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[coloneldahana]

@ofdeathandfear Continued from here!

     Lady, Lord- Honestly it was not a title of choice. Standing in place, silver and pale blue silks adorning sharp shoulders, she was something to be seen in the massive hall, both an eerily stunning and yet intimidating sight.

     And it was a blank stare that met the men, many both creature and humanoid alike, and only a flicker of a change at the sight of the caged being. Green hues, a gold many did not realize usually webbed the irises long since lacking. Eventually a faint irritation showed in her voice, and those nearest her quickly turned back to their ‘activities’ to play dumb.

     “My quarters, now.” The main guard earned pause, never able to tell what would please the celestial, and what would not. But the delivery was made slowly, with her following behind, dark marked hands clasped behind her back.

     It was the entrance into the room that some semblance of control ebbed and she turned a narrow gaze on the half dozen beings. A barked demand to leave, in which they did after only two more notes to convince. To be fair they weren’t ones to ignore the woman with just as sharply bared teeth and claws as her ‘gift. It was stupid still, her agitation as she moved now and worked to open the cage. Said door of metal clicked open just as her room doors slid shut, muffling the music and celebrating.

[the-replica-luke]

hey Dad,why do you have to be such a neglectful jerk to your kids?

You want feelings? here - have them. 

The eldest member of the family looks up at the stranger, and sighs at the very pointed question. He can’t begin to deny it, nor can be begin to argue. He was a terrible father, in truth - unworthy of the gift that Suzanne had given to him, but in the end he can’t change the past. 

“My son is a special case.” He begins, as he tidies the papers on his desk. “Luke was to be ‘The Scion of Lorelei’ so I honestly didn’t want to allow myself to get close to him. My son was born only to die and because of that, I selfishly closed off my heart to him. When the time came, that he was taken from us - I was devastated. I didn’t know what to do, or how I could possibly ever console Suzanne, but I knew he wouldn’t be killed - there wasn’t a possible way for that to happen considering his role in The Score.” 

His weight shifts in his chair, and he sighs as he leans against his hand. “ But that was when it all changed. Luke was never returned to us, we were given a replica in his place, and despite that fact I still loved him. I couldn’t understand it at the time, why my son was suddenly nothing more than a baby trapped in a child’s body but he was still my son regardless. I was selfish. I should have held him when I wanted to. I should have wiped his tears from his eyes when he cried. I should have been there for him when he needed me - but again you can’t change the past.” 

“I won’t make excuses for myself. I distanced myself from my child based on the prophecy of a broken religion and I couldn’t begin to wrap my brain around the concept of my second son being a replica. I wedged a great distance between us, I take claim to that fault....and now that they have returned to us... together for a second time, I just don’t know how to move forward I suppose. Both my sons are a wonderful gift, and I cherish them. I just don’t know how to ask for their forgiveness.” 

[ofwebwings-blog]

thatscoloneldanverstoyou​

     “Hey Carol, you know how to remove      a bullet right? Because I might need      some help . . .”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

  Tate had been raiding the kitchen for the past 10 minutes and could find nothing. He slammed the fridge in frustration and popped a cigarette in his mouth settling for nicotine over food. Since he and Violet split his addictions seemed to become everything. He sparked it leaving clouds of smoke to get stale in the house everywhere he went. Tate couldn’t care less anymore. This house was nothing to him and he treated it like shit. He wanted to unwind and relax. He has been so stung out lately and hadn’t talked to anyone in a long time. Tate hadn’t run into anyone in who knows how long, he had been hiding.The boy wandered out into a room. Some one sat in a chair reading a book. He could only see a black hat sticking out from the top and had no idea who it could have been. He wondered if he should show himself to them but assumed they were living and all his bitter emotions came flooding back.