#churchfall

[s-olarium]

woe. blorbo be upon ye

[wrathiest-blog]

sigill wonders, we're he a brick tied keeping catalyst down, if the other deputy would cut the cord given the chance. other days he wonders if he'd double knot it himself. ` You know - " a moment. swallow down your fears. think over your words, petyr. ` we don't have to stay together. i can go to the whitetails, if you're - fine, here. if you want me to. "

hehe.  @churchfall​

                                                   ——————————he    is    sick    of    you.    he    is    tired    of    your    silence,     of the way you cannot keep things from coming out rude half the time,    the way you push him further than he wants to go because you are afraid of watching him die.    he is sick of the way you look at him,    the way you sit too close some nights and how you don’t sit with him at all others.

                                   he is sick of you.    &&    you do not know how to deal with it.

catalyst could grow angry,  he could twist his hands    &&    snap out things that are cruel,  that would tear him to pieces.  he could be leave him a mess on the floor,  &&  yet he doesn’t want to.  he doesn’t want to burn the bridge any more than he already has,  so instead,  he wrings fingers together as he tries to get his thoughts in order.                                   (    he wants to leave you.    )

                                   oh,  how foolish is he?    to ever assume something else.  he should know better by now-    he does know better.  catalyst is not daft,  nor naive,  but he-                                   he wanted to think otherwise.    he had hoped sigill had not been like the rest.    foolish,    foolish boy,    feeling his way through life,    stumbling    &&    staggering,    digging fingertips into brick until skin came away red,    &&    what has it done for him?

                                   it has made him bitter.    it has made him scornful.    such a holy being    &&    yet he ended up like this.

                                   he sets his jaw.    raises his hands.

                                                     ❝      go.      ❞

[vuulpecula]

      On nights like this, that great Montana sky could hold the world. She watched it, head angled back to count the stars. Glistening perfection while below the Earth was scorched and marred. Was that truly what God wanted? Fox pushed the thought from her head, it wasn’t the time or the place. No, this night was meant as a moment of peace. To remember what life was like before Eden’s Gate became something more tangible than some words written in a book. A night filled with food and laughter and celebration. It was good to see who still lived through the past month. Less than the month before.

      “I suppose you’re the deputy everyone keeps talking about,” she’d watched him as she watched the sky. Marvelling at the work achieved by this newcomer. “You know this little get-together is all thanks to you. With the work you’ve been doing all those lost souls are scattered.” She actually looked at him then, as a person and not some myth people told each other to keep their spirits raised. Barefoot and wild, she might’ve passed for one of them. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.” 

@churchfall ❤’d for a FAR CRY 5 starter.