#aftermath.

[ignobledeath]

     It’s been a while since Rafe had felt the sun on his face like this;  even longer since he could  enjoy  it.  He turns to the warmth,  basks in it,  content.  For the moment.  “...  ––  Samuel,  you’re poisoning my air.”     @fortuneseek.

[ignobledeath]

     The smell of antiseptic lingers a little too heavy this morning.  Rafe hasn’t slept,  barring what few hours the pain medicine afforded him.  Instead,  he listened to the  clicking and whirring  of machines,  the hiss of oxygen from a mask he refused to use  ––  not because he  didn’t  need it,  but because he didn’t  want  to need it.

     Maybe if he didn’t want it bad enough,  his respiratory system would take the  goddamn  hint.

     He struggles to take a satisfying breath.  A spear of pain flashes white - hot,  broken bones shifting and grinding together as his lungs expand.  He cuts it short,  expression pinched in a grimace before dropping into muted  frustration.

     “Samuel.  If you have something to  say,  just say it.”

@fortuneseek.

[c1ndyberman]

she  couldn't  imagine  him  dead.  not  even  in  her  mind's  eye. cindy felt better when she knew he was breathing. which is why the  words  felt so  sharp.  cindy  lowers  her  gaze  to  avoid  his.  it  was  stupid  of  her  to  have  come.  a  part  of  her  knew  that.  knew  that  others  were  probably  right  about  the  way  to  move  on.  it  was  her  that  insisted  on  being  stuck.  and  she  feels  the  familiar  ache  of  what  once  was.  she  didn't  know  why  she  always  wanted  to  put  the  pieces  of  the  broken  parts  of  her  life  back  together.  she  had  tried  it  first  with  her  parents.  and  then  her  image  at  school.  she  just  couldn't  stand  to  look  at  something  broken  if  she  had  a  modicum  of  power  to  fix  it.

a  hollow  laugh  comes  from  her.  "  i'll  have  to  tell  her  you  agree.  "  of  course  cindy  wasn't  going  to  do  anything  of  the  sort,  because  then  she  would  have  to  admit  that  she'd  seen  him.  that  a  part  of  her  soft  bruised  heart  wanted  to  repair  something.  "  you've  always  done  that.  "  she  said  quietly.  "  assume  something  i  would  have  never  thought.  "  she  notices  the  ring  on  her  pointer  finger,  nervously  twisting  it  before  looking  up.  "  i've  never  not  believed  you.  you  think  i  ever  bought  into  how  they  painted  it  in  the  media?  no.  because  i  know  you  micheal.  "  then  after  a  moment.  "  or  knew.  "  she  couldn't  be  quite  sure  which  one  it  was.

cindy  tucked  a  piece  of  hair  behind  her  ear.  she  could  feel  the  tiredness  of  the  day  settle  into  her  shoulders.  too  exhausted  to  hold  the  tenseness.  she  relaxed  a  fraction,  resigned  to  this  being  a  mistake.  “  know  all  too  well  what  being  left  feels  like  that  i  guess  i  just  don't  have  the  heart  to  do  it.  “  it  tasted  bitter  on  her  tongue.  like  a  dig  against  herself  for  the  way  she  let  others  in.  cindy  leaned  back  in  her  chair,  wishing  that  there  was  a  way  she  could  avoid  the  glare  from  the  fluorescents.  it  was  so  bright,  it  made  her  want  to  shrink.  "  we  were  friends  once.  "  she  said  softly.  more  than  friends  but  that  was  then.  she  isn't  sure  he  cared  about  that  anymore.  perhaps  the  ghosts  of  who  they  were  had  but  the  mangled  people  who  sat  here  now  were  far  from  that  image.  "  it's  just  -  are  you  okay  -   in  here  ?  i  thought  if  i  came  i  might  finally  understand  why  - or how -  "  cindy  stopped  herself.  in  all  her  years  in  therapy  it  had  never  fully  gotten  through  to  her.  understanding  did  always  heal  the  wound.  she  shook  her  head  slowly.  "  you  know  what  -  don't  answer  that.  any  of  it.  it's  silly.  "  she  said  with  a  deep  breath.  "  it  was  silly  of  me  to  come.  i  should  have  known  better.  "

@m1chealmyers / continued from here

[xliilith]

where. the streets of rome when. during the lycan / vampire throwdown who. @lycaonx​

The chaos of the wedding had bled into the streets, just as the lycans celebrated the victory of their newest alpha, and not a single aspect of it mattered to Lilith. No, she had much better matters to attend to. Though, as she slinked through the masses otherwise undetected, a particular dog caught her attention. As what wasn’t there appeared, Lilith stepped over what may have been a lifeless form as she drew closer to him, ever intrigued by his anger towards her. “Lycaon, darling, don’t you look quite -- ruthless,” a mild compliment as she stood not far from him now, and the destruction that he had already laid claim to. Oh, this was most certainly going to be interesting.

[arabnewstrends]

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[claimjupiter]

             the aftermath. jupe doesn’t know if the hurt was worse during, when he watched his family being sucked through a tube with no way to save them, ir after everything was said and done, when the guilt began to finally ( finally, finally ) eat him alive. tough call. maybe it’s the mixing of both that causes his stomach pain, his throbbing temples, the fast, deep beating of his heart. they’d saved the world, but that didn’t warrant forgiveness. oj and emerald didn’t look at him like he was a person, anymore, and so the only being in the whole world who was still left to care about him was magnolia. in her apartment, she’s already given him a blanket for his shock, a glass of water for his thrist, and ricky is too aware of how little he deserves these small kindnesses. after everything he’s done ; after everything he’s let happen. he stares at the liquid, gaze unfocused, long past screams echoing in his ears even now. he pulls his hand from his chin outward. thank you. but he still doesn’t touch it.      @desafia​.

[catharsy-archived]

    who knows how long i’ve been working for? while i wake up, i don’t feel the soft mattress that almost feels like home- i feel the splintered hard wood underneath me, and the feeling of drool and dust caked on my face. i get up from the table blearily, to which i see vex, jbeside me, with a small smile on her face. 

❝  ...have i worried you?  ❞ without warning, @unerrant​ neatens the blanket that i now realize is on me, tucking the blanket around my shoulders. ❝  ah. do tell me what time is it- did i miss much?  ❞