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[theodorevics]

[thayerbuckhart]

Thayer Buckhart, 8 Tropes & Examples

Self Made Orphan

"The kitchen knife felt heavy in his hand as he wrapped his fingers around it. Thayer closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took slow steps down the hall, each creak of the floorboards causing him to jump. "Mama?" She was getting the rope and she was gonna grab him and he just stabbed- and then again, and another. Everything just happened so fast and he hardly knew what he was doing, overwhelmed with animalistic fear and hatred and anger.Thayer had no idea whose blood was whose. Just that he was covered in it, just that his mother was laying in a pool of it. Gashes everywhere, on her chest, on her face, on places he didn't care to mention. Horror kept him rooted to the ground, salty tears cutting through the blood staining his cheeks."

Break the Cutie

"At fourteen he had shot up five inches in the past month, it wouldn’t have been a stretch to grow wings and fly away. Barred windows and harsh words kept him trapped within the house. Bruises marked his body. He was skinny and small and scared, but his mother brought them in any way. They had their way, he had absolutely no say. When he didn’t do well he didn’t eat. His skin stretched across his scrawny form, painfully thin, the sharp cuts of his shoulder blades forming those wings he so desperately wanted.

But they had been clipped."

Imaginary Enemy

"Protectively Thayer hugged his arms to his chest and shook his head. His brother could not know. Tell him you little shit, his mother hissed in his ear, I dare you. See what I do then. With a shaky breath he pushed a hand over his face, he can’t cover his ears, she’s not talking to him, she’s not there, it wouldn’t do any good. You liked it, didn’t you. You little fucking pervert. You always were a Mama’s boy."

Sorry I Fell On Your Fist

"More angry, ropey, knotted scars revealed themselves as Mercer pushed Thayer’s sleeves up further. They were deep. Some had dulled into a pale pink, others still angry and new, red, raw, and still stinging. Thayer felt like he was going to vomit- like the room wouldn't stop spinning and he couldn't catch his breath. Thayer shook his head desperately, he had no idea what he’s said- he had no idea how Mercer knew. But he did. All he wanted is to take the words back. All he wanted was to hide his wrists and act like nothing ever happened. His nails pressed into his brother’s back as he held on tighter. “I’m so so-sorry.” An anguished whimper escaped despite his best efforts. "

The Abused Runaway

"Mercer lead Thayer down the front steps, taking the move he couldn't have alone. "The bus station's not that far. We'll walk. I got'a 'nough money for two one way tickets - wherever ya wanna go. S'your choice, kid." For once in their life, the possibilities were endless. They could go anywhere, do anything, be anyone. The mere thought made his head spin."

The Hedonist

"The longer he rifled through his room the dizzier Thayer felt, unable to find his coke. He needed it. Where had he stuffed it away to this time? Finally he found it under his upturned mattress, breathing ragged, shaking hands. He stole a glance at the door, Mercer couldn't know, he was dying for a hit but he couldn't risk it."

Cute Bookworm

“So..” He gave a low whistle, overlooking the bookstore. “This’s the place, huh?” As he reached for the door knob his heart gave an excited flip in his chest. Never in one place had he ever seen so many books in one place."

Amnesiacs Are Innocent

"Who am I?" Finally, he dared a look back at the man in front of him. His.. his brother. Mercer, he said. Mercer loved him, though he couldn’t imagine why. The room was still spinning, even sitting the floor felt uneven beneath his battered body. Not knowing himself, not knowing who he was while this man he had just met did was terrifying. What if he never remembered himself? With a blank expression Thayer stared at his hands, unable to even remember having them or what they looked like."

[thayerbuckhart]

monsters like to hide in the most tender of places, the most wounded fragile places, they hide between our ribs and tuck themselves into our minds, they like gnawing and gnawing and taking up so much space there's hardly any life left, until there's nothing but hate spilling from your head and a hole in your heaving broken chest. They're almost impossible to fight. and then sometimes out of the blue, they're not.

[icarus-writes]

Birdcage as Demigods//Jack Gamson, Son of Ares, The Brutal One.

Though Ares is not an affectionate parent, Jay is certainly a child he's proud of. Of course, he's swift and powerful like all children of Ares. Anger courses through his veins, each bone in his body brutal through and three. But with a willingness to do what must be done and a cold, calculating manner in battle Jackson surpasses his siblings. They may be more violent, they might have more bravado, but he has something else. He gets the job done without letting his emotions get in the way. He has the brains to match his brawn. With a sword in hand he is unstoppable, toppling competitors and then some.

[icarus-writes]

Birdcage as Demigods//Raelynn Harteve & Topher Gentry, Children of Hermes, The Hardheads

With sly upturned faces and sharp tongues and hard heads, Topher and Raelynn clash nearly constantly. Recklessly competitive, the pair have unwittingly driven one another to greatness in archery. If one shoots a perfect bullseye, the other must split their arrow down the middle, matching them perfectly. It isn't unusual for their fierce natures to cause fights that end with one or another taking an arrow to the knee and writhing on the ground, all the while still arguing. Though their upbringings could not have been more different they are siblings through and through. While neither will never admit it, the hellraisers are distinctly alike, deep feeling deep caring obnoxious individuals who often move in tandem. Gifted with finesse, Topher and Raelynn can worm their way out of any situation with their sweet smiles and sharp wits. Highly athletic and intelligent, there is nothing the two can't get done, or stolen, between them.

[icarus-writes]

Birdcage as Demigods//Mercer & Thayer Buckhart, Sons of Apollo, the Loved Ones.

The Buckhart brothers so full of light, when the sun hits them the right way it's overwhelming. The kind of light that not even the cruelty of their earthly mother could crush. Their eyes glow and their skin gleams, though neither of those have anything compared to the cantor and color of their souls. Claimed by Apollo as soon as the pair set foot in Camp Half-Blood, they hold a special place in his heart, for they have suffered enough in their short time on Earth. The sun shines for them and for them alone. Gifted with silver tongues and a special touch, the pair are exceptionally powerful demigods. Just hymn from their lips to their father and they can heal. As children, they found themselves scared of the dark and terror that filled their house, monsters not even Apollo could protect them from. All he could do was put light at their finger tips. Through Photokinesis they manipulate the light around them with ease, often subconsciously  their abilities connected to their emotions and their fears. 

[darlarandall-blog]

Nothing Like the Weather: Winter Winds

There’s something to be said about the quietness of snow, the bareness of the trees, and the desperate wail of winters winds. It’s a time for new beginnings and for promise, that perhaps Spring will bring better things. Winter is the season that most resonates with Darla, a reminder that even destroyed things can be beautiful.

[jaynotjack]

                      Jack Gamson; Incubus, demon.

I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. Imps, the Bogey Man, Vampires. Nothing much more than commonplace demons. Sly and wretched, scheming, always scheming and always wrecking havoc. Incubi feed off the sexual energy of human beings. It is their duty to corrupt souls by seducing them, the more innocent the mark, the bigger the pay off.