#destructiivity

[tigersscars]

@destructiivity 

“DON’T!          Look in that bag. 

Though I suppose you having it open means I’m too late.”

[brokenthimbles]

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“…I have my books to keep me company.”

“Books?” she smiled. “Books are wonderful tools for imagination, but doesn’t make a person any less lonely.” 

[musicallyiinclined]

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Alex was excited when he saw the ‘SOLD’ sign go up in the window down the block from his music shop, but with his excitement also came a knot in the pit of his stomach. The street where he lived with his husband, Thom, was mostly what they called Mom and Pop shops, and he really hoped that whoever had bought the old store was going to keep to the theme of the area (meaning: if it was another Starbucks, he was going to riot).

Every day as Alex came downstairs from their flat above his shop, he checked to see if any progress had been made on the new store. It seemed like the inside of the building was getting cleaner, but he never saw anyone there actually cleaning. Which was strange, but not too strange.. Obviously they just kept different hours.

When he discovered that the building was destined to be a bookstore, his nerves dissipated and were replaced entirely by excitement. Thom seemed to be excited, too, and they both waited anxiously for it to open. 

Finally it did, and one afternoon while he was on lunch, Alex walked down to the bookstore and stepped inside, smiling as he glanced around. It was perfect. Well worth the wait, he thought, and he began to browse.

[insolentgirl]

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her walks always took her through a more secluded part of the woods. she was a sociable girl, but even she needed to be alone with her thoughts. so when she came upon the boy, not only was it a surprise, but what he was doing made her eyes particularly widen. 

      ❝ how did you that? ❞ she gasped. 

[princxssofdisaster-blog]

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As a clumsy person by nature, Melody was used to the occasional tripping, but this had been a lot more embarrassing because there had been a few people around. Slipping her fingers into her hair, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Please tell me no one saw that...”

[quintesscntial-a]

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“It’s difficult keeping secrets from people you care about. So, telling them to random strangers can be quite cathartic.”

[laxreine-archive-blog]

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Though his mother might have liked to think she kept it a secret, Cian knew full well that the only reason she hadn’t had him killed immediately after birth was for a moment just like this. A son might not have served her any good purpose, but having an extra child in the royal family could prove useful. Sure enough, when war broke out between their nations, his mother needed a bargaining chip… and he was just right for the task.

His mother and sister weren’t even present for the delivery of him to the queen of the opposing nation, and Cian held no doubt that he would never see his homeland again. A sick feeling came over him, following a shiver down his spine. Something in the woman’s voice assured him that nothing good would come to him here - not that he’d thought otherwise in the first place, really.

Uncertain of exactly what to call the woman before him, Cian opted not to speak, instead simply nodding to her question. He was, after all, glad that his people would be safe.

The pretty little prince would be enough to cool her off until she got bored again, at least. She hoped for the other nation’s sake that the prince would be entertaining enough to distract her until they were no longer a viable target. She didn’t really need another toy, but she wasn’t going to say no when offered, and the prince was packaged and delivered, missing only the shiny bow.

She studied the young man once he was brought in, and the fear in his expression made her feel even happier. She did like her toys to have a healthy fear of her – it kept them in line until she could find another way to tie them to her. At his nod, she nearly laughed. She straightened off her throne, heels clicking against the tile as she closed the distance between them. “What’s the matter, sweeting? Did your voice get taken from you?” One finger trailed down the side of his face.

“You needn’t worry about offending me, sweet. We should get to know one another. You can call me Phie. What’s your name?”

[futurehalted]

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❝ - Is it rude to tell you that you look like hell even if I look worse? ❞ 

She’s bleeding, a slash right below her collar bone that’s covered in gauze and stained bright red, still fresh from a scuffle with a thief. The one hazel eye that’s left in her skull stares at him, noting how he seems to be alone and afraid. But when the world is like this, who wouldn’t be? A formerly white shirt is splattered with blood and dirt, messy and unkept and certainly unwashed. The jacket on her torso has a tear near the shoulder. A fight for a first aid kit, which she had won. 

❝ Here, darling. ❞ Isabel extends a hand, soft and warm smile on her face in an attempt to comfort the stranger. ❝ I didn't come here for you, but I'm not gonna just let you sit here. Want water? Some medical? Anything at all? ❞