Save Me If I Become My Demons

Teacher | Counselor

[shadowsblake]

@brennancorrigan

It was nerve racking, finally going to Brennan. But he knew the other had been looking for him and for an entire week, Blake had dodged him. It wasn’t something he liked doing. and it definitely wasn’t familiar to him. He had never gone that long without Brennan. Well, not in years anyway.

But he needed time to process the idea of having feelings beyond friendship for his old friend. He didn’t want to acknowledge it as anything that could be true, After all Brennan was the only thing like family he had. He was the only person he truly cared about and the only person who cared about him. Which also made it messed up that he had been avoiding him.

The idea of any possible and probably unreturned feelings for Brennan... It was too much to handle. Add that to the guilt he felt of his last freak out as Devour, to the fact that he could have killed students and teachers, to the fact that Brennan had to save him from himself. And it was just way too much to even start processing. it had taken him a week to even begin with it, to be able to function again, to be able to face the person who mattered most again.

He stopped at the door, the door of his old room and Brennan’s current room and hesitated before knocking. “Brennan?” he asked. “It’s me.”

[shadowsblake]

the-incredible-nightcrawler:

Kurt stealthily swung onto the roof careful not to drop any of the pizza he’d ordered. It still made him smile thinking of how confused the driver was when he set the pizza down on the doorstep, looked away and found it replaced with the money to pay for it in an instant. His mouth watered as he got a particularly strong whiff of the beautiful masterpiece in the box he currently cradled. 

He made his way to his favorite spot on the roof farthest from the city lights and was surprised to find someone already sitting there. Even more surprising was the words this person was saying. Leave the mansion? Resignation? Kurt got closer and sat down next to who he now saw was Professor Stygian. He smiled at him and opened the box. “You could do that. Or, you could sit with me and help me eat this delicious pizza? If you still want to go I won’t stop you but, sometimes having a bite to eat makes you see things a little bit differently. And at the very least you won’t leave on an empty stomach.” He wiggled the box tempting the man to accept it, smiling hopefully.

Blake couldn't help but smile at Kurt. "Alright," he said finally. He took a piece but struggled to actually bring himself to take a bite. His stomach had been writhing ever since the battle. “How are you Kurt?” he finally asked, glancing at the student. “How have things been?”

[shadowsblake]

iamxlegion:

David had finally finished yet another day of testing with Dr. McCoy. He felt exhausted, but he knew going back to his room and trying to sleep would be useless. So he decides instead to take a walk around the school. It’s only after several of the younger students shy away from him that David decides that maybe it’s better off to go some place quiet to be alone. 

He doesn’t have a specific destination in mind; instead he finds himself walking around. While he’s walking, David attempts to quiet his brain by using the technique Melanie had shown him back in Summerland. It takes a while, but eventually David manages to quiet his mind. It only lasts until he reaches the roof of the building.

Thoughts that don’t belong to him bounce around in his brain; ones he knows he shouldn’t be hearing, but he still hasn’t figured out how to tune people out and give them their privacy. Part of David tells him to leave. He knows full well he doesn’t know how to handle this sort of thing but there is another part of him; the one that wins, that’s telling him he knows exactly what the man is going through.

David pushes the door to the roof open and takes a few steps forward, only stopping when he hears the other speak aloud. “I wasn’t going to-…I’m not-…I’m probably the one who should leave before anyone,” he tells him. “If I hadn’t-…If I knew how to-…You probably wouldn’t of had to bring that side of you out,” he adds, forgetting that he hadn’t said anything about Devour aloud.

Blake lifts his head to look at him. "It's not like this is the first time. This is me. My mutation. I'm dark. And maybe I shouldn't be here. It isn’t your fault David." The idea that David might be adding Blake’s freak out to the guilt he felt made Blake feel significantly worse. David didn’t cause that. Devour is a part of him, a part he tried to hide, tried to deny. It's becoming more and more obvious though, something he has to deal with.

He hesitates before looking at David. “How did you kno-” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Right. Telepath. Momentarily spaced, sorry. But no, David, this isn’t on you. It’s on me.”

[dailypleaselikeme]

Shit is getting real, you know?

[shadowsblake]

 It had been three days since the attack. Three days since Devour had taken over. Since he had lost control. Three days since he had almost tortured and murdered one of theirs. He remembered everything, because as much as he hated to admit it... It was him, Devour was him, competely, just with no conscience, no real emotions.. Save for Brennan.

Fuck, Brennan. It wasn’t until that battle, until he realized what eh would do for him in either form that it occured to him. That maybe, just maybe, his feelings for Brennan went beyond friendship.  But no, Brennan was all he had. He didn’t want to mess this up. He didn’t want to mess this up, couldn’t mess this up.

But it went past that. He’d done bad things in battle before. But torturing someone on their side? He hated it, and he honestly didn’t know how to go from here, how to look people in the face. Surely they’d know. How could they not?

That was why he hadn’t been around anyone. He didn’t want to be around anyone. He couldn’t handle seeing anyone’s looks of disgust or anger.

So here he was on the roof, determined to stay alone, to not face anyone. But then he heard someone behind hima nd felt his gut clench. He glaced over his shoulder before looking away and saying, “Look, you don’t need to say it. I know. I think I’m going to hand in my resignation. Go somewhere new.”

[shadowsblake]

Blake Stygian Moodboard 1/? - Brennan Corrigan @brennancorrigan

“There is no ours. Ours is you and me, Brennan. that’s all there is.”

[shadowsblake]

Gryffindor: *does something impressive*

Slytherin: Not bad for someone with no talent.

Gryffindor: *smiles* Was that a compliment I just heard?

Slytherin: *scoffs* Closest you'll ever get to hearing one from me.

Gryffindor: *smiles wider* That's good enough for me!

Gryffindor: (starts chanting) Sly just gave me a compliment! Sly just gave me a compliment!

Slytherin: *rolling eyes while trying to hold back a smile* Don't flatter yourself, asshole.

@brennancorrigan

[shadowsblake]

brennancorrigan:

A smile forms on his lips, “You gonna compliment me every time I do what I’m supposed to be doing?” Brennan asks jokingly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate it, especially in the state he was in. “I did that on purpose. Dramatic effect, y’know?” he adds to his friends last comment. In all honesty, he was too focused watching his friend snap somebodies neck to see someone coming towards him. 

“Well it doesn’t look like it’s going to be ending anytime soon, so I’m sure you will,” Brennan tells him. The front lawn is still crowded with people fighting. Brennan barely reacts as he sees one of their own running towards them. At first he thinks they are just running back to the school, but when they raise their hands and are ready to use their powers on him, his eyes go wide and he’s throwing his hands up in the air to get them to notice he’s on their side - at least for the moment.

Luckily Blake puts up a shield in front of him before they can do any harm. He’s about to turn and thank his friend, but before he can he’s watching as Blake hoists the other mutant in the air. While he’s a bit pissed off the woman came at him and he’d want to get some payback too, he knows what could happen if Blake goes too far and while he’s perfectly okay ruining his own life, he won’t let his friend ruin his. 

Brennan closes the distance between him and Blake, placing a hand on his shoulder as he tries to ignore the screams of the woman in the air.  “Dude cut it out! She’s one of ours. There are plenty of other assholes that we should be fighting,” he yells over the loudness that surrounds them. 

Blake’s eyes were narrowed on her, a sick ssmile pulling at one corner of his mouth. At Brennan’s words, he stopped the shadows, freezing them in the middle of their pull so they still held her in the air waiting to begin again. He slowly turned, his eyes landing on his old friend. “One of ours?” he repeated. “No, she’s not,” he said coldly. His eyes went back to her, flashing dangerously. “There is no ours. Ours is you and me, Brennan. that’s all there is.”

He turned back to his old friend. It was the truth of it though, really. Brennan and Blake. Blake and Brennan. The other boy was all he had ever had, the only family he'd ever known. It was a miracle (every day Blake thought) that he was only a borderline sociopath in battle with how little love he'd known as a child. All there had ever been was abuse. Until Xavier's. Until Brennan.

“You know it too,” he said, his voice dark. “Ours is you and me. The people at thi school? Neither of us care. And they don’t care aout us.” “She just proved that.” He snapped his fingers and the shadows began to pull at her again.

[shadowsblake]

∞ [for Brennan]

Finally getting to this omg @brennancorrigan

Love Will Tear Us Apart- Jo Division

You cry out in your sleep,all my failings exposedAnd there’s a taste in my mouthAs desperation takes hold.

So Cold- Ben Cocks

you can’t hear me crysee my dreams all diefrom where you’re standingon your own

Odd One- Sick Puppiesyou’re never aloneI’m here and I will reflect youBoth of us basically unattached to anything or anyone unless we’re pretending

Nina- Ed Sheeran

Smoking illegal weedGetting high as two kites when we needed to breatheWe’d use each other’s air just for the people to seeAnd stay up all night like when we needed to sleepWe’d go anywhere our minds would take us

Circles- Ludovico Einaudi

We’re burning outWe’re burning downWe’re the ashes on the ground

Start a Riot- Banners

No surrender, no retreatI will tear down every wallJust to keep you warmJust to bring you homeI will burn this city down for a diamond in the dustI will keep you safe and sound when there’s no one left to trustWill you take my hand?We can make our stand

[shadowsblake]

brennancorrigan:

“Thanks for the commentary,” Brennan jokes as he hears Blake’s compliments to his attack on the woman. He’s sure she’ll be up again soon; the attack had been enough to stun her but not enough to kill her and he’s sure when she comes to she’ll be extremely pissed off and want to come at him again - and he’s keeping his eyes glued in her direction. For a brief moment he pulls his eyes away from where she had flown back to and watches as Blake sends a mutant up in the air. He watches as the mutants neck is broken, but is not giving enough time to react as a hard object hits the side of his head. “Jesus-…” he starts to say, just as his body collides with the angry mutant

Brennan is quick to maneuver his hand between the two of them and places it against the side of her chest where her heart is. He wastes no time and sending several electric shocks to her heart, watching with an emotionless look on his face as her body convulses before she falls to the ground. Brennan looks over in Blake’s direction. “I don’t know…felt like I had time to enjoy that,” he replies.

“You can’t do better than my commentary,” he retorts to his friend. But before he can respond again, he sees the woman slam into Brennan and his jaw tightens. That’s pretty much a death wish. No one can touch Brennan, no one. The boy means more to him than Blake ever wants known, but he’d rather die in either form than see harm come to him. In the form of Devour, Blake doesn’t like to admit that he needs or cares about anyone. But he does. Just one person It’s the only person Blake really cares about in any form, no matter what he says other wise.

And that person is Brennan Corrigan.

Blake narrows his eyes, ready to kill the woman in the most horrific way possible. But then he sees her fall and smirks. “Nice shot,” he tells his old friend. “Although I do think you cut it a little close.” A teasing tone rests in his voice. He’s not about to let Brennan have any idea he’d been concerned. He likes to be emotionless, or at least appear that way.

“Perhaps you did,” he tells him with a smirk. “I hope I get some decent enjoyment before this is over.” But he can barely speak before a mutant, one of theirs even, rushes at them. He sees her go to blast Brennan with… something. Blake reacts instantly, shooting a shadow shield in front of his friend, covering him from the fire.

He sees the mutant gape at them as realization hits, and sees her try to cover her tracks. But it’s too late. Fury shoots through him. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he tells them in a grave voice. Shadows grab the mutant, hoisting her into the air and slowly tearing at her limbs. He watches as the old fashioned, shadow made torture device pulls at her, listens to her screams. “You’re right,” he tells Brennan. “I am enjoying this.” But there’s no amusement in his tone because it’s no longer funny. A threat to Brennan is far from funny.

[shadowsblake]

brennancorrigan:

Brennan was so focused on looking ahead of himself that he didn’t even think to look behind him. Luckily Blake had turned around just in time. He watches as his friend jumps forward and jumps out of the way to avoid being in his line of attack. “Jesus-…” Blake’s never hurt him; even when he as giving into the other guy, but he doesn’t want to risk it and he doesn’t want to put his friend in a position to feel any more guilty than he already felt.

Brennan turns around, about to help Blake finish the guy off but he seems to be doing okay on his own. Eyes move to look at his friends face, the sinister expression on it, causing his own lips to twitch up into a slight smile. 

“Thanks,” Brennan replies when Blake finally turns his focus back on him. A small laugh passes his lips, “Let’s do it,” he agrees, and just as he does he notices someone making their way over to where the two of them stood, an angry expression that could only mean she meant to cause harm. Brennan pulls his hand back and launches a bolt of lightning in her direction, hitting the ground just before her feet and sending her flying backwards. 

Blake smirks and nods. “Very good,” he states as he sees the woman fly backwards. “Wonderful.” His eyes fall on a mutant attacking n already injured student and he quickly reaches out, conjuring shadows to grab the enemy and pull him into the air. In a matter of seconds, the shadows broke the mutants neck.

“The problem with battles like this,” he says dryly. “Is that there’s no time to savor the fall of your enemies.” His eyes were alight with mischief as he looked over at the other.

[shadowsblake]

brennancorrigan:

“I get you,” Brennan replies. Except he not sure that he does. Knowing his friend, Blake was probably doing it to protect the school as well as the people within it. Brennan on the other hand was doing it for Blake. He had no other attachments to this place, aside from the fact that it had been his shelter since he was thirteen. 

Our side. Those words never seemed more foreign to Brennan but he still nods his head in response to Blake’s words. “Yeah…I will,” he tells him, except he knows he won’t. He knows what Blake is asking, and well he’d rather die than lose the only person he felt any sort of connection to. 

He’s about to respond, but before he can Blake is walking away and he prefers it that way. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore.  Brennan follows behind his friend, eyes looking out into the distance as he waits for the first chance he gets to attack.

Blake knows Brennan is behind him and he badly wants to look back, but he’s afraid that if he does... He’s not sure what he’s afraid of, maybe that he’ll see his friend’s face and know that he doesn’t mean it when he says he would stop him. Because he knows better.

Something does make him turn though, because the need to make sure Brennan’s still okay is more than he can stand. And he sees someone coming behind Brennan, someone who’s arms are only blades. And then... It happens. His control gives way and his mutation lurches forward, because the threat of losing Brennan is worse than anything else imaginable. It’s the biggest threat to him, the thing that would fastest bring out Devour.

He reaches forward, creating a portal of shadows underneath the mutant and watching with a sick smile as he fell through. “Careful,” he tells Brennan, an almost cocky smirk covering his face. Because he knows Brennan can handle himself. “What do you say we keep score hmm? Make a game of it?” Oh and it was his favorite kind of game.

[spencexhastings]

[yourmuseco]

spencexhastings

Who do you have to become?

[stevenjackie]

[shadowsblake]

@brennancorrigan

[theconjvring]

nicola yoon, everything, everything

[lyriceditsdaily]

hopeless // halsey

[shadowsblake]

stormyororo:

There had been murmurs of David’s condition ever since the carnival and Ororo had not buried her head in the sand. She had seen the difficulty most telepaths had with their powers and David was the strongest in a very long time - perhaps that was why he’d betrayed them. Turning her attention back to her class, she made sure her voice was calm and even before addressing them. It wasn’t that she was scared of the approaching horde. No, what she was worried about was one of her students recklessly getting themselves killed.  

“Stay inside. Only fight if there is no other choice - let us look after them for you.” She looked each and every child in their eyes until they nodded in agreement. Trusting that her students would listen, she began to gather her winds until she was lifted in the air. One sharp push of her hand and wind shot through the closed window, sending glass sprinkling. She would show them what happened when her home was threatened. 

Looking at the charging mutants beneath her feet, like ants all running for the honey, she though with a scowl and raised her hands to the crackling sky. “How dare you attack our home - leave, now!” Uttering her only warning, Ororo showered bolts of lightening towards the approaching line of bodies, a grim look upon her face even as she floated closer to the ground. Calling out to the nearest person, she began to gather the moisture in the air and from her clouds.  “We must move quickly. They will be stunned by the storm for only a moment.”  

The change from Blake to Devour wasn’t one he ever liked making.But now, with the darkness there and flooding through him he didn’t know why. The power with no limitations- who would ever hate that?

Blake made his way easily through the crowds, killing anyone he needed to but sparing those on their side. For no real reason, except that they pose no threat. A voice startled him as much as anything could, and he looked up. “What do you suggest?” His tone was distant, because he and no emotional ties to anyone- not really, anyway.