#boyancient

[hatilead]

   @boyancient    /     i’m going to need someone to tell me who the adult is in this dynamic because i’m  pretty sure it aint gilderoy . 

[villainshe]

                    ❛  there’s  no  such  thing  as  fate  .  ❜  @boyancient​  /  starter  call

[witchdoctrines]

‘  i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.  ’  /  @boyancient​

                    ‘   I’M SURPRISED DIEGO HASN’T TOLD YOU EVERYTHING ALREADY.   ’   safe back in the time that is not their own but instead holds a funhouse mirror to it, it feels too familiar in the wrong ways. out of habit, she spins the delicate gold band on her finger to avoid having to look at him. this is somehow just as humiliating as it is heartbreaking, and she grapples with loss she has yet to name, now doubled in this apartment where she must learn to live alone for the first time in the better part of a decade.

                    ‘  ...i’m an idiot, if that’s what you want to hear. i mean if that’s all you came to hear then i’ll say it again. i’m an idiot, and i made some really stupid choices and one of them was getting involved with my husband. i paid the price for it, and if you’re going to get on my case about diego fighting my battles for me then go ahead. i already feel guilt enough for everything he got put through because of me.  ’  the fingers of her right hand instinctively attempt to flex, but only three fingers manage the motion, the ring and pinky remaining stiff and semi curled in spite of the attempt. she still can’t look at him as she stops worrying the ring. she doesn’t want to take it off, she doesn’t feel like she deserves to.

                   with no one to put up pretenses for any longer, the faded bruising on her face catches the light in sickly yellow and green hues overlaid on sunken features. she has aged a decade in 3 years time, and yet rarely has she looked so young.     ‘  i couldn’t survive on my own, i wasn’t strong enough. so i got involved with the first person who would have me---------- and because i made stupid choices, diego had to suffer for it. no one blames me for that more than i do. i messed up really badly. so if you want to yell at me, or call me an imbecile, then... i’m not stopping you. i’ve already lost my wife, my kid, my husband, my hand... i’m running out of things to lose that matter to me unless you’re about to start killing off siblings to make me suffer.   ’  she let’s out a choked laugh, but there’s no amusement to it. it’s a laugh of someone who’s been broken down to their lowest point, or pretty damn near it. she does manage to look at him, and there is no happiness in her gaze. no relief. no waves of gratitude or even of true sadness. there is simply a quiet acceptance. like she’s just waiting for the next blow to come as a certainty not a question of how much more she will have to bleed for him until she is finally free.

[skyaches-aa]

INCORRECT QUOTES : Siri &. Five ( ft. @boyancient )

PERSONALS DO NOT RE.BLOG

[heheals]

it’s two a.m. on a friday, and he’ll be damned, he should be fast asleep. but as so often happens, time has an odd way of moving past midnight, rambling and crawling. zahid is no stranger to late nights, with his habit of taking work home coupled with a special talent for wasting time. he’ll call it a night.

slogging it to the hall, he’s just about to go brush his teeth when he spots a shadow, its exaggerated shape altogether too human, stretching to meet his on the ground. white light blazes unapologetically from his kitchen. his steps feathery and his back to the wall, zahid inches towards whoever’s out there. bracing himself, he steps out, ready for anything - well, almost anything.

and then he can only stop and stare because it’s simply not possible. furrowing his brow, he can’t keep himself from blurting out, “ five ? ”

for @boyancient​, volume ?, chapter 1

[mtchstck-archive]

once again i am here to pester you about livvy and elliot’s friendship

[moonexile]

“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”  /  @boyancient​

it feels strange,  allowing his brother to tend to his wounds after so long of only allowing himself.  even when grace has tried to help in the past,  he pushes her away,  insisting on doing it on his own.  ever since his accident,  despite the serum making him more durable,  he feels much more fragile  ---  but that’s all mental,  making him feel so vulnerable and so insecure.   

it’s just his hand,  cut from shattered glass,  now bleeding through his glove,  but there’s a reason that he keeps it mostly covered.  and that reason is one that’s already been revealed to five,  one that luther knows five understands,  yet he’s still so hesitant to allow him to take it.  he gulps,  eyes looking down,  his large hand shaking as he takes a long moment to undo the buttons and slip it off carefully.  he winces and groans at the feeling,  dropping the glove and examining the cut now as he rolls his eyes  (  the annoyance only directed at himself.  )  

his anger is still getting the best of him,  but that anger is only directed at himself,  not at the others  (  maybe it always was,  and he was just used to misplacing it.  )   he never wants to be the person who takes it out on those he loves,  or on himself again,  so he tries to focus on other things  ---  like walls,  this time a window.  it’s usually something he can brush by,  but he’s learned that five is just as stubborn as he always remembered him to be,  and despite the way luther wishes to keep the ape-like structure of his hands hidden,  five isn’t going to let the wound keep suffering.

❝   .  .  .    i’m fine,  ❞   he mumbles,  holding out the bloodied hand,  allowing five to help but refusing to look down at it as he does.  ❝  it barely hurts,  you know.  don’t let the blood fool you.  ❞   it’s more of an emotional pain,  this stinging,  gut feeling that everything he does isn’t good enough to make up for the things he’s done in the past  (  or rather,  the things he failed to do  ---  just like he feels he’s failing everyone now.  )  ❝  i didn’t mean to scare anyone.  actually,  i was trying to avoid that  ----  ❞    by turning his anger elsewhere,  though he’s sure the bloodied knuckles doesn’t exactly make up for that.  

[vdovaz]

&   @boyancient

 A   FLASH   OF   WHITE   amidst   crimson   mist   as   shewolf   bares   her   teeth   into   a   smile         (   a   grimace.   ),         the   gaping,   pulsing   fissure   within   marble.   lady   death   seated   atop   her   web   of   lies,   gossamer   wrapped   around   fingers.   the   wound   in   her   thigh   gushes   red,   a   morbid   flower   blooming   across   the   black   encasing   lithe   body.         “   it   looks   a   lot   worse   than   what   it   is.   ”