#disrapture

[mirewoven]

taylor swift lyric starter ─── accepting

❛ stumbled down pretend alleyways and now here you are. ❜

there is something so endearing about baby vampires especially the ones, like louis, who seem to exude this air of desperation and deep sadness. lestat does not quite understand the melancholy but something about it draws him in, and he could not help but follow him to there place there @disrapture been hiding.

[lcerys-moved]

@disrapture [ jacaerys ] -> SC.

“ was the north as different as they all say it is ? ” he does not wish to linger on the memories of his own trip, the failure fresh still in his mind. thinking of baratheon brings him nothing but frustration, as the kindest of emotions that family awakens in him these days. he'd rather focus on jace's successes, instead, and the word that had come from house stark had been nothing if not promising. they'd require time to reach them, he knows, even more with the winter at their heels — it'd be one thing for jace to cover the distance on dragonback, and another for men marching. and yet those are good news. they showed jace had done well, more than well, in his own trip. he prefers to fill his mind with those, and with the curiosity at how the region would have looked, rather than anything else, than to leave room for anything more. “ they haven't said much about your trip, beyond that it was a success. ” which was the most important part, he supposes, even if it leaves far too much out of it for his taste.

[outlaste-a1]

> @disrapture / starter call.

the tang of coal dust permeates all five senses, stifling the gentle aromas of pasture & pine that the oldest hawthorne brother brought back from his latest venture into the forests. that molecular taste of freedom seemed to be all that kept him going as of late, steps propelled by the gentle whisper of a breeze that rather felt like a life of one's own. here remained the hum of malcontent, an occasional cough and clatter of coal buckets, a weight that always lingered; the work never stopped. gale sat now with legs agape, his knees a workbench for the sharpening of tools [an old hunting knife catches a glimmer of firelight and with gentle motion shot streaks of gold, delineating riches beyond their comprehension.] the sparks of the campfire dance upwards into the inky sky of the seam, black with eternal smoke and the district's workmanship, where the embers soon suffocate and die. silence between brothers wasn't unusual in a place such as theirs both comfortable and not worn expressions jaded by the events of the day. it put them each well beyond their years, visible lines etched the sobriety of their livings. [it bore stories of being down in the mines, faces scrunched to keep the dust from their eyes.] but today, gale feels the silence press down upon him with a weight he couldn't shake. the blade pauses it's path upon the whetstone and he sets each down against a knee, a rather thoughtful frown upon his face. ‘rory, i'm sorry if i've been tough on you lately. i just keep thinking about, y'know, what it would be like if i wasn't around. and if that ever happened, it's on you to take care of everyone. and you have to be ready. i just i need you to understand that, okay?’ his voice cradles an apology he cannot yet will into existence, for all the sharp words that he could not take back.

[purulens-kopet]

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Disrapture - Forgotten Dog Tags

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Track 3 taken from the Forgotten Dog Tags EP