#devilied

[ofdamnation]

@devilied​ liked for a starter!

            ❝ you know,  you’re not supposed to just go up  &  talk to strangers right?  you could get  kidnapped.  c’mon,  you don’t even know the guy. ❞

[painridden]

           ❛   don’t you think the stars look beautiful tonight ?   ❜  -- @devilied

[tearedrops]

starter for: @devilied.

               ‘  on a scale of one to really , how mad at me are you right now ? you can be honest ...  ‘

[crownveil-blog]

devilied  clicked  the  ♥

                         ❛  MM  ------  i  love  the  smell  of  rain.  ❜    they  were  stuck  under  a  blue  canopy,  droplets  of  spring  water  fresh  from  d r e n c h e d  clothes  and  damp  hair   ;   all  plans  thwarted  by  the  thunderstorm  that  showered  buckets  before  them.    a  cast  down  at  his  own  appearance,  bloom  seemed  to  resemble  a  shaggy  dog,  blond  (  almost  white  )  hair  crinkling  into  tiny  waves  and  cascading  over  dark  lashes.     ❛  man,  who  needs  to  go  to  a  festival  with  planned  out  activities  on  the  agenda  when  we  have  this  to  SAVE  US  from  it.    what  were  we  thinking.  ❜

[dcspondent]

      “   it’s strangely poetic,  don’t you think  ?  the way the brightest stars burn out quickest  ...  it relates to a lot of things here on earth.   ”  the witch mused.  more often than not,  oliver went off on philosophical tangents,  letting his mind wander to the most complex thoughts imaginable.  he was a strange creature,  made up of unrealistic expectations  &  a longing for the night to consume him   ----   perhaps that’s why he struggled to communicate  &  understand humans in their entirety.  ---  @devilied

[spoiledsovls]

@devilied.

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“what?!” she snapped back angrily once there was no words slipping out of anyone’s lips. it was silent, besides the breeze that flew by from the west. her satoori had slipped out just a bit, making her sound angrier than she really was. then again, it sounded like she was always angry. her eyebrows furrow in confusion when he reaches out-- her reaction was just as expected when she starts to retreat. slow hands meant that the other was making a decision on what to do, and she didn’t like that one bit. it threw her into series of flashbacks as a child, making her puff out her cheeks and wanting to block it all out of her system. she looks from side to side, and then back at him (with that smile etched on his skin..) he did mean good intentions, but it wasn’t his fault. it was the trauma that hovered her every time she thought she was doing better than the last day. a shaky sigh emits from her lips, now holding herself to get rid of the idea. “it’ll take a while for me t’accept that.”

[aerroi-blog]

devilied continued from here

                      a  tear  down  a  rosy  cheek,  and  it’s  s w i p e d  away  with  the  back  of  the  hand  to  replace  it  with  sticky  copper.    the  voice  inside  had  been  eating  at  her,  piece  by  piece  it  gnawed  through  a  part  of  her  that  seemed  oh  so  innocent  and  BEAUTIFUL.    she  counted  to  (  fifty  ),  hoping  that  in  some  way  she’d  regain  her  strength  to  push  from  the  cold  ground.    but  nothing  happened,  moving  was  a  pain  she  felt  run  c o l d  through  sun  veins.     shrouded  thoughts,  muddied  digits,  stained  clothes  and  trembling  skin.    legs  had  long  collapsed  leaving  her  in  the  MESS  that  (  she  )  created.    she  kept  telling  herself  that  it  wasn’t  on  purpose  but  the  noise  was  too  i n t e n s e  for  delicate  things  such  as  her  ears  and  it  hurt  them  ----  made  them  ache  until  flooded  memories  of  collapsing  in  a  store  come  back  to  her.    forgive  her  for  her  SINS,  hands  aren’t  the  same  anymore,  they  can’t  even  seem  to  close  properly  ----  the  h a t r e d  for  oneself  started  to  flow  and  course.                      she  had  fumbled  with  the  phone,  crimson  imprints  dancing  along  the  screen  until  name  and  number  was  pulled  up  in  the  dark  contrast  of  the  alley.    the  name,  a  familiar  face  she  sought  comfort  in  with  each  of  his  smiles  or  the  glint  in  his  eyes  -----  of  course  she’d  come  to  him  first.    even  IF  she  had  been  terrified.    the  conversation  was  short  and  s h a k e y,  the  device  plummeting  into  the  dark  shaded  pool  after  fingers  lost  strength  to  continue  to  hold  it  any  longer.    

           maybe  the  track  of  time  had  been  lost  between  the  staring  at  palms  with  them  stretching  down  to  plant  firmly  into  a  substance  too  foreign.    the  LAST  memorable  moment  with  this  much  blood  was  back  in  the  lab,  with  their  continuous  testing  that  resulted  in  her  (  almost  )  losing  her  allowed  life.    a  rough  time  covered  by  an  always  smile  and  dimpled  cheeks.              ❛  o-only  my  knee,  the  rest  ---  uh  ---  the  rest  isn’t,  i  just  wanted  it  to  stop,  i  told  them  to  stop.    i  didn’t  mean  to  hurt  a n y o n e.    did  i  hurt  them ?    i  think  i  did.  ❜    she  spoke  to  a  familiar  softened  voice  beckoning  her  to  the  surface.    is  he  scared ?    please  don’t  be  scared.     it  was  obvious,  from  the  crimson  to  the  legs  bent  down  in  gravel  and  the  dipped  locks  of  brown  that  what  had  happened  was  entirely  her  fault.    blame  let  it  burden  fragile  shoulders  and  harbor  a  judgement  that  had  already  been  made.     the  sorrow  hits  her  hard  but  is  cradled  by  a  warm  back  and  the  constant  rhythm  of  a  beating  heart  that  isn’t  hers.    she  feels  apologetic,  all  she  wants  to  do  is  spew  them  from  her  lips  until  cheeks  are  blue  and  limbs  cold.    a  liking  too  far  gone  to  tell him  that  she  was  indeed  SORRY  and  that  her  finger  slipped  on  his  name  --  but  it  didn’t,  because  having  him  here  gave  a  sense  of  relief.

                          a  wince,  teeth  gritting  and  eyes  falling  shut  to  combat  the  surge  of  pain  being  torn  at  the  flesh  of  her  knee.    it’s  ignored  further  more  as  she  adjusts  legs  to  sit  at  a  aching  bent  angle  for  the  time  here  and  wherever  he’s  going  to  take  her.          a  cool  cheek  is  pressed  into  his  backside,  frail  digits  drift  down  the  muscles  to  snake  around  his  sides,  holding  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  underneath  balled  fists.    ❛  your  clothes  are  dirty  now.  ❜    broken  tone  is  drowned  out  by  a  roar  of  the  motorized  bike  and  soon  enough  the  scene  of  the  crime  vanished  from  clouded  sights  to  be  exchanged  for  the  blur  of  passing  buildings  and  vehicles.    heavy  lids  fall,  dark  lashes  dancing  along  purple  eye  bags  and  though  she  can’t  remember  it  WELL  ----  she  sees  their  faces  flash  through  different  expressions  before  it’s  lifeless  and  she’s  (  drenched  ).    ❛  i  did  a  v e r y  bad  thing,  sukwon  ---  don’t  hate  me  ---  please.    i’m  sorry.  ❜    

[ofdamnation]

@devilied liked for a starter!

            ❝ there’s only so long you can resist me for,  trust me i should know. ❞