AUGUSTUS.

[jxyxus]

                              “For you. You run the place. Not for me, the tiny little no one                     who gets pushed, punched and threatened which bodily harm or worse.                               So the moment you can tell me that I am in no danger behind                            that wall is the minute I’ll go back in it. I fear the grounders less.”

[sylvane]

                       ❛ -- DON’T do this. you saw what the                             grounders did to jasper. nobody’s                            gonna SKEWER you and leave you                            to DIE on a tree.  ❜

  DESPERATION seeps into   his voice, in the look that    gleams in is eyes. 

                       ❛ come back inside, and you can give                            them something to be AFRAID of.  ❜

[incharge-deactivated20150607]

that was something she could definitely recognize. but you can’t PROTECT other people if you’re on the verge of passing  out due to a LACK of sleep.

                    ❛ —– i know. but you have to                             try. we need you fully AWAKE. ❜

[sylvane]

  the expression he wears is HAGGARD;   dark circles encompass his eyes, fatigue   taking as much of a TOLL on him as any-   thing else.

                    ❛ i’ll SLEEP when our friends are                         SAFE-- not now. but as long as                         they’re in there, i don’t plan on                          wasting ANY time.  ❜

[arthuil-deactivated20150813]

                                        ❝ G R A C E is one of the many ATTRIBUTES we                                                                                             do not SHARE. ❞

                    Pale features were familiarly EXPRESSIONLESS, d i s p l a y i n g           close  to  NO INTEREST towards the ranger             although,  Thranduil           U N D E N I A B L Y agreed with his STATEMENT.

[sylvane]

                        ❛ and how much FURTHER do you think                             GRACE is gonna get you? this is WAR;                            lives will be lost. the sooner you admit                            that, the BETTER.  ❜ 

  the elf’s INDIFFERENCE only FUELS   bellamy’s FERVOR & concealed disgust--   if retreating meant retaining his acclaimed   GRACE-- then it was COWARDICE, bellamy   believed, that tainted the KING. 

                     ❛  retreating ISN’T an option. not anymore.  ❜

[sylvane]

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rest easy, fearless warrior  you can sleep easy, you can finally calm your bones

[skailegend]

   immediately, Clarke felt her head begin to shake, denying      the apology being sent her way because it was not needed.      Bellamy had absolutely no way of telling the future or being      able to prepare for what had happened, and neither had she.      nobody was to blame for this but the Grounder who had       shot the poisonous arrow in the first place – this was not      Bellamy’s fault and not something she would allow him to      try and apologize for. the hand that was tightly holding his      own gave a reassuring squeeze as she forced her smile up      upon her lips just a little bit  m o r e , head still shaking before      she shrugged her shoulders, a sudden overwhelming rush      of emotions hitting her like a WAVE – an onslaught of things      like relief, exhaustion, fear, anger – all came over her at once      and Clarke wasn’t sure which one to place her full attention      on first. instead of battling with a storm of emotional distress      though, she chose to push them aside and finally  s p e a k .

          ❝ Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault. ❞

     there was more to that apology though, Clarke was very      aware – leave it to Bellamy to immediately think of the      downfall rather than the strides, but then again, he wasn’t      aware of anything that happened after he had fallen either.       letting out a heavy sigh, the blonde shifts just the slightest      in the chair, ignoring the discomfort and letting the smile      on her face fade away just the slightest bit.

                ❝ We only lost a few… but other than that,                    everyone is okay. The Grounders relented.                    We’re all just cleaning up and waiting for                    you to get better, now. ❞

[sylvane]

  just as CONSCIOUSNESS had trickled in & awoken   him, PAIN begins to seep in, radiating across the en-   tirety of his body in AGONIZING waves, waves that   are met with grit teeth & clenched fists; he can handle   this. he doesn’t want to be a BIGGER burden than he’s   already made himself out to be with his mistake out on   the battlefield. 

  the hand she encompasses gives a SLIGHT squeeze   in return as more STRENGTH fills him & attempts at    rolling over & sitting up, though futile, are made --   anything to make him feel less USELESS. with such    a BURST of energy comes more WORDS, enabling   him to speak more than he had just previously. 

                ❛ i’m FINE -- a little sore, but still HERE.  ❜

     ( a LITTLE was an understatement. ) 

  it’s more than a a RELIEF to hear that his people   are all alright. 

                ❛ what about YOU, clarke? how are you                     holding up?  ❜

[underbellamy-deactivated2023100]

what makes a monster, and whats make a man?

[alyciadebnamcareydasdasd-deacti]

[damnbrace-archive-blog]

❝ Bellamy face it— NO ONE is coming.❞

             Her weapon stays lowered,              they had been sitting there              for M U C H to long. Raven               knew Bellamy was  o n l y               trying to  p r o t e c t  their               people but t h i s had gone              on too long. 

[sylvane]

  the muzzle of his gun WAVERS   just slightly, lowering toward the   ground by a few mere degrees.   but his TRIGGER finger remains   poised & READY, prepared.     

                      ❛ if you need a break-- TAKE ONE. it’s                           been a long day, i get that. but lincoln                           WARNED us they were coming. until                           they do, i’m staying right here.  ❜

[southronbeauty-blog]

A look of absolute shock plasters over her gentle features, his words fueling her with   o  u  t  r  a  g  e. How he could  allow himself to say such    terrible    things was shocking.  

               “ YOU would let innocent people die because                  you    want     the ground for YOURSELF! ”

Emerald hues cast a piercing gaze in his direction. She did not yet know his name but she knew he saw himself as their leader, and these c r i m i n a l s, were sure to   f   o   l   l   o   w  his every command.

                        She stood from her seat, arms crossed over her chest, blonde curls                         bouncing slightly as she shook her head. Her lithe figure illuminated by the                         flickering flames of the campfire. Head held  high  she sauntered  towards                         him. She stopped ONLY an arms length away from him.  He towered above                         her, the top of her head only reaching  the height of his SHOULDERS.

               “ YOU’RE no better than the man that sent us down here. ”

[sylvane]

   there’s some VALIDITY to her words,    but there’s such a GATHERING acc-    umulating now that agreeing with    WHATEVER she said could DETHRONE    him from the role he’s assumed with his    own HARD work. agreeing meant weak-    ness. he WASN’T gonna let that happen. 

          ( they’re NOTHING like the             privileged on the ark. )

                    ❛ the ONLY innocent people are already                         on the ground. OUR ground. i’m not cl-                         aiming it as my OWN. it’s for US, for our                         PEOPLE.  ❜

   her biting CONFRONTATION is met    with PURSED lips & grit teeth, a BOILING    anger rising from within. the mention of     the chancellor HITS just the right WEAK    spots that his response is more defensive. 

                   ❛ at least i don’t EXECUTE people for                        having a second CHILD.  ❜

[unheaven]

         “D’you use that line on everybody or do I look like the kind of idiot who’d fall for it?”       She is a criminal, at least she accepts it. Too many people act like they were wrongfully imprisoned, for her taste. Blonde curls are brushed from her face, Emma looks up at him with a sigh.     “Being what we are suits me just fine. Worked pretty well so far.”

[sylvane]

                     ❛ they LOCKED us up and sent us here                          to DIE because we’re ‘criminals.’ and                          that’s worked pretty well for you so far? ❜

  he’s not going to ACCEPT being   called a CRIMINAL, not anymore.    they were so much BETTER than    that DEROGATORY moniker.  

[valianthuntress-deactivated2015]

                 ❛ i know. ❜

  yeah, she KNOWS, but that doesn’t make it   any less TERRIFYING.  he is one of the few   to whom she will show   her FEELINGS, and   FEAR is a rare one   –   but it’s all she feels   right now. heart still RACING,   she looks at   bellamy and nods – JUST IN CASE.

                ❛ i’ll be back. ❜                          i hope.

[sylvane]

                       ❛ hey -  ❜

  she’s TERRIFIED, he knows that.   ANYONE in their right mind would   feel the same, facing an uncertain   oblivion. that’s why he reaches for-   ward with a COMFORTING touch    upon her shoulder, hoping that it    might get her to turn toward him. 

                     ❛ you GOT this. i get that you’re scared.                           fears are fears; NOTHING i say is  go-                           nna change that. but you can either                           CONTROL them, or let them control                            YOU. use them to your advantage. i                           know you can.  ❜

[skailegend]

   it’s the hand that is suddenly covering up her own that     startles her out of the   d i s t r e s s   she was creating for     herself,      eyes falling to look at it    –  knowing very well     whose it belonged to,     and after a moment    –      after     hearing that word leave Bellamy’s lips,        she finally lifts     her head to look up at him.        as if she needs some sort     of reassurance. needs to see his face.      his eyes;     and     needs to know that he is willing to do this,    as well.     part of her wanted to be difficult     –    wanted to remove     his hand from hers         because she didn’t want Bellamy     to have to live with this burden.            Clarke had enough     weighing on her already;           she had done enough that     if she did  m o r e ,      it would only be affecting her in the     long run. which was the point of it.                  it’s why she     wanted to shake the grasp off of her own,             but she     couldn’t get herself to do it.       it was firm,           and the     look in Bellamy’s eyes told her that            he was    NOT     going to let her make that decision for him,       either.     no matter what she chose     –      people would get hurt.     nobody was making it out of this mountain the    s a m e . 

     her head drops down to look back at the lever        before      she’s finally breathing in   slowly         and forcing her arm      to pull it down,          the weight of Bellamy’s hand atop of      her own the   o n l y   thing grounding her the moment the      lever finally hits the bottom and STOPS.

[sylvane]

    he DOESN’T think about it; he DOESN’T raise     his eyes to the flickering screens -- he KNOWS     what happens next, as the lever, guided by two     hands that would soon know the invisible BLOOD      that would STAIN them like a SCAR that never      REALLY fades, lowers further & further until its     track CEASES abruptly. although he avoids gazing     upon the unfolding chaos, the GRUELING image     is still SOMEHOW burned into his memory like a    BRAND. although the security cameras have no    audio capturing components, he can still hear their    SCREAMS. 

            and then i’ll KILL everyone             in this mountain. ( was that              really their only option? ) 

    the screams fade out, one by one, as their sources      draw their final breaths. and though DOUBT enco-     mpasses his thoughts, it’s the REALIZATION that     it was their choice, HIS choice, that brought them     to this morose outcome -- THEY had to deal with     the consequences. 

    THAT’S what gets him moving immediately after.      DWELLING wasn’t an option. 

[sylvane]

                                               you can’t d w e l l on it                                          you can’t DWELL on ( ᴀɴʏ ) of it 

[spacebuilt-a1-deactivated201708]

          what she wants to say, is that for the past year she’s been            blaming herself for their mothers death, but all the while it            should have been HIM. he had taken her out of the room, he            had taken her to that dance; he had never shown her the way            home.            for a moment, she can’t bring herself to look at him, but the           words he had spoken to her that night, those horrible, piercings           words; ‘MY LIFE ENDED THE DAY YOU WERE BORN’ they’d           stuck with her all this time. she peeks at him, from underneath           wet lashes, teeth sinking into her lower lip to stop it quaking.                      “ yeah, you should’ve. mom died because i didn’t                       know how to get home, bell. because i left the room. “

[sylvane]

    EVERYTHING he had said & done -- it      was a mistake he could NEVER forgive      himself. it was BECAUSE of him that o     ever had to BE here in the first place;      like atlas, the WEIGHT of her world     rested on his shoulders. & the one time     he disregarded its fragility, their mother     was FLOATED & octavia was TAKEN      away. HIS RESPONSIBILITY. 

    there’s a certain SORROW in the touch     he extends to her shoulder, as though      asking for FORGIVENESS -- something      he could NEVER put words to.

                   ❛ this ISN’T on you, o. if you’re looking for                         someone to blame-- blame ME. but it’s                        NOT your fault. i didn’t ASK for it to ha-                        ppen, but it DID. let ME carry the con-                        sequence.  ❜

[pugpicker-deactivated20190417]

           “Oh, yeah. ’Cuz she likes me so much.” 

a snort. eggsy moves out of the way so that the next person wanting to be  freed from the ark can get  their wish granted. he still  stays close  to  bellamy,  however,  given that  their conversation isn’t yet over. at least not on eggsy’s end. 

                            “It really matter if she keeps it on?                              I mean, if everybody else takes theirs off–                             Job’s still done, you get me?” 

[sylvane]

                    ❛  she’s the DAUGHTER of one of the most                          IMPORTANT people on the ark-- as long                          as they know she’s ALIVE? they’re going                           to RECLAIM the princess one way or an-                          other. as far as i’m concerned, i’d rather                           NOT take that risk. you get me?  ❜

  he retorts back with the STERNNESS of   a DESPERATE man, twisting the other’s   words to be used AGAINST him. his in-   tent isn’t   malicious   --   it’s   all   about   SELF                           PRESERVATION.

[chemoisms-archive-blog]

          ❛ just because i  gr-grew up in a family with  expensive t-tastes              d-doesn’t mean i know anything about cars. i know absolutely              n-nothing about cars. s-sorry. ❜

[sylvane]

                      ❛ -- it’s never too late to LEARN. if                           we’re gonna be stuck here all day,                            we might as well try SOMETHING.                           we’re not going ANYWHERE until                            we FIX this.  ❜

[rdxwson-archived-blog]

♥ – The once ‘privileged’ redhead moved her gaze to the         waters once more, fingertips grazing into the calming         surface and rippling with every movement. Fiery coils         slid from her shoulder to in front of her, tips inches from          dipping into the lake. This was one of the times she          actually looked like a princess from a storybook, lazily         yet adoringly lost in something so simple, yet so lovely.         Needless to say, there was quite a lack of bodies of         water on the Ark. Even for people like her. She didn’t         mind being called stupid for enjoying what was there,          all around them, the giant garden of Eden that was          there for them to survive & pick as pleased, & suffer         the consequences when chances are risked. And she         was one of them who dared to risk it. After all, why not?         Her smile returned as soon as he spoke again, starting         out almost as a coy smirk with a nod.               “ – I don’t necessarily plan on being killed either.”          Her smile was soft at the second part. Almost as if          she took pride in her own little world she’d found in          this wide new world they had all been sent to.                 “ – … I think so too. I couldn’t find anywhere                       nearly as nice as this. It’s even quiet, do                      notice that?”

[sylvane]

    just for a moment, all he can hear is the      DISTANT rippling of moving water from     the lake’s drainage stream and the soft     sighs & MOANS of wind caressing the      tired bows of trees -- the oasis wasn’t     quiet, it was ANYTHING but. it was      ALIVE, enlivened with the sounds of      WILDERNESS. it just lacked the human     touch of VOICES... when he speaks, it     feels as though he’s tainting some ethereal     PRESENCE. 

                       ❛ good. that means we’re on                              the same PAGE. ❜

    he kneels down beside her at the water’s     undulating edge with EASE, watching her     pale fingertips dance across its surface. 

                     ❛ you did GOOD here, rose.                           this can be our HOME now.  ❜