RETRIBUTION.

a ghost with a beating heart.

[obumbro]

hi i love zexion

[starbyrd]

gofundme for @obumbro to get mac and cheese

[obumbro]

AXEL.

      AMUSEMENT   CRAWLS   UP    his   spine   whilst   sarcasm   flees   from   curved   lips   with   a   GASP   .   brows   of   scarlet   ascend   in   false   shock   .   ❝   LATE   ?   and   here   i   thought   i   was   an   hour   early   .   —   anyways   ,   does   it   really   matter   much   ?   not   like   we   have   much   to   take   care   of   .   .   .   ❞   words   drift   &   vanish   into   a   deep   silence   .   smugness   begins   to   take   hold   of   the   assassin’s   lips   .   ‘   a   lack   of   heart   shouldn’t   mean   a   loss   of   all   urgency   .   ‘   ❝   oh   you   wound   me   –   really   .   –   alright   FINE   .   i’ll   own   my   mistake   ,   i   wasn’t   avoiding   you   if   that’s   what   you   think   .   just   lost   track   of   time   after   all   .   it’s   what   happens   when   you   have   fun   .   ❞  

      SHOULDERS   ROLL   WITH   a   sigh   ,   was   this   a   desirable   situation   ?   no   .   did   he   want   to   be   here   ?   absolutely   not   .   but   he   didn’t   exactly   have   a   say   :   ORDERS   ARE   ORDERS   no   matter   how   much   of   a   hassle   they   truly   were   .   ❝   AM   i   ready   ?   dunno   .   but   it’s   best   to   just   dive   on   in   without   having   to   worry   about   anyone   breathing   down   our   necks   about   it   .   what   about   you   ,   hm   ?   hope   you’re   not   too   sucked   into   that   book   of   yours   .   ❞

     in another life, they have a temper to lose. nerves to dance on until wire snaps and they all come tumbling down. in another life, they can feel more than the urge to move crawling beneath their skin. now all they have is this : slender fingers closing lexicon with more force than perhaps needed, their eyes narrowing a fraction. where amusement dances for the assassin, the ghost of a smile on his lips, zexion keeps their face careful. blank.

     “ i wasn’t thinking you were avoiding me. if only i were so lucky. ” they ignore the thin-veiled jab. ( fun, was a relative term but the nuances would be lost, they suspect ) they rub their thumb along the spine of the book. imagine the weight being something more grounding than it was. hope you’re not too sucked into that book of yours. there’s a joke to be made there but instead an almost-smile brushes across schemer’s mouth. “ my preparations have been made for the better part of an hour. my reading was for fun. i trust i won’t need to breathe down your neck for this mission, will i? it may strain my back if i do. ”

[obumbro]

      “ you enjoy the taste of the unattainable, don’t you? ” voice raises only a fraction above a whisper where he stands near sabine. outside, there are stars drifting by ( no --- it’s them that are drifting past above six-hundred seventy one million miles per hour ( he imagines light as something so easily bended and his hands itch beneath his gloves ) the speed of light something twisted in this world like wire, he wonders if everything else should bend so easy ) he doesn’t look at sabine. it’s too easy to see how to twist them in their eyes.

      what does it mean, that i can recreate their expression in thought alone? an answer he’s lost, one he doesn’t want to know. it’s not fear but the copper on his tongue reminds him of the edge of a cliff.

     “ whatever you seek to find with me, i suggest looking elsewhere. ” nods to the stars where they stand still, immovable, fire. / @starbyrd

[ignominiymoved-deactivated20180]

WOULD  YOU  LOVE  ME  IF  I  WERE  HUMAN ?  WOULD  YOU  HATE  ME  IF  I  WERE  A  MONSTER ?  THE  TRUTH  IS ,  DARLING ,  THERE’S  NO  DIFFERENCE  —–  IN  MY  CASE ,  I  HAVE  BEEN  BOTH ,  AND  MEN  AND  MONSTERS  ALIKE  WILL  ONE  DAY  MAKE  A  FEAST  OUT  OF  YOUR  HEART .  (  personals  do  NOT  reblog !  )

[starbyrd]

the saddest sound in the world is @obumbro crying over how much they want mac and cheese 

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[obumbro]

SHAKESPEARE  AESTHETICS.

MACBETH.

the howl of wolves.   moonless nights.   dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.   echoing drums.   dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity.   bloodshot eyes.   the roughness of rusted steel.   wild rosebushes.   muscle cramps.  the sound of splintering wood.

A MIDNIGHT SUMMER’S DREAM.

crackling fires.  ivy crawling on stone.   the faint music of running water.  petrichor.   dirty, bare feet.   tattered clothing.  thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.  late evening birdsong.   curling leaves.  a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night.  humming bees.   beds of clover.

ROMEO & JULIET.

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes.   crumbling brick walls.  whispered poetry.    embroidered satin.   cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.   rosewater.  flushed cheeks.  distant orchestras.   unfinished marble statues.  cobblestone streets.  loose threads.  ink smudged on parchment.    tapping fingers.    dust illuminated by sunlight.   poison vials.

HAMLET.

shattered glass.   a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors.  lingering dampness.  white noise.  inexplicable drafts.  migraines.  bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.  reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips.  the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows. memories of dreams.   tarnished silver.  protruding veins.

tagged by :  i stole it from myself tagging :  steal it u fools

[obumbro]

❝ for a while i thought i was the dragon. ❞ u said kaidan would hate them so let's have it

SIKEN.

     “ who’s to say you aren’t? ” they fix disinterested gaze on kaidan. are familiar with the way he breathed fire when the illusive man held shepard’s life in his hand. ( they remember the nights spent at the bedside of a dead man, recall the dim burn of hope when steady heart began to beat again, does that not make them savior? )  “ you’re a fickle soul, mister alenko. if you’re the dragon, then is it your own disloyalty that you hoard? ”

[obumbro]

     they feel him first as cold on the back of their neck, a dying light leeching warmth from the room before they see him. chancellor. it’s a title that seems too small for the man who sweeps into the room. what other names do you have? they turn attention to notes for a brief moment as though every sense isn’t attuned to the way darkness pulls beneath their skin. a cough, a page being flipped.

      “ i’m afraid i don’t have new information for you here. ” is it a lie? they keep expression blank as blue eyes glance up. “ you’d have better luck speaking with besithia. ”  / @ignominiy

[obumbro]

unimportant hcs that are important to me: - zexio.n was/is near-sighted and the eye they hide with their hair has worse vision than the other one. that’s why they squint so much in cutscenes. - ienzo 100% wore glasses and squeenix can fuckin fight me on that - they’re double jointed. no one knows this - they can whistle but not hum (their humming sounds like sb dying) - any time someone calls their lexicon a diary they age 5 years

[obumbro]

      “ if those are the orders. ” they’re not sure if suspicion classifies as an emotion but somewhere beneath his sternum, unease shifts. ( if a gut feeling is something experienced by those with hearts, what do those without rely on? ) fixes the diviner with steady gaze of a single eye. “ and when am i meant to leave? ” / @moondrifting

[obumbro]

u kno i remember zexion canonically plays twister and i thank every single god in the sky

[obumbro]

look at them go

[obumbro]

❝I swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass.❞

SIKEN.

     “ that’s a ridiculous thing to say. ” i’ve swallowed glass and pretended it was pain. it’s not anything they would know and if they think to intimidate zexion, they’ve mistaken him for someone with shaking knees. with a heart. ( if he feels the quickening in his bones, he blames it on their proximity more than any memories their words rekindle.

     ( q. what is memory?                     a. a tool. a weapon. a dead thing with too many claws )

      “ ice melts. ” at 9 celsius, 32 fahrenheit, 273.15 kelvin. at the touch of a tongue laughing as snow melts in his mouth. rests in outstretched hand that lingers dangerous in the chill. “ it’s not the same as glass. though if you need more education in the difference i’m sure there’s someone around who would be able to better educate you. ”

[obumbro]

get u a bff

[obumbro]

u kno i remember zexion canonically plays twister and i thank every single god in the sky

[obumbro]

❝You have a cold cold smile.❞

SIKEN.

     ( it was warmer once ) lost in pages, memories, a heart beating but no longer moving. there’s an entry in their lexicon about a mother and the way she turned a room. it’s a story they know the ending to and it’s a story no longer worth telling. instead, features realign until lips are only pressed together. “ it’s not a smile. not anymore. ”