#dogthropy

[dracomai]

❛     DISGUSTING.     ————     you look like you have fleas.     ❜     //     @dogthropy

[wolfthropy]

❛ i won’t lie. that hurt. ❜

the  dichotomy  of  man  and  wolf.  tender,  heart  full  of  ruptures  and  dismembered  flesh  and  mind.  he  is  of  ruination:  only  a  sum  of  broken  things,  like  a  saint’s  antonym,  a  rendition  of  stained  glass.  together,  they  are  a  thin  red  line.  a  string,  perhaps.  frayed  and  disheveled  quite  like  their  swirling  bond,  and  within  observation,  he  can  see  that  line  stretching.  stretching,  becoming  something  of  both  moiety  and  ruins.  it  is  his  own  doing,  he  supposes.   (   awake  at  night,  sweating  and  shivering  at  the  same  time,  he  sees  it.  he  sees  the  crack  of  light  that  blinds  the  eyes,  hears  the  piercing  screams  of  the  now  dead.  he  wonders,  sometimes,  how  it  is  that  two  people  he  loved  so  dearly  can  be  taken  so  quickly.  he  wonders,  sometimes,  if  it  is  his  fault.  )   he  is  a  leech  of  a  man.  spent  with  such  soul-sucking  attachment  to  beloved.  it  was  once  affection,  now  it  is  desperation. 

(   can  you  taste  it?   guilt.  )    guilt  is  a  devouring  foe.  it  eats  away  at  what  minuscule  hope  remains,  turns  him  into  some  athanasy,  deathless,  wild  killer.  drenched  in  his  own  accusation.  it  weighs  heavy still  on  the  tongue.  he  wish  he  never  spoke  it.  he  wishes  he  never  spoke  at  all.   ❛   i  know.  do  you  forgive  me?   did  you  forgive  me?  ❜     if  only  saccharine  would  visit  them  again,  if  only  bliss  would  leave  the  brush  of  a  kiss  to  their  hearts  to  be  explored.  it  is  like  he  was  there  with   him.  it  is  like  he,  too,  lost  portions  of  his  own  soul  those  times.   ❛   for  thinking  it  was  you,  that  is.  how  can  you  forgive  such  a  thing?  ❜

@dogthropy

[doethropy-blog]

❛ is this our life now? is this our new normal? ❜

  *      /      @dogthropy   !

  A SIGH SLIPS  from your lips.  hands tighten around the cup of warm tea in between your fingers.  caffeine was bad for the baby   ;   or so you’ve been told.  your eyes watch your husband scurry around the house.  you don’t even know what he’s doing anymore.      ❛   siri, you know we wish we could join you, but it’s just not realistic anymore.  i can barely go to the loo without james hovering, you really believe he’d let me go with you two to do  …  whatever it is you’re planning to do  ?   ❜      green hues leave your husband to fall to his best friend   /   his brother.  now yours.  a small smile placed on your lips as you lean closer to him, you voice lowering only for him.      ❛   although, if you can get him out of the house for a few hours, i’ll give you whatever you want from this world.   ❜      /      meme.

[doethropy-blog]

  *      /      @dogthropy   !

  YOUR BODY BOUNCES  as you shift your weight from leg to leg.  maybe this was a bad idea.  what if he just simply didn’t like you  ?  what if he didn’t want to be your friend  ?  a sigh falls from your lips   ;   you already bought the coffee   --   who’s it going to hurt to offer  ?  fingers tighten around the warmth as you finally spot him within the crowd of students.  smile grows as you hop to a start to catch up with him.       ❛   sirius, wait.  i, uh, well   . . .   i got you some coffee.   ❜