#countdelafere

[simply-milady]

I have a song for Athos

[simply-milady]

[simply-milady]

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The moment the doors opened before her she regretted her decision to come here. The ramble of the hospital died away as the doors swung close and the eerie silence hit her. It was far too bright, the walls were too white, there didn't seem to be anyone around. Silence echoed down the halls until a scream, thud or wail would shatter the serenity of the ward. Her foot steps echoed off the hard polished floor and she counted the numbers over the doors, peering inside they seemed like normal rooms, all the beds were turned out to face the large windows that allowed sunlight to poor in - but as the numbers grew higher the rooms gave way to what looked more like a cell than room. 

Her chest tightened at the sight, no windows, just the door, bright lights hanging high over head so there were no shadows, no place to hide. She turned her head suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted his room number hanging over an actual room - and not a cell.

She stood for a moment, peering inside, her fingers resting against the door handle but unable to put the force behind turning it. He seemed at peace - not at all like the last time she had seen him. Madness had over taken him - had she pushed him too far? Had she been the one to drive him to this extreme where he'd be forced to enter into this place to find sanity again? No, it was the drinking, the stress, their fights, their relationship - that was what the doctor had told her as he treated the few minor wounds he had dealt her. She shouldn't blame herself.  And while she tried to show the world that she didn't - she did.

"--Olivier." She had stepped inside the room, her body backed up against the door in fear that the sound of her voice would cause him to snap and she'd be forced to flee. "--Olivier...They told me that you had been asking for me."

[nsamori]

           -----&  there is sunlight on the edges of                    your  lips.  a  thousand & one stars                   in the hollow of your palm.  & i kiss                   the syntax of a life off your mouth &                   taste the vowels of your heartbeat                                  against my  tongue.

[liextenant-archive]

Fire  flints  against  the  wall  ---  a  map  of  orange  tongues  aligned in   a   tale  :   the   impossible   story  about  light  in  darkness’ embrace.                                                      But  permanent  codes  condemn                                                       the  love  between  two  opposites                                                      ---  and  liquid  protocols  stab  the                                                      emperor  of  all  impossibilities &                                                      abolish  the  system  of  swirling                                                      patterns  in  a  beating  heart.                                    [   F i r e  i n  t h e  o c e a n  ] But  she  feels  the  warm  climates  in  the way   her   wound   aches    --    tastes   the  searing   &   spreading  pain  beneath  her  tongue.   Tries   to   chew  away   the  lump of  profanities   &   swallow  the  cluster  of unspoken  screams.                                          And  yet  she  sews  shut  the  midnight                                         skin  --  tames  the  liquid  lava  clawing                                         out  of  her  flesh.  And  she  rises above                                         insubstantial  sensations  --  the prickle                                          of  invisible  probes  beneath  her  skin.  But  there  is  a  voice  -----                              an  alignment  of  syllables  across  the  expanse  of  thoughts        ❝ Hurry  up,  Sinclair.  ❞                                     And  emeralds  narrow  at  the  silhouette  --                                    lips  pursed  into  a  single  line ;;            ❝ I  wouldn’t  have  to  hurry  if  you were  more  careful.  ❞   But  there  is  a  flare  of  phosphorescent  lights   and  the  sound  of  a  door  shutting  -----------                                                    Goddamn  automatic  junk !             ❝ Shouldn’t  the  electricity  come  on                                    after  we  leave ----- ?  ❞                                                      And  words  trail  off  as                                                        realization  dawns                    ❝ Shit, shit, shit !!!  ❞

[liextenant-archive]

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                                          ☣  α ¢σℓℓє¢ᴛιση σƒ вυℓℓєᴛѕ  ☣

                                 Despite  the  lack  of  common  language &                                 the  constant  arguments,  Helga   &   Athos                                   are   an   exceptionally  synchronized   team.                                 Whispering  between   bullet  holes,  hearts                                 pounding  against  palm  as  supple  finger                                 presses  against  the  trigger,   eyes  glued                                 to  the  geometry  of  the  other’s  built.  The                                        undeniable  simulation  of  peace.  

[simply-milady]

countdelafere said: you use that icon p. much eVERY TIME I COME INTO UR ASKBOX DO U H8 ME THAT MUCH

GOD NO. I'M JUST LAZY AND HAVEN'T MADE ANY OTHERS.