we will come for you.

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“On a scale of one to ten, how scared were you that I was gonna die?”

MEME.  MEME TAG.  INBOX.  ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! @salvatiicn

it was stupid. 

rarely does joseph level such an insult at anyone, let alone his brother. but john’s dogged pursuit of the deputy borders on suicidal, and all can see it. joseph had warned him firmly of straying from the path. joseph had lectured him on forgiveness, on temperance. it seems now he’ll have to teach him of caution, too.

           “do not toy so idly with your life, john,” he replies sternly. “there is still work to be done. your brothers and sisters must carry the burden of your absence.”

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wemustbestrong‌:

Jacob had his arms crossed as his brother came closer and a sigh escaped his lips. Sometimes he was so very annoying and exhausting.

“First of all: They are wolves. And they have more patience and brains then you seem to have, John. As much as I have missed you as well….what do you expect me to do with you now, hm? You thieving magpie? Stealing my weapon, although you know you can´t handle it? I bet you just wanted to look cool, but one can easily see that you´re an amateur. Last time I took you with me for a hunt, you couldn´t even hit a deer with your pistol and it stood RIGHT in front of you. Jesus…what do you even want with it, huh? Kill yourself? Although…I think you wouldn´t even manage that…” The last words were more for himself, but he had said them out loud nevertheless.

“Just give it back…and apologize.”

In case John wouldn´t apologize to his big brother, he had already thought of a nice punishment for the bold thief. Something that included everything John hated. He would do well to choose wisely.

    Oᴜᴄʜ. Hᴇ's ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ in a fool mood today. It would be smart to do as his brother said, but he's also who he is, and that's not necessarily someone who makes the smartest decisions. Especially not with the way insult rained and the smile he wore sets down into a thin line. He won't admit that it actually hurt, because then he'd admit defeat, and he'd stopped doing that years and years ago. He wouldn't start again now, not even towards his own brother.

     The look he gives the soldiers around is enough to draw back anyone, but those are Jacob's personal little pets, and they might not like the situation, but they aren't going to back up from him. This day got worse and worse and it wasn't even noon.

     Fine — Jacob got his dumb toy back, held out to him without coming any closer, but he's certainly not getting an apology. Not after that. Fuck this.

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wemustbestrong‌:

Oh, did he actually startle his little brother? Like he cared. John knew how much Jacob loved his weapons, but he probably couldn´t imagine how much time he spent with maintaining and cleaning them. If there should be anything wrong with the rifle, oh, then may the Lord have mercy on John, Jacob would think of a nice punishment for him. Highly probable including exercises in the woods, knowing John hated getting any kind of dirt on his expensive clothes, plus a little training wouldn´t harm him at all. Being a herald or not, if he crossed the line…..

“Is there….ANY explanation why you broke into my room, aka you actually bribed the guard to let you in? Not even you should be in there.” Even Jacob had some secrets, alright? “You come here now so I can greet you properly, before I decide to come up there and kick your butt. Your decision, Johnny.”

Yeah, he was kinda pissed. One could tell. The soldiers around him already took a step back, just to be sure not to be within arm´s reach.

    Tʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ʜɪᴛs a little close to home — whispers rising up that are immediately shut down before they have time to actually be heard — and if his smile wavers, it's only for the briefest of moments before he straightens up, sauntering towards the elder, stopping only shortly before and not making any effort to give the gun back. It's not like he wants to keep it — the recoil would probably dislocate his shoulder right away were he to try and shot it — but it's about principles. About standing your point.

     (Which is, shiny things attract him.)

           "I missed you. And you weren't there. Had to do something with my time, can't just sit and wait for you like your dogs do, can I?"

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wemustbestrong‌:

@salvatiicn

When Jacob went to his private room, he noticed his sniper rifle was gone. Who the fuck dared to get here and steal his things?? He rushed outside and asked his men if they had seen someone walking around with his belongings. And yes, they had indeed. They pointed at a man on top of a hill. “Why didn´t you fucking stop him?” But his question had an easy answer. Jacob narrowed his eyes, because he couldn´t quite believe it. It was his own baby brother, John who had the nerves to take his rifle. 

“What the…?! JOHN! DON´T FUCKING BREAK IT. YOU DON´T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SHOOT WITH THAT THING, DAMMIT!”

     Nᴏᴡ — ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ know better than to expect Jacob to actually be there when he dropped by, just the more when he didn't announce himself. Knowing him, he's probably somewhere in the dirt, or exercising, or worse yet, both of it. The mere idea made him shutter — but he's also not the most patient, so just sitting down and waiting for his brother to return? Ridiculous to even assume such thing.

     However, it also means the yelling near had him pull the rifle resting on his shoulder up with a little too much force, and if he had been the tiniest bit more jumpy, he'd have knocked himself right in the face with it, and how embarrassing that would have been! It stayed, however, at a flinch and the hint of a grin back at the oldest Seed.

           "Is that any way to greet your brother?"

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@paternosis

     It has become rare for a Herald to step into the Father's territory unrequested for these days. Something that had been different way before, and part of his heart ached for times back then. A small part, however, one that belonged to a scared child and would steal thoughts like these much like a thief in the night. There was hardly true sentiment to it, for such would mean questioning things as they are, and he doesn't — no doubt rests within his soul that things were going just how they are meant to be, how they are right.

     The world moved on, and rightly so; in just the way it should move. And while it's become uncommon, it is also not what happens now; instead, it is one brother in pursuit of another, with questions different that they would be aimed at the Father. A small difference, maybe. Maybe only a difference to him, by now — but an important one, all the same.

     He didn't announce himself. He didn't need to. Joseph will know before he's stepped behind him, and likely knew the second he made the decision to come. It's how things are. That, too, has changed — for better or worse.

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i’m so upset you tagged me in this

if i suffer so do you

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"So what's your relationship status, John? Or is that why you've been trying to get me into bed, because its been a while for you?"

             “I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ — why don’t we ask your soon to be husband? I’m sure he’ll have strong opinions on knowing you think of other men like that.” 

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"I think you and I both know you've got a major Daddy kink."

     Lᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, Jᴏʜɴ. Don’t hurt them, John. You’re mocking the cleansing, John.

     If he can’t make her stop talking, is he allowed to jab a knife into his own ears?

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do you love them , john ? can you ?

    As ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs, ᴛʜᴇ voice of his brother seems to come without any warning, and just the same, the taste of disappointment is so heavy in the air it’s nearly thick enough to be cut, with it’s implications settling down onto his skin, on his lips, his tongue, down his throat and finally, pulls into a tight ball inside his lungs that makes it difficult to breathe.

     The smile, carried high before (the higher you raise your head, the easier your throat gets to be cut) fades when he turns to face The Father, when smugness leaves to make space for submission. Not an instant shift, but quick enough to almost count as such regardless, quick enough to leave no doubt on who was in charge in this conversation; who was in charge overall.

     Oh, but this? He’s been trying so hard, but they make it so difficult on themselves, they have some sinister trapped inside them that needs to be pulled out from under their skin and if nobody else is going to free it so they themselves can be free of it, then it is just his duty to do so himself. Isn’t it his purpose to clean them? To take their sin, their past lives filled with rotten corruption from them? Is such not the calling of the Baptist?

     Words to justify himself, however, fail, as often they do with Joseph, no matter how easily they slip over his tongue at any other opportunity. Like there is a lock on his tongue. (It’s called self preservation.)

           "Of course I do, brother.“

     Pausing.

           "Some of them just make it so hard, but I’m — I’m really trying to regardless.”

     (It is only a lie if you yourself do not believe into the truth, isn’t it?)

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"Its a logical question. Would you rather me call you 'Daddy'?"

     Hᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs sʜᴇ only does this to test him. Just like her mere presence is a test, or rather, a never ending string of such. For his patience, his faith, his control of the situation. He’d say he did pretty well so far — he is trying his best to save her soul from the depths of hell that she lunges herself into, and while it’s hard — like holding someone who’s hanging over a pit and literately tries to not only not help you, but to drag you down into the darkness as well — he’s getting a feeling for how she is working.

     Not necessarily doing anything for the headache that sits right behind his eyes whenever she talks, but they’ll get there. He’ll get her there. A challenge, testing — he won’t shy away. He won’t let the devil win by giving up on her before he hasn’t done everything to have her confess, have her strip the sins from her very body and soul alike, have her reborn.

     Then she says shit like that, and his entire patience is gone, and he wonders if he’ll need an exorcism for this one. (Not a problem, really. He has the means and all the time in the world to get whatever is sitting under her skin out; be it banished, cut, burned or something yet different — they will get the evil out of her, one way or another.)

           " — you’ll have to land here to do so, little bird.“

     And if everything fails, he can still break her fragile little neck, as you would with any other sick animal.

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"If I joined the family would I have to call Joseph 'Daddy'?"

         — Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ.

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donewithhope:

        It didn’t work though in all honesty she wasn’t expecting it to. He was too ingrained in his beliefs for a simple switch to suddenly make a difference in something he’d held onto for years. There’s a silence that hangs between them as his question goes unanswered for a bit. 

        He’s…not a good person, not in the slightest. Not like the man she’d already pledged herself too. But still, there was some hesitation, some belief that she had to take a chance first. If she didn’t at least try to get him better before turning him in, she’d never forgive herself.

     Somewhere deep down there had to have been a part of him that was good. He’d said he had been when he was a child, that the abuse was what led him to where he was now. So it only stood that perhaps he could be redeemed even if a little bit. 

            “I dunno, seems like it’s their choice. You can’t force someone to accept it right? Makes your paradise mighty full anyway. But it’s fine, I get it. I thought you wanted me there but if not so be it. Enjoy your paradise alone then.”

     Tʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs: the silence isn't a bad thing. The longer she takes to think, the longer she stays in the line, and that makes it so, so much easier to track the signal down. One would think someone trained to catch people would consider these things, but no! No, the deputy never fails to astonish him with her ignorance. Maybe she wants to be caught. Maybe some part buried deep within her longs for peace, understands what needs to be done, and it is just a stupid pride that keeps her from giving in.

     Even if her words, once they finally come, make her look more like a stubborn child. Really? That's insulting his intelligence, but he'll indulge her for now — it won't be long until they get to her, anyway, and such talks are much more effective in person. There's just so many more way to convince them of their wrong ways. To make her see that he is only trying to help her.

           "Please, Deputy."

     His voice is soft, even though it's hard to strain anger from it. Impatience. The radio filters it, but probably not for long if she keeps on being so utterly wrong.

           "There's no need to be difficult. I'm just trying to make you see the error of your ways — I'm only trying to help. You don't need to make this harder on both of us."

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"Lust is a sin you know so you should probably stop drooling when you stare at my ass."

      Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs sʜᴇ think he is, one of his brother’s dogs? He’s not — 

      He can just appreciate the finer things in life, don’t blame him for having taste. 

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donewithhope:

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It’s beena while since they last talked, the silence unnerving her and making her paranoid. At least if they kept up a steady stream of communication there was a chance she could get something out of him. So she decided to break the silence first. 

 ( She’d been breaking the silence first a LOT lately )

       “Say I join you? I give in or whatever the hell…then what? What do I get? You gonna stop flaying people if I say yes?”

    Sʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀs, ʙᴜᴛ her offer is kept to limitations, to conditions. It's not true, not within her heart, and how can he save someone who doesn't want to be saved? How can he bring peace to her soul, if she does not want it, if she is only plotting, if she is already contemplating on how to ruin everything even further —

           "Deputy."

     The anger sits right under his tongue, and one wrong word is all it takes to have it flare up.

           "As much as I appreciate your honesty — we cannot take the opportunity to confess, to clear themselves from their sins from others, now can we? It is rather selfish of you to ask to lock them out for a chance of reaching forgiveness, don’t you agree?"

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He's just gonna hand the dog to her. Literally; just puts the animal right into her arms. It likes her better, anyway — to nobody's surprise, really, dogs are a great judge of character.

Before I can explain to you why Faith Seed was found unconscious, face down in the Henbane River this afternoon, you’ll need to know a few things.

The First Thing you’ll need to know is that before Faith Seed was found among the unwashed masses, she was an avid fan of both narcotics and hallucinogenics, man made and naturally occurring, respectively. She’d experimented with highs and lows the human body and mind scarely approach naturally. Ever rarely still approaching such heights and depths in such a small time frame.

FOUR YEARS is quite a short time to be as high as she was before she fell… 

I tell you this as a cautionary tale, but also to inform- or rather, remind you, that Faith had known pleasures and vices unspeakable and still lived to tell the tale.

The Next Thing you’ll need to know is that Faith Seed, though blessed with the honor of being Joseph’s Herald, and delighted to do so where once she felt her soul was being strangled, is often fondly reminiscent of Mortal Sin.

VANITY chiefest among them. She misses Social Media.

There was nothing more comforting in the depths of a K-Hole than a scroll through blogs with ratings for pets she’d never own, or flipping through cooking tutorials for meals and delicacies she’d never eat. Her brothers have provided her with so much, and though she thought her heart FULL… her eyes still linger on digital screens before they fall to the wayside in The Bliss.

She is- or rather, she was remiss to tell John, the Digital Expert, about her feelings. Fearing a crooked demarcation of LUST across her arm.

The Last Thing you’ll need to know is that The Bliss, ever-changing and uniquely experienced as it is, is still rooted very deeply in psychedelic territory. What this means, for those yet to experience a psychedelic, is that the internal machinations of the mind determine the ‘course’ and ‘trajectory’ of the trip once imbibed. Happy thoughts become happier. Sad thoughts become sadder. 

Faith has been in a perpetual trip of varying intensity for some time now, held afloat by the holy spirit, her own strengthening mental fortitude and the love and support of her brothers behind her. Her emotional range, though expanded, is often tempered by what she allows herself to experience. Perfectly curated so as to keep her heart warm and open, her arms wide and beckoning for those who seek paradise~

Faith was not expecting to see John today. Not as deep as she was into The Bliss, she didn’t expect to see anyone but her Angels, her God and her little friends…

So when John approached, seemingly from out of The Bliss itself, uncermoniously carrying a yipping, licking, adorable, beautiful golden winged pupper toward her arms, its safe to say she wasn’t expecting it and had not prepared for it. 

  It all happened so fast. It all happened SO fast, she doesn’t know when she got out of her seat, or when she started rolling down a soft hill with a dog bouncing around her, barking and licking at her as she tumbled. Admittedly, she does remember the faint cries of ‘FAITH, COME BACK!’ being yelled at her from THE BAPTIST, but she also very clearly remembers the dog pressing his cold nose to her own, and her heart stopping at the sensation… 

  Oh yes. Oh yes, that was it, wasn’t it? Her heart stopped. It’d been some time since her cardiac troubles, she was of the mistaken belief that it was simply euphoria. A drug-like state of adorable-induced arrhythmia that she’d be able to breathe her way through, like all the others, but alas?

She washed up in Holland Valley, dragged out of the water by a very upset Baptist in a very moist Prada Vest. Her face locked in an expression of sheer delight, her littlest angel nipping quietly at her cheeks to try and rouse her from her blissful slumber. 

When she awoke, at the Seed Ranch, swaddled in a blanket and far removed from her dog friend, she found a box in her lap, and a bottle of water at her side. The Water was locally sourced, and laced with restorative herbs. A remedy she was familiar with, something she’d shared with her Brothers.

In the box, you ask? A fully charged iPhone, a dog’s leash, and a small note. 

The note read as such:

The phone has been specially modified. It can only receive signals, it can not send them out. You can browse, but you can’t post. The leash is for pre-approved walks. And perhaps imbibe less of your Bliss, dear sister. Save some for the masses.

 - John.

She smiles. Something soft and weary. Her heart has had much excitement for the day, and she does hope she didn’t give him TOO big of a fright. It’ll be several minutes before she’s enough constitution to rise from her seat and endeavor to find a way back home. It’ll be ten minutes after that that she decides to avert North to visit her other Brother. 

LUST. Though asexually motivated, still drove her… even after nearing death. She’d DUGS to give love to, and she would not be denied any longer.