#brothertobullets

[criminalexwife-blog]

adventures in

couples counseling

with seth and vanessa

[brothertobullets]

FINEE. You assholes win I love and hate all of you so much so that I'll be back tomorrow. #lots of kisses.

[brothertobullets]

SOMEONE BROKE MY TAG. 

*STARES RICHARD OUT WITH THE INTENSITY OF BOTH MUN AND MUSE* 

[aenigmatis]

Five years had elapsed, give or take a few days since his release— resolving concerns of personal significance, or rather, pursuing a piqued interest were pressing matters to the entity; and so no more time needed wasting. Surroundings were far from ideal, but she'd settle. Brother in the picture upon her arrival? Well, subtlety in such matters weren't exactly high on her list of importance.

"You made it personal." The statement bore no followed sentiment for now; instead, she permitted tips of digits to come to a rest on a nearby surface, nails inadvertently grazing the hood of the car. —And that marked your downfall.

[aenigmatis]

It had catastrophe written all over...

They're intricate, require planning up to meticulous standards— one misstep, inadvertent or not; and every detail you thought you had processed crumbles without a second thought. You can't make them personal, they'll cloud your judgement; revenge, wrath— each action-reaction which can claim your downfall. And this? This had catastrophe written all over it, this was proof as to how flawed these beings proved they could be. How mistakes which could encompass their lives could be made so easily— a determination forged so perfectly, yet was accompanied by such flaws which bore the incredible opportunity to discredit and leave the strength faltered, shattered in their wake.

Shadows concealed inquisitive oceans of blue from any outsider's perception— while each moment, movement; each passing second was carefully registered. At various times, her presence had been nearer than any mind could comprehend; entirely invisible to a human's eye. The mistakes were easy to identify; though it was marked as a devastation upon the first breach through that entrance door; since from that point forward, it was one bad call after the other.

"You made it personal." A whisper easily robbed of its volume by the surrounding body of wind— as the sound of the cuffs securing his wrists had surely been louder in her manifestation's ear than any other, except perhaps his own. It was the concept of failure embodied, a concept which resonated louder in a thief's ears than any other reality ever could.

He had potential, a potential laid to waste by emotion's influence. She'd return— with his name fresh on her tongue. Seth Gecko.