienna and whatever else that caught his interest for a fleeting moment, like an animal. Too jittery and jointed and instinctive to stay in one place for longer than a moment.
The sink cabinet, opened with a heavy amount of tampering, had nothing for him. Makeup and aftershave and things of the like. His hand sprang for something labeled with a painkiller, grasping it for a moment.
§×§
Out in the woods, there was an altar built to a false goddess, made of bottles and bottles and bottles of shitty cheap liquor and acetaminophen, communion for Our Lady of Suburbia, she who turned her back on him, That Damned Woman .
§×§
He turned to Sienna, shaking the bottle in her direction, almost playfully, if something like him was capable of play. The Mask felt like God, holding the key to mercy in his sweaty fingers, and then he felt horrible guilt, and he folded, shifting across the floor with the pills in hand.
Pulling one of the twins off to hold awkwardly, horribly incorrectly, in one arm, the pills were offered.
Her dainty hand reached out after hours of her being stiff. She felt the twitching in her body, ready to give in. She was crying, a pure mess in this chaotic birth all alone with this maniac of a man.
She swallowed them dryly. Harder prescription pills her doctor of a husband prescribed her when she's in pain. But this didn't stop the dull ache in her heart or the ache of the blood still seeping for .her bare bossom of the teething infants.
She rolls her head back finally as she gave up once again. The pain was too much, everything felt tooo much. And at the same time Sienna was tired of being all alone. She's given her ounce of faith into someone whom she believes would of saved her.
Someone she prayed for nights to love her back. To let her be his one and only. To wish her husband would just give her an ounce of devotion she gave him, like this devil of a man was her God.
Maybe that's something these two had in common, something why cruel fate had them meet. Because they idolized someone greeter as a God. She felt so foolish to believe that so.
Two disciples, left behind to stand at the foot of the cross.
The Mask pet her head gently while she swallowed the pills down, more awkwardly than anything, some perverse imitation of normalcy. Like he was more of a thing imitating human interaction than one participating in it.
He didn't think to give her anything to drink, that was his bad, but he could offer her some relief, grabbing the other infant, setting the duo on the floor in a way that... probably wasn't the best for them. Cleaning the blood as gently as he could, he pulled a towel over her for modesty before sitting down beside the tub and picking the children back up, one per arm, at an angle which let him watch both the tots (ADORATION. JOYJOYJOY. LONGINGANDLONGING.) and Sienna with ease.
§×§
When the savior has left, the disciples have no one to love but each other.
Her eyes flutter open hours later. It felt like days to her honestly, but eventually she came to.
The twins were curled up in the mans arm. Seeming as if they belonged. The sound of morning chirps filled the manor. And it didn't feel alive anymore. The rush of rain was gone from the night before.
Sienna slowly sat up as she still realizes that her husband never came home. He, just didn't.
As if he had abandoned her alone with their children. Their infants....
Her eyes drifted over to her savior of the night. Tears filled the brim of her orbs, all she felt in this moment was pain and hurt. But at the same time, maybe...he was here for a reason?
"...thank you...I mean it really... I'm in debt to you... anything I can do to.." she whispers out. Sienna was really quiet as she was used to most people asking for, one thing.
Even if she was sore and in pain, she could do that, right?
Sienna slowly climbed out the tub, blood still dropped down her body as she was exhausted. She fell into her knees, curls, a mess of them gathered around her.
"...thank you really...I don't... know what I would of done..." She calls out as she eyes the man in the mask. Why was this stranger so nice to her- as if the gods was making fun of her once again. Of course she wasn't worthy of a normal life nor a normal relationship. They always pushed her into a twisted relationship, and sadly she was starting to see that trend again. She just didn't know what he was thinking-
He didn't seem to notice that Sienna had awoken at first. Or maybe he didn't care.
The dark nothing behind the eye slits of his mask - the man, that husk of a thing; The Man holds the twins awkwardly, like he's never done this in his life, eyeing them like a starved man. The twins, mouths still ringed in red, had made no effort, not even an attempt at chewing on the man the way they had on their mother. Whether it was a lack of the maternal bond or demonic instinct - (THISMANISNOTALIVE) - was anyone's guess though.
He should have left, that was his plan once the rain stopped, but he hadn't been entirely sure that Sienna was going to survive. If she didn't... well, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He certainly couldn't take the infants with him.
This was something else that he'd just Never Have.
At Sienna's voice, he glanced up with only his eyes before tilting his head in a slight nod. 'You're welcome.' Like it had been such a struggle for him to break in. Like he deserved the thanks.
The floor was a mess at this point, water pooling with mud and blood under the four of them.
His eyes peered at her through the holes in the mask, infinitely dark, almost judgmental, as she spoke, on her knees like she was giving a confession.
If he squinted, she almost looked like Her.
Her eyes shimmer like pools of thick honey. The way the children had seemingly settled into the strangers arms, better then her own- it felt weird. She didn't know if Valentine would able to help her now.
As if the mutant needed the saving, she was skeptical of everything in her life. Even now as she had another set of twins within a year apart. Her curls swayed as she reached out, grabbing onto the mans trousers as she plead.
"Thank you...thank you for saving us.... I don't know what we would of done..." She mutter again, probably inflating his ego even at this point. She was a trembling mess, fear raked over her body as she felt that sudden lightheadedness again.
She sways as she eventually collapsed into the tile of the manors bathroom. Her eyes dull and shaking with no light once again. The twins cries echoed out and filled the room as she couldn't feel her own breath nor her heart beat.
The Mask moved his head back minutely.
The leg that Sienna grabbed onto was crooked at an uncomfortable angle, one that didn't seem possible given... anatomy, but he didn't pay it anymore mind than he paid her.
The endless gratitude did seem to resonate with him on some level though. Saved her, that's what he did. The saved has become the savior, bathed in warm yellow light, baptized in the muck of the ground.
He nodded at her once, barely a jerk of the head. He saved her. Saved her, saved her, saved her.
But he didn't save her from hitting the ground, the dull crack of her head against the tile enough to send the twins into a new frenzy, their pitchy cries agitating him enough to finally set them down. Noisynoisybrats.
On his feet, he contorted down to meet Sienna's face, tapping her cheekbone - forehead, shoulder, chin - with a cold hand, leaving nothing but faint red smudges behind. No response.
His eyes narrowed behind the mask, a huff of breath hitting the plastic harshly. He shook her, harsher than he should, like he was playing with his sister's old dolls.
NEVER be vulnerable. FLUSH your medication down the toilet. LIE when people ask how you’re doing. SUPPRESS your feelings. ALWAYS be irritable and abrasive. MAKE SURE you push away anyone who’s close to you. CANCEL your therapy appointment.
who is this??
-morg (@inmorganic)
(your new pfp boggled me...)
Meeee~
i was so confused... 'who is this in my notifications?'. it was scary.
evan invited me (forced me to go) to his church picnic today and then immediately ditched me.
they had something called battery acid though, it was fun.
r1cky k1ck3d m3 0ut. b3caus3 h1s R00MMAT3 1s back fr0m vacat10n.
and th3y'r3 dat1ng.
n0t sur3 why 1 f33l w13rd ab0ut that, but that's an 1ssu3 f0r an0th3r day.
-3vaaaaaaan
//another promise that I'll reply to everything:
hi! i'm atlas! and i'm still going to reply to everything. i'm just bummed out for no reason (my usual summer slump, nothing to be concerned about) and it feels like morgan is trying to claw herself out of my head, so i'm struggling with writing right now. like i am usually.
sorry for slow replies! it's not that i'm not interested, it's just that i'm demotivated (love writing Morgan, physically cannot write her well for some reason).
//love you guys!
sh0uld 1 c0m3 h0m3 t0day (as plann3d) 0r stay h3r3 w1th r1cky f0r an0th3r w33k?
-3vaaaaaaan
Morgan! He does not swing that way!
*she's proud of herself*
@ancient-siren
good to know, good to know.
not that it would be... bad if he did. i'm just saying.
Oh I agree
And yeah. See I am very nosey hahaha
i'm still not sure why he texted me that though. jet says he's not interested in any piercings (she's tried). just curious, i guess?
I guess curious then. Well we'll never know then!
not until he gets back, anyway.
Morgan! He does not swing that way!
*she's proud of herself*
@ancient-siren
good to know, good to know.
not that it would be... bad if he did. i'm just saying.
Oh I agree
And yeah. See I am very nosey hahaha
i'm still not sure why he texted me that though. jet says he's not interested in any piercings (she's tried). just curious, i guess?
you give college guys freedom to speak without punishment and goddamn.
'maybe it's because you dress like a guy?'
'it's because your curls are raggedy.'
it was a rhetorical question, too.
