you're already too late

[luponellombra]

I went through the blog to figure out my tags and

Damn I miss everyone and I hope they are okay

[luponellombra]

Once I clock out from work today I’m gonna work on like my tags and stuff and maybe clean up and set some verses too?

I aint touching my theme tho I don’t have that kind of patience today ahHAH

[larosafatale]

@luponellombra 

The kiss is immediately responded and returned, his hand cupping the side of her face as gently as always. “I missed you”.

She holds him perhaps longer than she intended to, burying her face into his neck and taking in his scent. “Did you take care of yourself while you were gone?”

[luponellombra]

He chuckles at her question --she would know by now he wasn't taking care of himself during his time out. Sleep was the only commodity he allowed himself when he was on duty, everything else simply happened as direct consequences of his actions. He was reckless with himself when on missions until his goal was completed to perfection, and plenty of times she scolded at him for skipping meals and sleep while at work. This time wasn't any different.

As she nuzzled his neck, he smiled, his hand resting on the curve of her waist to keep him close to him. Il Lupo missed this intensely, to the point his body ached and craved her touch, her voice...her.

"You know I didn't", he shrugs softly, to not disturb her comfort. "Hard to, when you were not with me to pull me by my ears".

[luponellombra]

Returning home after a long mission always had a different feeling.

There was no familiarity about coming back to his house, the one he worked hard for yet felt like a stranger’s every time he needed to return and rest. Never empty, well kept and organized --his deepest secrets were hidden between those walls. If anything, opening the door to his small home gave him incredible pride. How couldn’t he not feel proud of being able to have what his father denied him for so long?

Il Lupo closes the door behind him, slowly, his attention still in the empty, dark streets for anyone following him. Once it was safe, a bloody hand pulls down the hood covering his face as he breathes deep. On the exhale, he turns, his feet automatically moving in the dark to his bed, ignoring the intense desire to collapse right there and there and succumb to his exhaustion. No, she wouldn't like to find him sleeping on the ground first thing in the morning. Oh, he knew she visited his home when he was not around. Who else would leave aromatic gifts sitting on the tables? She would hate to find him face flat on the ground snoring the days he was on the hunt away in peaceful slumber.

It was for her that he went in this long mission. For her that he raised his hand to take the life of someone who needed to perish at her will. For her, because of her, a gift for her, her, her, her--

He reaches, his well studied steps recognizing he was standing in front of his bedroom door. An open hand pushes it open gently, and he enters the room, a hint of moonlight slipping through open windows showing him the object of his current objective. A bed, clean linens that had been possibly waiting for months, years to be utilized. Without thinking, he took his shoes off, walked faster, and tossed himself into the hands of the peaceful slumber breathing the perfume of the woman he would burn nations for left embedded on his pillows.

And he sleeps, peacefully, face down holding the pillow tightly, almost like a child.

[luponellombra]

Lord this dash is old.

[luponellombra]

amortean:

@luponellombra replied to your post:

Really, now

yes

A shame.

[luponellombra]

amortean:

… errr —— no? The way it works is —— like, okay, imagine —— swallow your hubris for a minute and imagine you get stabbed. The longer you wait to patch yourself up, the worse it gets, the worse the scar is going to look, right?

It is a similar concept. I’ve drank so much without killing myself that the damage to my organs has kept —— building to the point that dying now can’t completely undo it. It happens with other injuries, too. Sometimes they don’t completely heal, like my neck you have such a fetish for.

Ah, I see. Living forever -or, long enough- doesn’t sound so glamorous anymore. What can I say, you have a pretty neck to strangle. And you sometimes know how to push buttons enough for anyone to wish they could strangle you. I just don’t wish that much and just act upon my desires.

[luponellombra]

amortean:

I actually can’t. I’m down to one kidney and my liver is a cancerous mass. I just turn yellow and start upchucking blood, and then everyone’s like “uuugghhhhh sheila you’re ruining the partyyyyy.”

Wouldn’t all of that be reversed if you die again?

[luponellombra]

amortean:

Me? Letting things go?? Sounds unrealistic.

Also, no, I don’t.

No? Next thing you’ll say is that you found religion.

[luponellombra]

amortean:

My grudges are like me Eternal

You need to learn how to let go, Sheila. There’s not enough alcohol in the world to help forgetting things.

You still drink, no?

[luponellombra]

amortean:

@luponellombra replied to your post:

Missed me?

I sure don’t miss being plunged into a watery grave !!

Ah, please. That was a long time ago, you can’t possibly keep holding to that for so long.

[luponellombra]

laughs into oblivion

[strawbrerrynubbins]

MULTIPLAY by =lhuin

[phasewalkin]

‘Sup, loves! As the picture says, I’m asking for your help. But not for me, for the patients at the San Jorge Children’s Hospital in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

This is my third year participating at Extra Life. Last year I managed to get to my $100 goal with the help of some of you guys! And this year, I want to reach my goal once again to help the kids at that hospital. This cause is very important to me because my cousin was a patient there, and she received nothing but love and kindness while the doctors were figuring out if that cancer spot on her liver was dangerous or not. Lucky for us, it wasn’t dangerous, but it’s still something the doctors want to keep studying just in case there’s some kind of change.

In case you don’t know what Extra Life is, gamers from around the US gather to play videogames to gather funds for hospitals on the Children’s Miracle Network. The official 24 hour marathon this year is on November 5, and if everything (including my network connection) allows it, I will stream my own marathon on that time as well.

Wanna help me out? All you have to do is click HERE and Support Me in my little journey to help this hospital. If you can’t donate, be a dear and spread the word around! Help me give an Extra Life!

[mariabarring]

“Running in the streets, bumping into people, the target is out of breath. He knows his pursuer is here somewhere, watching him, ready to take away his life. Suddenly, he stops and looks up. There, on the rooftops, the Prowler gazes down, smiling at him. It’s already too late.”

[nyiro]

MY FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS /in no particular order/ 57. Il Lupo/The Prowler (Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood multiplayer)

[nyiro]

me too! ;_; he was my favourite animi avatar in Brotherhood ;u;