#crystallizedmonarch

[seamother-blog1]

❛ don’t be too angry with me. ❜

the apartment is in disarray; a fist-shaped hole now adorns the wall where a painting used to be, puckered and angry, sheetrock in splinters and scattered across the lacquered hardwood. in the air lies the thick scent of electricity and sea salt, a common accompaniment to the woman now calmly seated on the sofa. newly-dissipated rage crackles just under her skin; she leaves WRECKAGE wherever she goes, just as certain as her trail of sea foam.

❛ i got lost in my thoughts. today, i witnessed a man spear a turtle through its shell, and discard it like rubbish. humanity will never cease to INFURIATE ME -- ! ❜

[absolutegood-blog]

       ❛  hey.  ❜   a call   (  hushed, near noiseless; VERBAL MIST  )   for notice.  a hook,  albeit slight,  plays at the bend of his mouth.  his smile does not form, it festers.     ❛  fifty-two blue.        - it's a name. have you ever heard it?  ❜       || @crystallizedmonarch

[astramessiah]

@crystallizedmonarch ♥︎’d for a thing

     ❝ CAR TROUBLE? ❞ He asks, ignoring the echoing ring of static feedback that filters through his thoughts as he drifts closer. 

[sunshinemade-a-blog]

& @crystallizedmonarch !

               ❛  it’s getting dark, i don’t really wanna be outside much longer ---  ❜  there’s not an intense fear of the night and all that lingers in the shadows, but since childhood, it’s always UNSETTLED her.   ❛  c’mon, please, it’s kinda scary out here, don’t you think?  ❜

[monsteredboy]

          it’s been a while is an understatement. gabriel recognizes her because he doesn’t always function by sound. there’s a scene, or just a feeling that causes gabriel’s shoulders to tense slightly. it takes him a moment to even consciously notice - like holding tension in your jaw when stressed and finally letting it consciously go. he forces his shoulders down a little and plasters on the warmest smile he can manage at this point. it’s still a damn confident look on him.

          the beast in him keeps its hackles up. gabriel’s smile is like baring his teeth in intent and in everything else except for appearance. he has gotten experience in smoothing out the edges. this is how a person smiles when they mean to look a little wry and tired, but not disappointed. he’s got a disappointed smile waiting up his sleeve just in case, though. his fingers tap a little on the bar’s counter.

“i didn’t think you were the type of person to end up in the southwest.”

          he says it with a dryness to it, the tone of someone who’s lived in the southwest all his life even though he’s only done two years. it’s hard to say whether that tone’s a natural project of trying to blend in or an intentional way to throw her off.