#feelssss

[seancamerons]

Maybe this Christmas by andthecosmogirl

[hiulcus]

@mvndus

  Curled up like a child under the silken sheets covering his tainted skin, he was only naturally drawn towards the heat of His Master’s body beside him. The cold he felt some times, he could possibly attribute to the fact his body was but an infested corpse, unrotten yet cold to the touch. 

  Dead; the nature of his being always would be problematic in his eyes. When free, he struggled between his humanity and devil side; now the question was, whether he was truly a lifeless mannequin or alive in a way he could not comprehend. Did he truly have a will of his own? Or did the strings move his arms to reach for Him...

       And touch his face with lithe, soft fingers---let them feel the shape       of his cheekbones and nose, the depth of his cupid’s bow...his lips.

  “ Mundus... ” Never before had he addressed him by his true name, in fear that this humble servant had no right to speak to his Master without attributing the utmost respect. But maybe now, the questions had driven him to despair. Answers---could he ever demand something from his King?

       “ What would happen to me...if you ever set me free?          This flesh and bones---are they truly lifeless without you holding          them together? Am I truly dead?...”

Maybe this would bring his wrath and coldness upon him, once more, for asking too much or daring to question the form of their connection; the bond.

[littersletters]

“I know I've no right to feel it

but it doesn't mean I don't.”

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

[charmnotcharming]

Rereading tmi is getting me hit by feels again😭😭

(I just remebered the idiot times when i read city of bones and find it boring af and not understanding a single thing)

(tht was abt 3 years ago tho)

(Kitty must be canon)

(also malec feels)

I really have to thank cassie for making such a wonderful series.

[littersletters]

As of today, I have 100 dreams I want true.

RADWIMPS, Nandemonaiya

[more-things-in-heaven-hell]

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. 

—|| The words are said so softly to him—|| as if speaking to loudly would cause more physical pain to his already battered body .

He was laid on silk sheets — - a warm soft robe draped across his body like a caress - slipping from his shoulders in soft waves — a stark contrast to how rough and jagged he feels — still Healing from his ordeal— fresh bandages are lain across his chest and a few up towards his face .

A Blasphemy really— how something so ethereal and Divine could be soiled and roughed up so horribly — the King of Hell laid low and dragged for all to see —- if anyone even cared in the first place .

And yet the soft words , said like a prayer — like a confession— give his dull eyes a spark of life again .

He slowly drags his serpent gaze upwards towards the face of his devotee —- his Knight, his friend — His Man.

“In what world would I ever leave you My Dear Adam..” he tried to be boastful to be prideful - but it could not erase the fact that that world came very close to being factual .

[inkfishie]

[ohmygaylanta]

Run to me.. run to me, yeah