Hollowed Be Thy Name

With great eyes of innocence, I bit my lips, bloodied mouth, thrilled by fear. Suddenly I fell to my knees, on the black sand, with my hands on my chest, peacefully scared, I took my bow, I’ve cut my veins for the woman that owns me. I am yours Lilith, I am yours.

[jivngshi]

❛ A bruise is a lesson. And each lesson makes us better. ❜

(* GOT SENTENCE STARTERS // ACCEPTING ! *)

She lies in his embrace, his arms instinctively drawing her body closer to him. Apologies build in his throat to fall on a lifeless tongue. Evidence of a previous argument is sprinkled on her skin in the form of dark blue and purple hues. He can’t help himself— she makes him so furious ( the only woman that can push Tristan Ahn to the brink of oblivion ). For once his touch his gentle, caressing each mark with a tenderness that is almost laughable; it seems mocking for gentle isn’t in his vocabulary. 

“I’m sorry Gab.” His tone lacks remorse, and he swears it isn’t his fault. But he whole heartedly agrees with her statement. With disobedience came punishment, and she knew him well enough to be aware of his violent temper. “It won’t happen again.” He lies so blatantly. 

Lifting his head, he kisses the bruise on her cheek, soft skin molding against his lips as if it’s all he knows how to do: kiss the bruises he creates. The demon in him roars in rage and a twinge of pain in his head warrants him to sit up, fingers pressing against his temples. Gabbanna was the only woman Lilith looked at with a respect she granted to no other woman. 

“Promise you won’t leave me.” He turns to her, fingers clasping her wrist squeezing just enough to get her attention but not enough to leave marks. She doesn’t need any more evidence of his violent desire, of his twisted way of showing that he cares for her.

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[memesforyuu]

a game of thrones sentence meme

❛ Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?  ❜ ❛ Fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜ ❛ Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❜ ❛ The things we love destroy us every time. Remember that. ❜ ❛ Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. ❜ ❛ What is honor compared to a woman’s love? ❜ ❛ Nothing burns like the cold. ❜ ❛ Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. ❜ ❛ Laughter is poison to fear. ❜ ❛ Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. ❜ ❛ Life is not a song, sweetling. ❜ ❛ A bruise is a lesson. And each lesson makes us better. ❜ ❛ Sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot. ❜ ❛ There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❜ ❛ Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust. ❜ ❛ Some truths I did not bear saying and some lies were necessary. ❜ ❛ You win or you die. There is no middle ground. ❜ ❛ You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart. ❜ ❛ Is it so far from madness to wisdom? ❜ ❛ Everything is better with some wine in the belly. ❜ ❛ Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds. ❜

[jivngshi]

` plot call !

(* OOC *)

I apologize for my abrupt absence, but I am back and ready to write with you all! If you would like a random starter please feel free to like this post but i’ll be getting to my starters soon and will find a meme to reblog.

[jivngshi]

                      A CHILD WEANED ON POISON                      CONSIDERS HARM A COMFORT

oc. fandomless. NSFW. like for a starter.

[incorrectedda]

I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you.

Sigyn to Loki, probably. (via incorrectedda)

[skawngur]

[jivngshi]

The need for revenge can cling to some for years and years. If this persisting form of yearning for revenge was to be expressed as a colour, what colour would it be, and why?

the question catches him off guard, makes him tilt his head as confusion sets. it is lilith who prompts him to think, she coerces his thoughts to turn to a more intellectual point of view and he thinks. connects different theories to one another, deciding which would be make more sense to others. for a moment he thinks of a specific color, but tosses it to the side. for each emotion held their own color, and the motive for revenge could lead to not just one emotion, but a plethora causing a person to go over the edge.

but even with this theory, there were flaws, holes that he couldn’t fill no matter how hard he played with the science of it. his head tilts for a moment, fingers pressed against his lips as his brow furrows. revenge could either be loud like the scream of a heartbroken banshee, a spirit cursed to never find happiness and forces others to feel her pain by rupturing their eardrums, making them bleed from every crevice. but just as loud as revenge could be, it could be silent. a silent mourning as poison fills a cup, the toxins mixing with the liquid quietly, waiting to claim a life.

“since you’re so curious my dear friend, revenge would be colorless.” a grin stretches across his lips, hands clasping together, pleased with himself. “you see, there are many motives for revenge and one couldn’t brand it for colors are represented by emotions. such as anger is associated with red, blue is sadness. do you understand?” with each passing word he grows more excited, fingers twitching at his sheer genius. 

“so to brand something that is actually a whirlwind of both emotions and intellect is rather- ignorant.” he pauses a moment, a slight hesitation to see if he used the right world correctly. “yes, ignorant.  so in conclusion dear boy, revenge would be colorless.”