#eililithe

[jesstanleys]

LIGHTNING            SPEARS            HER            OPEN.         it  is  heaven  itself  opening  before  her,        the  thousand     -     eyed  terror  staring  back  at  her            (            she  chokes  on  god’s  wrath,       tongue  curled  into  a  striking  point            ).            who  knew  jessica  stanley  was  anything  more  than  hot  air?   she’s  a  conduction  point,    too!  it  wraps  itself  around  her,      a  tender  caress  for  a  girl  who  has  lost  the  language  of  affection          -         it  is  an  embrace!     it  shakes  free  all  her  pained  memories,     leaves  her  as  an  empty  vessel  for  an  anger  that  does  not  follow.   WHAT  FOLLOWS  IS   .   .   .    COLD  LONELINESS.

she  stumbles  through  the  fresh  forest,  foot  catching  on  a  root  until  she  is  half   -   dragged  into  slick  mud.   it  cakes  her  tongue,   threatens  to  choke  her  into  nothing,   but  she  presses  on       (      no  one  knows  survival  as  deeply  as  pretty  girls       ).   a  house  emerges,   a  flickering  flame,     and  it  is  strangely  familiar     -     everything  else  is  distant,   vague,    but  the  house   .   .   .    a  knock,   hands  curling  around  her  shivering  body,    eyes  blown  wide.    ❛❛   lilith?   ❜❜     @eililithe​

[jasonbrennerold]

“don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in.” @eililithe​

he does his best to come across as a normal guy, tries to seem well put together, but things slip through the cracks. moments like these, little things sending him back to the life he used to live. paranoia builds at the slightest thing, small triggers that push him into a fragile state. it had been sudden, a switch flipped in his head that sent him into a panic in the middle of the mall, running off to hide in a corner somewhere. curled up, refusing to speak. he thought he'd lost her, but she found him. scared, crying, curled up in a ball. her questions go unanswered, grip around himself tightening.        ❝  i c— i can't.   ❞        not now, not like this. his past is a long story, something rough and difficult that shouldnt - couldn't - be quickly explained in the corner of a mall. he makes a sound akin to a whimper, wipes at his eyes in a weak attempt to seem fine.        ❝  no—not here.   ❞

[jasonbrennerold]

“close your eyes. go back to sleep. nothing can hurt you while i’m here.” @eililithe​

breathing is heavy, flashbacks to the lab still linger in his head. so many years have passed, so much time, he thought he'd moved on. he thought his childhood was long behind him, thought that the horrors he'd faced weren't who he was anymore. he'd killed his father, had taken out the boogey man, why wasn’t everything better?

her words are a comfort, help to calm him slowly. he knows he’s safe, especially with her, but still the fear lingers. her fingers brush through his hair and he finds himself leaning into the touch, leaning into her. safety, comfort. he's desperate for both. a shaky breath escapes him before eyes flutter shut, sinking into the touch, hoping desperately to truly relax. it'd been a while since he had one so bad.

❝  im alright.   ❞        quietly spoken, heartrate slowly going down.        ❝  i’m okay.   ❞

[dinlustrisarchive]

@eililithe ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ﹕❝ Never be so kind you forget to be clever. ❞ from  EVERMORE  sentences starters, not accepting.

ADVICES APART ,  it was something one heard quite often. how she was often too good, too kind, for people who did not deserve her love or kindness. although many might think otherwise, being kind wasn’t a weakness, it was a gift, something she stood for. it didn’t mean her intelligence would be affacted by it, quite the other way around.

smirk across her lips, words leaving her lips. ❝ never be so clever you forget to be kind. ❞

[jesstanleys]

(ʘ‿ʘ)    (   ...   )    sent  by  @eililithe​.        accepting.

STARDOM            REQUIRES            SACRIFICE.    a  woman  is  not  a  woman   ;   she  is  a  collection  of  would  -  be  sacrifices   (   man  was  fashioned  from  clay,   woman  was  fashioned  by    ...    BLANK  STATE,    TABULA  RASA,     THERE  IS  NO  GREATER  CREATOR  THAN   -   ).   it  was  her  privacy  that  disappeared  first,   swallowed  whole  by  the  jaws  of  cameras  and  gossip  pages.   her  dignity,   in  little  roles.   the  twinkle  in  her  eyes,   the  love  of  the  art.   STILL,   SHE  REMAINS   (   ...   )    sometimes,   it’s  worth  it.    sometimes,    it’s  even  fun.    sometimes,   she  traces  her  fingertips  over  her  crystallized  sacrifices  and  she  absorbs  a  little  bit  of  herself  all  over  again.    SOMETIMES,     THERE’S  LILITH     [     jessica  hasn’t  been  to  church  for  a  long  time,   but  lilith  feels  like  a  holy  experience   :    terrifying  and  beautiful     ].

THE  CHILD  IN  FRONT  OF  THEM  IS  DISTINCTLY  UNHOLY.    if  the  devil  were real,   he  would  be  a  child  aged  eight  to  fourteen.   with  his  sticky  hands  and  his  penchant  for  trouble!   he’d  stuck  bubblegum  into  jessica’s  hair  earlier  and  she’d  just  gotten  it  out   (   she  was  worth  only  her  looks,    an  identity  formed  from  beauty   ;   a  small  stick  of  gum  could  have  ruined  her  fucking  career   ).     ❝   i  didn’t  lose  him   (   ...    )   i  just  have  no  idea  where  he  is.    ❞ 

[stonedgilbert]

@eililithe​ said :  🌿 hehe

He hasn’t cared much for holidays in what felt like a lifetime - he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d used them as anything more than an excuse to drink on someone else’s dime by showing up to a holiday party. And this was no different - he was more than a few drinks in, though there was mostly a lack of any sort of interest in the more festive things happening around him. His shoulder leaned against the doorframe lazily as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip, gaze blank as he stared out over the people in the party, but then she was pausing next to him, making one of his eyebrows quirk up in silent question. He was more used to being ignored than anything else, after all, so someone actually stopping was odd, as far as he was concerned. “What?” he hummed, before his eyes flicked up, narrowing in on the bundle of green hanging above the door. “I forgot about that.”

[fehll]

@eililithe​     ↷     starter  call  .

“  but  my  whole  life  is  there  !  “   a  life  of  cruelty  &  bruises ,    any  lingering  love  had  been  given  away  with  her  hand  to  marriage  ,   yet  still  she  persists ;   still  her  grip  is  with  white  knuckles  on  what  modicum  of  home  she  had .

[mieczlw-a]

♡  FOR  A  STARTER.

“   I’LL  TAKE  ANOTHER  WHISKEY.   “    he’d  been  propping  up  the  bar  at  his  usual  spot  since  the  end  of  his  shift ,  uniform  now  loose  at  the  neck , unbuttoned.  the  bartender  was  new ,  but  not  once  had  she  missed  his  call  for  a  refill  all  night  and  that’s  exactly  what  one  looks  for  in  a  tender  ;  he  likes  her ,  she  should  stick  around.  not  that  he  would  ever  openly  comment  on  that.   “   and one  for  yourself ,  whatever  you  want.   “  

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