#ancientwonder

[dingssims]

The sun dips below the horizon casting golden light on Machu Picchu, an ancient wonder.

Sunset across Machu Picchu, Peru

[straythunder]

❛ i do not tolerate a world emptied of you. i have tried. ❜ (for blake from ilia)

DEATHLESS.

there are many forms ‘i’m sorry’ can take when words themselves fail to carry the weight of a guilty heart. one, a head bowed as eyes focus anywhere except tanned skin, warm eyes. two, her hands wringing together as she waits for when regret becomes a window that can show ilia her heart without saying a word. waiting. wary.

“ilia i, i —” how can she apologize when the sound of a bullet dodged still rings in her ears late at night? when each breath since that day has only come easier? she can’t. there’s guilt, and then there’s remorse. 

“you don’t have to anymore.” blake tries to form the words into a promise but so little seems certain in the wake of the fires. of the night he was the one that fled first. she can’t. this is no time for promises, but it is time for hope — one thing she’s learned how to hold in abundance since she threw her fate off a moving train.

three, her hands take ilia’s. if she presses their palms together hard enough the line that splits their palms align and it’s the only promise that she can manage. the only apology she can press into skin that matters. “i’m here. we’re here. i won’t run again.”

[straythunder]

❛ it’s possible you chose an unfortunate poem to recite, my love. ❜ (for blake from adam)

DEATHLESS.

“a curse is on her, if she stay — ” she’s imagining a boat drifting far, far away and the chance to lay down. to breathe a quiet rest at last. she’s imagining what he would look like if he stopped breathing. “ — her weaving.”

“but the interesting thing about the way the line splits. she’s cursed if she stays, but she’s cursed if she stops what she’s doing. so what do you think she does?” blake ignores the way he says ‘my love’ and instead continues her questions. her voice is tempered steel — him, the fire she had passed through to stand unbent before him now. she’s thinking of a boat untied from a dock, a train unhinged from it’s cars. she’s thinking about the courage it takes to rather die than remain.

“she leaves, because as it continues to say, she’s half-sick of shadows. she kept looking down at all the lives better than hers in the tower and she left.” the book is closed and blake rises  ( almost steps toward him before she remembers the shadows that cling to his every bone. remembers the courage it takes to turn her back )  “it’s not an unfortunate poem, adam. it’s my favorite.”

[thunderroared]

what i do is not up to you. (for roman from cinder)

He scoffs at her, not bothering to hide the roll of his eyes. “Just do me a favor and let me know when you’re gonna pull something like that, yeah? It’s not easy keepin’ up with a woman of your... caliber.”

[malodorous-euphoria]

Milford Sound was incredible. Hair knotted by the wind, we stood under waterfalls, saw some fur seals and a pod of dolphins. #ancientwonder #unesco #unescoworldheritage #worldheritage #fiordlandnationalpark #milfordsound #cloud #mist #rain #weather #newzealand

[mikevenseldiary]

The great #Sphinx at the #GizaPlateau in #Egypt #traveldiaries #ancientwonder (at The Sphinx and Giza Pyramids)

[thunderroared]

this is a terrible idea. (for nora from jaune)

wonder woman prompts

Nora snickered noisily. “Oh come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud.” She started to tip toe down the hall to Ren’s room and despite her best efforts at being quiet, she’s never exactly been known for her subtlety. Psssh, who needs stealth, right? “Besides–” Nora waved the can of whipped cream in Jaune’s face as she grinned ear to ear, “This is going to be hilarious.”

[thunderroared]

‘ go on, cry. ’ (for sun from adam)

soft angst starters

“Let. Her. Go.” Sun ground his teeth, hands wound tight around his staff. He didn’t dare move. Didn’t even dare to blink if he didn’t have to. All he saw was red, and Sun feared that if he took his eyes off it for even a moment, there would only be more of it.

Red hair slicked back around black horns. Not even a splash of blood on his clothes, but Adam Taurus still adorned himself in it’s color like a badge of honor. A red sword, glinting in the low light, pressed against Blake’s neck. Blake, disarmed, furious energy etched into her face, and a thin line of deep red across her throat. Not too deep to be serious, but just dangerous enough that if she didn’t get away from Adam now it’d be too late to help.

Blake started to struggle. “Let me–”

“Quiet, darling.” Adam tightened his grip on her arm, pulling it behind her with a twist. “Nobody’s speaking to you.” His eyes are hidden behind that soulless mask, but a grinning flash of teeth told Sun all he needed to know. He’s enjoying this.

Sun snaps, “Don’t talk to her like that, creep!”Eyes flick from Blake to Adam, sword at her throat, gun on the floor, no one else around, shit, shit, SHIT. His hard gaze grows frantic, then soft, trying to think of any way to stall. “Just– just don’t hurt her.”