#divinityblooming

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divinityblooming has such a beautiful promo

@divinityblooming

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾   @divinityblooming​   ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❛ we should be honest with each other , don’t you think ? ❜

                     her blood runs cold in her veins at his words, her heart leaping to her throat and lodging itself like a bird in a cage.  she can feel it there, fluttering.  sera’s fingers still in their task of plaiting her hair, and her eyes lift to find his in the mirror of her vanity.  he stands some ten feet behind her, leaning against a doorway to her right, toying idly with some bit of iron in his hands.  one moment it makes itself into a sphere, and then a box.  it opens of its own accord, and then shuts as he manipulates it out flat, like a sheet of paper.  now it is a book, pages flipping quickly.  she swallows with difficulty, and looks away.  ‘ i have never been dishonest with you, ’  she murmurs, fingers slowly unwinding the braid of her hair.  ( though that is not quite the truth  ––  nor is it a lie, either.  she has not been dishonest with him, she has just . . . left information out. )

                     ‘ i did not ask for this, ’  sera whispers a moment later, though that is not quite the truth either.  she didn’t realize honesty was this complicated, and part of her wants to laugh at the realization.  ‘ there is nothing . . . ’  she finishes undoing her braid, swallows, and manages to meet his gaze once more.  ‘ he doesn’t love me, if that’s the answer you’re looking for.  he hasn’t even spoken to me since  –––  ’ her throat tightens again, her mind drifting back to that moment, that fateful moment. the tear she barely had time to see slip down his face before augustus had turned her face away.  { don’t look at them.  look at me. }  if honest is what they should be with one another, perhaps they should start there.  was that kindness ?  jealousy ?  possession ?  ‘ is that what you wanted ?  confirmation that another man has not touched your property ? ’  she scoffs, shaking her head.  ‘ not that you do, either. ’  she knows better than to bait a man like him, but part of her is curious, pushing.  wondering what he’ll do if she does.

[livedstubborn]

      karen usually covered things that were less ... mundane. fisk, the punisher, the devil of hell’s kitchen. those were right up her alley. but, uh -----it had been a slow week. and ellison needed something for the front page and considering nothing vigilante related seemed to be happening, this seemed to be her best shot. besides, former gossip girl victim turned mayor? come on, that was just begging to be on the front page. she shifts in her seat and glances up from the pen and paper in her hands, lips curled up into a small smile towards the man in front of her. ‘  so, mr. archibald,  ’ she starts, the tip of her pen resting on the curve of her lower lip for a moment. ‘  mayor, huh? that must feel like one hell of an achievement.  ’

@divinityblooming. (  for nate  )

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾   @divinityblooming​   ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❛  sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.  ❜

                  despite herself, she pictures him like that  –––  fast asleep, and still with his fists clenched tight, ready to throw a punch at a moment’s notice.  ready to fight off nightmares and boogeymen with no weapons but his fists.  ‘ you’re always so ready for war, ’  she murmurs, smiling to herself and shaking her head.  she’s not surprised, of course, but it still aches somewhere in the hollow of her chest.  one day he’ll have to lay the guns down  . . .  won’t he ? 

                  ‘ i shoot straight, ’  she assures him, ducking her head, shuffling her feet a bit.  karen thinks she should feel a bit angry with him, for the insinuation, but she knows better.  knows him better.  he says shoot straight because he can’t bring himself to say be careful.  she wonders, only for a moment, what else he might say if he let himself.  ‘ you goin’ somewhere, frank ?  that sounds an awful lot like a goodbye. ’

[thedamnd]

for simon from jace: ❝ mortals die once. gods die endlessly in legend. ❞

a sudden burst of laughter comes from simon and it's... well, not exactly the most charming sound. ugly, uncontrolled snort drawn out from him and he's just glad he'd already swallowed that mouthful of his water beforehand. last thing he needed was a glare from jace for spitting at him, especially in a moment like this— rare, unique severity between them.

"so does that make me like... a baby god? since i've already done the one death thing?" brow raises and he can't help himself adding a little lightness to the whole topic. "not that— that's not the point, but still. does it mean some deaths amount to being more intense than others? it... we might need something stronger to drink for this topic, shit—"

[fortyfoures]

[ TXT FROM DEAN ] : i dont know where i am

66. › ⸺ sms: how? is that possible? 66. › ⸺ sms: i'm getting up, i'll come look for you. 66. › ⸺ sms: keep your phone on.

[lcstpaths]

rebekah for elijah: a chapel with the lights off except for candles.

IT WAS PEACEFUL. And perhaps it was the only place he could find peace, in quiet places like this. Places like these were the only ones where he could stop and shut his mind off for a while, and these days, opportunities like that were hard to come by. The pew beneath him was unforgiving, hard against his back, but there was nothing Elijah found more comforting.

EYES SHUT, basking in the silence, he can hear when she enters. A prick of awareness, though he doesn't allow his lids to flutter open for some moments. "Rebekah." His voice is quiet, breaking the tentative peacefulness he'd been able to find. Gaze coming to settle on her, Elijah extends a hand towards his sister, inviting her closer. "Come. Sit with me. Enjoy the quiet for a moment before you tell me why you're here."

[deand1laurentis]

@divinityblooming , allie hayes sent, i should've fought harder for us back then.

blue eyes were anywhere but on her as they usually would. it had been days since he had gotten into a fight with none other than hunter davenport. did he reacted out of rage that day? yeah. that guy was a prick. dean had to admit that he was one too but he know when to stop. and hunter was just not the type to stop. now he had to share the ice with him and know that allie had gotten with him one night for the thing she had required to happens.

lifting weight as he tried to forget what had happened was hard. especially when allie was there, telling him she should had fought for them harder. a scoff as an eyeroll escape him while he put the weigjt right back on the rack as he turned to her, breath heavier as he cleaned his forehead. " yeah. you should have ... look where we are now. you know what? maybe i should just do this things too ... get someone under me to forget the feelings i am actually feeling and seeing if what i am doing with other girls do hurt you as much as it destroys me to have thought of you with.... him. "