#brilliantcrafty

[bloodusedarch]

HE  WAS  SOMETHING  ELSE,                      tatia  didn’t  really  knew  how  to  feel  about  him.  but  she  wanted  to  give  him  a  try,  what  if  he  was  different?  she  watched  him,  wondering  what  he  was  thinking  about.  tatia  moved  closer  and  carefully  reached  for  his  hand.  softly  stroking  his  hand  with  her  fingers.    ‘’  you’re  going  to  be  fine.  ‘’  she  said  as  her  big,  doe  eyes  kept  watching  him.          (  SHE  DIDN’T  KNEW  WHAT  HE  WANTED.  )        but  she  wanted  to  help  him.

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[shesdaylight-arch]

softer prompts /  ☂ for our muses to stargaze 

green eyes looked up to the sky in silence, though the only sound that passed her was her own breathing.  in the distance, she could hear crickets singing their songs and in the quiet of the night, on the grass beneath the night sky, she found it was peaceful.   with silas beside her, she couldn’t imagine a better evening.   “i have a question,” she asked out of the blue, breaking the silence that had lingered for more than ten minutes.   “when you were human-- witch, i mean  like...  all those years ago.   were the stars the same as this?”   obviously, they were the same constellations.   those were always constant, and they didn’t change - and that was something she really liked about the stars.   she could always count on them, as silly as that sounded.   “i mean, were they brighter?   could you see them clearer?   could you see more of them?”   // @brilliantcrafty​ | accepting.

[dvarapala]

happy birthday tessa!!! i hope you have a lovely day!!! 💖

thank you so much, i did! <3 when there’s more energy on my side, i will definitely be back on lou ellen and she will hop on over to bother silas some more, hahahaha! xD

[bloodusedarch]

BRIGHT,  DOE  EYES  WATCHED  THE  MALE  AS  HE  SPOKE.  tatia  understood  why  he  would  say  such  thing,  she  wanted  to  die  too  when  her  husband  died.  but  if  she’d  died  that  time,  she  would  have  never  gotten  the  life  she  has  now.  (  AS  A  VAMPIRE,  BUT  SHE  IS  HAPPY.  )              tatia  watched  the  male  and  smiled  softly,  he  needed  her  now.  she  wasn’t  planning  on  leaving  him  behind.                  ‘’  i’m  sorry,  but  i  can’t.  ‘’  tatia  spoke  as  her  bright,  doe  eyes  kept  focussing  upon  the  male’s  face.  she  looked  down  towards  his  hand,  gently  and  carefully  reaching  out  for  it.  ‘’  you’re  not  alone,  silas.  ‘’

@brilliantcrafty​ said: “Let me die.”

[shesdaylight-arch]

send 🩸   for  your  muse  to  take  a  bullet  that  was  meant  for  mine /

she didn’t like the thought of this.   didn’t like the thought of blindly marching into a war that she didn’t want, that others were speaking against;    but she didn’t really have much of a choice.   it wasn’t like she, or anyone else, had anywhere else to go.    if she didn’t know for certain by then, she certainly knew that whatever happened in that bunker had changed....   everything, and everyone.    but as she marched alongside silas into the gorge, she just didn’t know if this was the best idea.   if this would workout in anyone’s favor.   if they’d truly learned their lesson.   “i don’t like this,” she mumbled.    to herself, to silas, to anyone who would listen.    to no one in particular, really.   “i don’t see this ending well for anyone.”   maybe she’d just gotten comfortable in the ring, in the safety that space had provided for her in those few years.    but it happened in an instant,  without much warning,  and if she’d seen it coming like he did then she would have been the one to push him out of the way, she would have been the one to take the bullet.    to get hit.    to be the one confused as he’d been knocked to the ground as dirt began to rise in reaction.    but instead, it was silas who’d taken the shot.   who’d pushed her out of the way.   and it was rapunzel who was confused by it all, until she laid eyes on silas.    “n---no,” she whispered as she crawled in his direction, kicking up dust and dirt as she did.   “silas, don’t you dare---   you didn’t----   no!”   // @brilliantcrafty​ | no longer accepting.

[creastfallen]

@brilliantcrafty​ 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅: "𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔."

        her eyes casted downward. it wasn’t as though she didn’t feel bad for it. silas was & is the love she always wanted. but her mind was full of demons. her grip of reality was constantly slipping. if she stopped focusing on holding herself together, she might fall apart altogether & she isn’t sure she’d recover that. 

        but just as it is hard for her, she knew he must be struggling as well. how selfish of her to allow him to go through it alone. her eyes are sorrowful when she finally looked at him. ❝ please, understand, i’m trying but i don’t know how to get make them stop. ❞

[nowat-shesdaylight]

talking about trauma /  it’s ok not to be ok.

“silas why are you doing this?” she asked, eyes trying to hide her fatigue looking up at him from where she sat.    for once, she wasn’t surrounded by magic tools or her grimoire or ingredients for his next lesson at silas’ magic bootcamp and was, instead, surrounded by notebooks.   textbooks.   everything that a normal student studying for finals would surround themselves with and, for the first time in her entire life she actually wanted to procrastinate.   actually wanted to practice magic for the sake of putting off studying for her english final.    “why--   you always do this.   you always show up when i’m in---”  in emotional turmoil, but she didn’t complete her sentence.   instead she just shook her head, not wanting to admit that her not being okay was even a possibility;   she was always okay.   always the one to provide comfort, always the one to care for others.   putting her own needs aside for the sake of others.   “i’m fine,  i just have a lot to do, i don’t think i can practice today.”   // @brilliantcrafty​ | accepting.

[shewoe]

“        𝐇𝐎𝐖 ---      “        the clay mug loose ‘tween her palms slips from her grasp      ,      graceless in its fall onto the wooden flooring beneath their feet      .     the rich aroma of a dark roast thickens in the room as clay splinters in halves     ,      and the liquid pools and splatters itself beneath her heel     .    the singe of heat causes her to wince    ,    𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓      ,    distracts her from the situation at hand      .      “     how are you.... here    ?     “     she speaks slowly     ,      hesitantly    ,     in fear of what she is seeing being naught more than a trick of the eyes     .     again     .      𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍     .       ///           *            @brilliantcrafty​                     ›          RANDOM       .