#apocylips

[motherstyle-a]

❛                  –––       why      don’t      i       help      you     to     your     room    ?       get    to    bed   .       no    telling    what    kinds    of    undesirables    you’re    going    to    run    into    out    in    the    halls   .                 ❜

@apocylips    ,      starter    call   .

[c0kehead-arch]

ilu forever b and everybody overreacting abt point a or point b or skewing your words just bc they wanna pick a fight can Go The Fuck Home

|| dale gribble vc: it’s my yard

[motherstyle-a]

' you're too good to me. '

as       is      artist     to     canvas    ,        after    masterful    brush     strokes        &       effortlessly    spread    pigments   ,         he    is    almost    finished    .      oval    mirror     is    passed    ,       allowing     for    the    inspection    of    her    work         –––        but    she    knows    michael   ,       understands     the     look     he    is    going    for    ,       knows    he   will    approve   .       red     flutters     in    his    eyes     as    he    looks    from    his    reflection    to    her   ,      as    words    leave    his    lips   ,       just    a    touch    of    shadow   .         it    makes   her    smile    ,      what    he    says          :       an    expression     created    of    both    pride       &      endearment    .               ❛               –––      i    take    it    you    like    it   ,      then   ?               ❜               mouth    a    rose   -   halo    upturned   ,       ringed     fingers     resting    lightly    on    cocked    hip    ,        gaze     cast     to    the    boy    on    the    stool    before    her    .       regarded     fondly    ,       inquiry    teasing    .      but    there    remains    one    last    thing   ,      one     finishing     touch     that     she    asks    seriously    ,       a    carefully    picked    tube    rolled    in    grip     held    up    in    indication   .               ❛              what    do    you    think       –––       lipstick   ,      no    lipstick    ?             ❜

[vmprwtch]

' how lovely, ' bls alec,, play piano for him

                                     inbox cleaning  //not accepting *!

         somewhere in the back of his mind, the other’s praise sends a thrill of pride through him like bolt of the most delightful electricity. a rare smile spreads softly over his lips for the beat of a heart before it is replaced with the look of concentration that fogs his eyes each time he plays. his fingers are a pale blur over the ivory keys. they move so skillfully, their delicate touch sending the lilting melody rattling about the room with vibrance and energy unmatched. the notes soften and smash and flow through the peaks and valleys of his composition. as the final notes begin to swell and fill the room with their thrumming, his chin lifts to cast his gaze on the other boy. pride stroked, he allows a more genuine grin to curl plump lips, a sparkle in his eyes between thick dark lashes.  ‘ i call it salvezza nella dannazione - the salvation in damnation. im pleased you liked it. its for you after all. ’

[snowinabottlearchived]

' will you show me? '

    HEART WAS BEATING FAST AS BLONDE MAN STARED AT HER, piercing eyes demanding what she wasn’t able to give. or shouldn’t. over all these years, secret had been kept like a forbidden fruit ( not to be told, not to be shown ANYONE ) and yet he stood here. in front of a girl who desperately wished to be like anyone else, as ORDINARY as she should have been born twenty years ago. on the doorstep of becoming an adult, of throwing herself into the abyss that was called life —  with no clue what really lingered out there in the darkness. lips pressed together, gaze wandering astray to at least pretend that she would be able to resist. amelia had made a promise to her family, to everyone who tried to protect her since it first occurred. SHE OWED THEM TO BE CAREFUL, to never trust a person but them. this could be her end !fawn irides daring to look up, breath held for a few seconds. amelias fingers tingled, itched like what slept inside her veins yearned to break through, show itself in front of the other. tips slowly freezing, nervousness increased with every second wasted.  ❛  —— do you promise me not to see me as A MONSTER ? ❜ , almost silent voice asked before little snow crystals emerged on the palms of womans hands. others would not understand, would be afraid of what was happening in this very moment. BUT NOT HIM. offered with a small gesture, glistening snow presented itself as a dangerous wonder. THIS WAS HER, her true self without any lies or tricks. the question was, if that would ever be enough.

☆ ── POETRY STARTERS / ACCEPTING

[riversent-a]

                            thumb teases the silver encircling ring finger, he twists the simple metal band, feeling it against the pad of his finger. he’s made himself comfortable in the younger man’s home, finds comfort in the dark, always has really. movement catches his ear, and he brings his attention to the front door before the room is flooded in light. the wolf winces, a small show of his discomfort. “— michael langdon... no.” he holds up a finger, a way to say wait ! only a moment i need to correct myself ! if only because words feel false, heavy on his tongue. he grins. the look of a man with a secret clinched between this teeth. he stands slowly, not awkwardly, or stiffly. simply, slowly, lazily. he moves like a man who has all the time in the world, funny for a man who knows what little time the world has now. “— harmon ? isn’t it ?” ring clad had sways in the air dismissively. “doesn’t... doesn’t matter really. little details rarely do.” a lie, small details are the most important. little things, names, favorite foods, favorite scents, books, organization, disorganization. they all sit intertwined in your soul, little things create the bigger picture. even the finest detail misplaced and you’ll just, unravel. “you’ll have to forgive my rather... rude intrusion.” he has to pull his attention back to the creature before him. he’s turned to all charm, words purred from his lips with more than a little amusement. not sorry at all. “— but the door was, uh... open.” a little magic trick he’d picked up some time ago, not important now. barely important then.

@apocylips

[meddlingheels]

      ❝  I NEVER TOOK YOU FOR A PARTYGOER ...  ❞   or someone that genuinely enjoyed social interactions at all !!   of course ,  a part of daphne thought she might have been  too hard  on michael since they first met  ---  it wasn’t his fault that the redhead felt so uneasy whenever he was around ,  or that he  reminded her  so much of the  countless  boys who turned out to be nothing but good - looking creeps .  a pretty face could bring much more trouble than an  ugly mask !!   perhaps it wasn’t any of those reasons ,  but just the way he seemed to know more about the sleuth than she did herself  ( which daphne certainly didn’t like ) .  still ,  none of that was enough to keep her from wearing her best smile .  ❝  anyway ,  happy halloween !!  that’s a really  groovy  costume ,  did you make it yourself ??  ❞   ♔  @apocylips