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Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

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peekbelowthesurface

And with that, he was gone. Out the back to where she would be waiting momentarily as she made her way through the front of the restaurant. The moment she hit the warm summer air, Olympia had the thought to continue straight and put more distance between the two of them instead of turning back towards the back of the building where he would be. But of course, did she ever listen to common sense? Not when it came to Kay. Never him. “You know what, never mind.” She couldn’t do this. Not with him. Oly turned to leave then, regretting the moment she’d walked into the restaurant earlier that evening and the way her heart fluttered seeing him that died off the moment he looked back.

His veins were already itching for a fix, fingers idly scratching at the bruised skin in the tender crook of his arm, the train tracks of poison stark against the snowy flesh as he tugged his sleeves down to hide from her eyes. Kay would never let her see what he'd been reduced to, would never want to see the pity in her eyes that had become nearly branded in her stare. What he wasn't expecting was for her to turn away, his brows furrowing in concern and confusion, hand snaking out to grab her before she could slip through the creases of his life and out into the cold for another infinity. "Pea -- what's going on." Voice soft as he'd ever used with her, it was a stark contrast to the edge of his stare, needing to know for his sanity that she was okay, that she wasn't in the trouble they always seemed to find themselves in.

#sunshine #sorry not sorry

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"Please.. don’t make me regret this."

He simply turned his head to look at her, unsure whether to be angry or upset. "You're the one that came to me. I'll be right out." With that he turned back into the kitchen, grabbing his shit and leaving through the back without a word. Banning and the rest of them be damned, however it was he might have felt about Olympia, when she called he came, as always and would always. "What's going on?"

#sunshine #nope nOPE

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"I can’t believe I’m saying this but I need your help.”

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"I'll meet you outside?"

#pre-them getting back together. back to the olden days when we first started playing #im ready for feels.

forgotteninlegend

"Now, when have I ever been known to joke about anything, K-Mart.” Kay should know better than to let Kyle pick what they were going to do that night, it never ended well for the pair of them. And if Kyle had his own agenda that night, well—Kay didn’t need to know about it. No one did. Popping out from behind a tree further into the forest, he grinned, “Now be quiet and get over here. We’ve got some exploring to do!” Not waiting for a response, he was turning back around, backpack filled with snacks and drinks thumping against his legs, and heading further into the trees as the sun slowly set in the distance.

He had no choice, never did really when it came to Kyle, and without second thought or command was following on his merry way, his own backpack stuffed with pencils and paper (and maybe a few fireworks) hanging off one shoulder. "How deep we going anyway? Might be animals.." He wouldn't say what kind of animals, those fears that of his past life -- but it couldn't be shaken, the thought that perhaps the big bad wolf - the actual one - was lurking past the trees of this not so enchanted forest. Kay chewed on his lip gently, staring at the back of Kyle's head with a familiar pang of guilt, knowing he shouldn't told his best friend about his dreams, about his memories a long time ago. But how could he? When Kyle seemingly wasn't close to remembering? When Kay himself had no clue who he could be? It was a heartache best kept under wrapped, a can of worms that needn't ever be opened. Instead, he forced a grin, catching up with a sort of half skip. "Missed you."

Standing at the edge of the forest, he moved to lean on a tree, ducking his head to hide the growing grin on his lips. It'd been too long since it was just them, and when he'd asked for a brodate, he had no idea it would be this. Hand reaching up to tug at his curls, wrapping one of the dark strands around his finger, the chuckle finally broke free from the prison of his clenched lips. "Muppet, you've got to be kidding."

He was on his guard as he made his way home through a more shady part of town. He wasn’t necessarily afraid, but he’d learnt to err on the side of caution and not stop walking. He clenched his jaw when he saw a slouched figure, only an instant to decide whether to carry on his way and not acknowledge whatever damned creature was fading away in the damp dark, or to turn back and find another way. The problem being that there was one man here, but if he turned back and there were three? That was a situation far worse. So he kept on walking.

He had barely taken ten steps before the voice slurred out, aggression and violence dripping from every syllable, and he was hit with the realisation. It had been a while, but Ben knew that voice, whether he wanted to or not, and whether he had any affection left for this man didn’t matter when Kay was in this state. He couldn’t trust anyone else was going to find him before a gang of thugs did and stripped him for all he was worth, so he carried on stepping forward.

It was an unfamiliar sight to him. When he’d known Kay he had been confident and happy, and now it was like looking at a shadow of his former friend. He furrowed his brow as Kay swore at him again, recognising the aggression and realising that if he was in the state he seemed to be, he might just hate Ben enough to swing for him.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he said, stopping a foot or so before Kay.

The voice sent ice down his already frozen spine, stopping his blood cold while lips curled to show teeth, animal and feral towards the man he believed betrayed him. Choosing sides in a war between childhood friends, Kay had always crossed Ben of his list after he'd been forgotten, leaving him alone with his buffet of problems while Ben set of into the sunset with Gerda. The resentment had only grown throughout the years, and for a while Kayden had sworn to himself he didn't care what happened to the boy -- but when his life once more turned itself topsy turvy and Kay found himself childless and without love, petty childhood feuds seemed like nothing more than sand in the desert, meaningless. He had enough things to hate in the world now, and Ben wasn't one of them.

Sober at least.

Coming down from a high seemed to be a different story, the pent up rage within him manifesting back into the hatred for the child that left him all those ears ago. Breaking out in a cold sweat he stood, unsteady on his feet while fists clenched and unfolded, then right back again, the heartbeat in his hands throbbing in his ears. "The fuck happened to me?" He spat, stepping forward a stumbled step of wayward limbs and disjointed movements. "The fuck do you care?"

Kay stopped and stared at him, clenching his eyes shut to stop the world from spinning, to stop himself from feeling like he was falling off the face of the earth in aching need. His veins burned within him, ice melting into fire that licked at his thoughts, his needs, consuming him in raw want for more. His hands itched to reach into his pocket, but he wouldn't, not with Ben there. "Run along to Gerda, Ben, just like you always do."

#the reindeer #this hurts me

Sitting on a old crate he slumped, nothing but water and grief in his veins, all sort of rationale having gone with the last of his high, replaced with shame -- guilt, for what he'd promised time and time again he'd never return to. But he was weak, he'd always been. Unable to cope with the cards life had dealt him he turned to cheating it, a gambit on his life and flirting with disaster, shooting his veins with poison that would fuel him for the day, power him up to trudge through the godforsaken alleys of his demented existence. Licking his lips Kay blinked hard, clearing the cobwebs of vision, attempting to adjust to the darkness now that the chemically induced vibrancy had faded. He couldn't go home, not yet. Not when he was so clearly burnt that Olympia or Kyle could notice from five miles away. He wouldn't do that to them, not again, not ever. Hearing footsteps and believing them to be one of the alleyrats trying to score some from him he sneered, eyes half lidded and dangerous. "Fuck off, get your fix elsewhere. Not carrying." it was a lie, but he wasn't willing to share. It should've been a clue just how far down the rabbit hole he really was. When the footsteps didn't stop he sat up, tensing for an all out brawl "I said fuck off."

#the reindeer #;__;

Til Kingdom Come || Kaly

peekbelowthesurface

As quickly as the mere thought that it was all just a dream had landed, it was swept away and caught up in the lips and arms that encircled her and entranced her every waking thought to one and one only. The melodous laughter only called to her bones, feeling the shivers of excitement catch fire and take hold as the roots only deepended over time. Flipped over and onto her back, Oly barely had time to form a coherent thought before he was everything and still at the same moment with roaming hands and impatient hips that told her more than the lazy words that drawled out and caressed her skin with sweet promises that were never so sweet. A chuckle of her own, bordering on the line of a giggle - one unheard of in a woman of her own standing - was only intensified when she swung her arms around his neck, locked her elbows as she kept him in her sight with a soft smile of her own. “What? And let you get your rocks off and leave me standing up there all alone ina few hours?” She tugged him closer to her, meeting halfway as she arched her back into the quick press of lips before he escaped her once again. “I think not.”

It was a tease, a playful jest, one that had been at the forefront of them counting down to this day and this moment of a wedding about to happen. Their wedding. The mere thought sent butteflies to her stomach or it could have been the trail of flush skin he was creating as he traveled down her neck and scoping out the bare patches of skin that peeked out from the old shirt of his she’d taken sometime in the middle of the night. But just as quickly and as heated as they’d become, they were gone, tantalizing and teasing from above once again as hands tangled in her hair and had her trapped beneath both flesh and eyes, ones that pierced through the veil of playful japs and quips and nearly stole her breath away. Not once, but twice.

He had that effect on her, stealing whatever was on the tip of her tongue and turning it around until the words didn’t need to be said because they were felt. The pressure of his hands on her, eliciting another soft shiver that was caught between her teeth with a sharp hiss as she sucked down the rest of whatever she was about to say. She didn’t need to speak anyways, not when he was doing more than enough for the both of them. Her mind was whirling, caught somewhere between the rising desire that coursed through her with inexplicable ease under his practiced touch to that overworked mind of hers that wouldn’t shut off, not for a moment. Well, almost never as his fingers found what they were in search for, granting him another escaped sound from her lips as her hips bucked against his skillfull fingers without much relief to the growing heat.

"Cheeky bastard," her voice was low and raspy, filled to the brim with the lust that colored her pale skin and every annoyance at the game he was playing. Too many times had they played it and lost, and lost hard but never out. Oh no, never had they given in and let it all burn down around them and never would she let him have to take a step forward without her by his side. That’s where she belonged whether a piece of paper told them so or not, it wouldn’t change how she felt and how words continued to escape her the longer she thought on how to describe it in one go.

She couldn’t. No one could. What they had was beyond words and paper, beyond labels and how they were viewed by the laws that would soon bind them together from now until death. But she didn’t see herself letting him go that easily, as if death could stop her or him, it had tried once and almost won. Almost destroyed both of them in the process but they’d pulled through and were stronger for it as she swam in the striking blue eyes that swept her up nearly as completely as the rest of him had. Though she could have groaned, and did somewhat, as he pulled back without finishing what he started.

Instead of letting traditions get in her way, when had they done her any good to listen to them instead of her heart, Oly followed him as she tightened her grip on his neck and locked a leg behind his as her lips left soft impressions along the line of his jaw, pausing only to speak inbetween each one before capturing his lips with hers. “I say - I showered last night but I could go for some breakfast.” Her eyes gleamed with unspoken needs that lay prominant beneath him as she bucked her hips once more to solidfy her point while he looked on in quiet contemplation. It always left her in awe, wanting to know and experience more with him and she couldnt wait any longer. Today couldn’t have come soon enough.

“You know me so well, pretty” he joked softly, running his nose on the underside of her soft jaw. “Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em – you know that’s always been my motto.” The softness of his smile transformed into a wolfish grin, the gentility of his touch morphing with it, a nip to her neck that he quickly soothed with a swipe of his tongue, near growling at the insult. “You should know by now the only way you’ll get rid of me is to bury me, face it, Pea, mine now.” Now. Forever. Always. The words struck him like lightning, blazing and bright in their honesty, in how true they were despite the coming nuptials. He was hers and she was is, and they didn’t need a piece of paper and bands of silver to say so.

Branded long ago by one other in more ways than they should’ve been, he wore her scars like armor, bands and scars given in grief and in pleasure, reminders of their life – together. Each one, each mark upon his flesh was another battle one, another one surrendered to her , the only one who could bring him to his knees and lift him up again. Break his back and take his chains, only to build him up stone by stone, piece by piece until he was more whole than ever before, filled with the light that only she could give. He’d break himself for her a hundred times and then a hundred more. He’d already had. They’d survived catastrophes and heartache, wars that the likes of soldiers would never understand. Death had long since forgotten them, spared them more times than should’ve been allowed but they earned it. Fought for it. Fought each other and conquered and won.

They’d won the chance of forever and he was going to take it and run.

She deserved this. Writhing on top of him as his fingers trailed lazy designs across the soft material covering her heat – she deserved this happiness. The joy in her eyes he thanked god every day for putting there, for remaining there after everything. She deserved the world and a better man than him but he’d be hard pressed to give her up for anything, anyone. Selfish as the day he was born he’d steal her away and would keep stealing, starting with another kiss to her crimson lips, dipping down to press another against her clavicle, and yet another over chest until he was peppering her breast with them, raining down and back up again, catching her lips within his own, grinning wildly at her words.

“Breakfast? I think I can make some waffles.” He punctuated his words with a swipe down the wetness between them, circling her quickly before pulling back. “Or pancakes? I think I’m feeling pancakes.”

Knowing she’d turn a delectable shade of puce he kissed her hard again, melding her against him before she could protest, hard and hungry with every ounce of love he had for her thrown down, hoping she’d drown in it and understand just how much. With that he flipped her, kissed her again and stood, adjusting his hardness as he shivered. “Unlike you I didn’t shower. Grooms gotta’ be clean for his lady.” Kay winked, saluting her as he dashed for the bath, a peal of childish laughter in his wake for leaving her teased and trussed, looking as beautiful as he’d ever seen her in their bed. “No sex before the wedding! It’s bad luck!” He called out as he existed the room, not that they hadn’t dealt with bad luck before, in leaps and bounds, but he wanted today to be perfect. Traditional like she deserved and like he’d always promised her.

Kay had gone back on so many of them during their lives together, blatantly breaking them in her face and destroying them behind her back, turning a blind eye as he did so. But no more. It would be traditional if it killed him – and knowing Oly, she just might.

#para #to kingdom come #sunshine

peekbelowthesurface

It hurt more when he looked away than she thought it would but she wasn’t that little girl anymore, hadn’t been for years not the one to go to her room crying that the boy she liked didn’t return her affection. That wasn’t her. She fought those feelings of loss, the emptiness that hollowed out her rib cage until there was nothing left but the driving force between her and him, the distance that he kept while she cut it in half with every forceful step in his direction. She would never be frightened of him, never. “You won’t. I won’t let you.”

"You don't know that!" He hadn't meant to yell, hadn't mean to rip himself from her grasp with a near growl, but it only furthered his point, cemented his thoughts. He was dangerous, more so than ever before and when all he wanted to do was hold her, scoop her in his arms and crush her to him lke so many times before, the beast was in there, crouched and waiting to strike the moment he lost himself in her. Finally his eyes watered in helpless misery, imploring her to understand that this wasn't him, wasn't them. "You can't stop it."

#lmao i like aupernatural!#supernatual au #sunshine

peekbelowthesurface

"No." Even with the added distance, Olympia wasn’t about to take anything he had to say to her if it meant him leaving once again. It’d taken her months to get this far, to being able to feel him beneath her fingertips for barely a moment. But she’d take it and anything else she could get. There was no stopping her. He knew better than to think he could push her away forever. "I don’t accept that because I know you," she spoke softly, gently even as she tried to slip back in close enough to lay her fingers atop his chest. "You are not going to be alone."

He had to look away from her, from the eyes that were his undoing and could make him bend to her will with a single glance. She'd say jump and he'd ask how high, her attack dog now more dog than every. Jaw clenching the muscle jumped, swallowing back against the bile climbing up his throat, shutting his eyes against the threat of rising tides. "I have to be. I have to be alone. I can't - won't hurt you. Anyone."

#sunshine #supernatual au

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So many months since the last time she’d seen him, held him in her arms, and all that time that’d passed vanished the moment he held her back instead of skulking back into the shadows with a nearly impossibly trail to follow. Yet always in the back of her mind, was she following him or vice versa? In the beginning, she’d sworn not to approach, to leave him be for her personal safety like he’d made her promise sworn for her to stop looking for him but it was one that she’d gladly break, repeatedly. There was nothing anyone could do or say to stop her. Not even him. Tears threatened to fall, ones that hadn’t slipped down since the first night she’d spent alone in the motel, but clung to her lashes as her fingers dug into his jacket tighter than before, needing him to be real, to be there, more than ever. “Don’t go,” barely a whisper, caught in the back of her throat until it slipped out.

That's why he shouldn't have returned. Clutching her too him for a breath longer he had to pull away lest he never let go, holding her by the shoulders in his outstretched arms. "Pea - " It was strangled across the gravel of his throat, the whine so much like wounded animal he was clear as day. "I have to." It was no more louder than her own whisper, but it needed to be said, needed to be real that he couldn't - and wouldn't stay. Wouldn't put her in danger once the full moon arose and transformed him into the monster of nightmares, hell bent on pulling her apart with his teeth.

#supernatual au #sunshine

nuclearromanov-deactivated20141

“I missed you so bad.” - kaly

"Not as much as me." Never as much as her. He had the words. The heart of a poet was bound within the trappings of a clean cut man who put his intentions on a page in ink rather than in the air for all the world to hear. Olympia could feel them press against her skin until they were branded on every bare spot, nothing left untouched as her arms wrapped around the neck of the man who captured her heart and soul. He’d taken them with him, only to return for his own. "But you’re back, finally."

"Finally."

Finally. Finally he'd come back from the forest, from the months of an existence he couldn't remember, interspersed with memories he wished weren't his own. Where before his life was filled with the notes of her perfume and the satisfaction of destroying creatures who could harm her - now he was exactly that, a creature who would feast on the sinew between her bones, would crush her under his weight and make her his in a way he'd never want. For now however, he pressed her close, heightened senses noting every scent from her pores, the fear and sweet, the sweet tones of her love. He couldn't leave her, couldn't pull himself away, nose at the bottom of her jaw while his eyes clenched, aching to love her but terrified of what that would mean.

#should we turn this into a text post so you don't spam?#sunshine #supernatual au #also no hug gif so just sad.

peekbelowthesurface

Please stop.

Never. Like that smile too much, Pea.

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If you think that’s cute, watch this exit. It’s downright adorable.

Mine is cuter.

#dorks.#sunshine

Is that so? Am I not free to leave of my own accord, are you keeping me hostage?

Never in a hundred years, I simply didn't want you walking alone this time of night. Forgive me?

#it's weird writing him with memories omg

peekbelowthesurface

Are you talking about you or me because I don’t scamper.

You scamper. S'kind of cute really.

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There’s that wishful thinking again.

Haven't scampered off yet, pretty.

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