#earlygraave

[safefromsin]

@mlotov & @earlygraave

          “---No way. Where have you been keeping this stuff, Mary??” 

[prophesyr]

this one goes out to @hoodedhuntrcss, @earlygraave, and @sanctemony. remember: you started this.

          no one will speak of today. no mind will speculate, and no hushed tones will carry rumors of what happened in this church. and certainly, no one will forget it: when the father, once fully immersed in a calm dissection of the book of job, fell to the ground of his own chapel. they will remember how he gasped and coughed; hands grasping for his chest, the nearest pew, the hands of the faithful; anything that may help to harbor him. the distant panic in his eyes will HAUNT them well past collapse—how they pleaded for life and death at once. and his voice...

                              ‘   —don’t,   ’     was all he could manage, and his mind screamed like a lost child, not her. not her. he could shout with it, argue  m o r t a l i t y  with god until his voice breaks and all that comes out is the raw taste of blood, but it will do no good.

          THE LORD GIVETH ;  it gave him something most can only dream about, something so pure and altogether holy that even the father felt unworthy at times. it gave him more than a man with his background deserved, more than he could hold steady, more than he could protect, and he felt the burn of that knowledge in a searing chill settled now between every joint. he would later find his hands bleeding from the forced curl of his fingers into his own palms, and his glasses crushed somewhere between his fall and that of someone’s shoe. these were nothing compared to what mortal sin stripped of his family.

          he saw it. with his forehead pressed to the floor of his sanctuary, he bore witness to the cruelest test of faith yet. he gasped with her in blinding, uneven breaths. he fought with her, as though he could do anything all these miles away. the almighty knew his own devoted could no more pull him from the floor than he could  p r o t e c t  her. and until his eyes refused to open, until his throat ached and his mouth could no longer articulate more than a quiet,     ‘   please,   ’     until he felt darkness lead her away to safety, he sobbed for her.

          radio chatter buzzed outside the doors, not from the guards outside, but a message for them. his breath came in heaves, even as he allowed himself to be pulled back to sit. the world was dark, made of no more than dim light and shapes. even when the doors finally opened, joseph’s comprehension of REALITY was as distant as her. still, though his chest ached with the weight of what would come next and the struggle to pull his soul back in, and his voice carried like a lead anchor, he told the first shadow in the disjointed daylight,

          ‘   take me to see her.   ’

[agentbeyond-a]

DEMIGOD AU. hannah, daughter of aphrodite

for @earlygraave

[peacefulapostle--a]

@earlygraave  ||  cause i thought you liked the starter call but you get one anyway.

“Is everything okay?” Concern shines all over the apostle’s face as they sit on the swing of his porch. His sister in law is a woman he respects with every fiber of his being, but something seems off with the normally happy woman. A hand comes to place over hers that sits in her lap. “You can talk to me you know. We’re both caught up in all this craziness and we may as well stick together.” Truth be told, if it were him answering the question then his honest answer would be simple. No. 

[iscariotsdeputy]

@earlygraave replied to your post: judgement will be passed no matter what he says,  his fate will not change.  it will be exactly as they wanted and willed it to be.

    “I...Is that good? That help me at all? Not exactly the biggest fan of ‘fate’. I mean, you picked it. It’s not fate. It’s just your choice.”

[blesscdbliss]

Joy

Send a word and I’ll write a drabble or headcanon for it // Accepting

They were all so busy lately. Times like these didn’t happen often, much less when it was her turn to host them all. 

Faith wished she could take a snapshot in her head. That despite all the contention of the world outside, she could remember this moment in time.

She hadn’t caught whatever Jacob had said, but he and John were snickering to each other. As quiet as he could be, Jacob had a hidden sense of humor you wouldn’t necessarily assume he had. 

Hannah and Joseph sat near the head of the table, hand in hand as Hannah told him about her day and Joseph hung off every word she said. Faith wondered if she’d ever find something like that. 

But she could not make the moment last forever. Setting down the last side dish she’d prepared, a bowl of green beans, she took her seat next to Hannah, smile wide.

[edens-heir]

@earlygraave

Sara looked over at her mother, and bit her lip nervously. She'd been wanting to talk about this for a while, but hadn't been sure how to bring it up. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and managed to ask, "Mama? I - I don't mean to bother you, but... Can I talk to you about something?"

[skiesking]

okay, but now I gotta know about nick's first flight

exhilarating and terrifying all in one. he’d been around planes for so long, learning everything there was to know about the family trade since before he was tall enough to reach the controls - and always dreaming of the day he’d be able to take flight.

probably why he took his first flight in secret. far too young to be doing so, though that certainly wasn’t going to stop him. he was a child, young and reckless but ready all the same. a quick flight in the dead of night. he fell in love immediately. the rush of it all was everything he had imagined and more. and he was good at it! maybe it was all the time he spent learning, maybe it was something in his blood. but he took to it quickly, and realized that night that this was what he wanted to do his whole life.

( not that it stopped him from getting in so much trouble when he came back home from his little joyride. but it was too late. he’d already fallen in love with the sky. )