#feithaven

[aercangel]

❛   YOU KNOW WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE,   sweet  love.  should  you  be  the  eyes,  i’ll  be  the  throat,  and  some  things  must  be  heard.   ----    shadows  have  taken  us  again.  fingers  drape  your  vision,  like  threads  they  strain,  sluggish,  impudent   ---  they  snake  around  your  neck.  her  thumb  presses  against  your  breath  swelling,  you  choke,  again.  i  swore  i’d  keep  you  safe.  free.  i  intend  to  keep  it.  action  must  be    -  will  be  -    taken.     ❜   

[aercangel]

mara  &  rachel.

[aercangel]

rachel: there are a thousand holy eyes watching us, watch how you behold m- mara:

[aercangel]

❛   IF YOU MUST STAY    as  the  futile  hecatomb  you’ve  made  of  yourself,  you’ll  at  least  let  me  soothe  the  defilement  making  home  at  the  pits  you’ve  carved.  let  me  see.        ❜

[sonnefever]

❛   DID YOU PRAY FOR MOTHER TO FALL?    İ’ve  always  wanted  to  ask.  did  she  find  you  herself  ?    what’d  pluck  a  daisy  from  it’s  bed  ?    love  ?       ❜

[stchel]

VITREOUS GAZE, PALLID IN ITS LUSTRE,   she  stares  deceivingly  morose,  thought  -  laden  silvers  billow  within  the  ashy  waves  she  keeps  daringly  directed  within  the  blues   of  the  all  -  auguring.  lithe  leg  tops  the  other  in  sumptuous  grace,  the  sharp  of  her  knee  presses  against  the  ceiling,  the  arch  of  her  back  pushes  her  ribs  to  swallow whole  the  room.     ❛     i’ll  keep  it  short  &  sweet.  you  feed  me,  i’ll  feed  you.       ❜

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡.          ♡            @racheljessop

[theirkind]

❛ It’s all a mess: The one out there. The one in here. The one that’s coming. ❜

*  ACCEPTING  SUSPIRIA  PROMPTS .

       a  deep,  complex  crease  made  a  maze  of  his  forehead.   the  center,   between  the  brows,  being  at  its  most  perplexed.   ❛ what ...    what’s  coming ?   what  are  you  talking  about ? ❜   he  shook  his  head  as  he  spoke,   the  notion  of  MESSES  and  WHAT’S  OUT  THERE  could  mean  all  sorts  of  things.   to  what  did  she  mean ?   he  had  no  goddamn  clue.  

@feithaven

[hebelieves-a-blog]

❛ We all create stories to protect ourselves. ❜

𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

   𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝚃 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽 . shadow was aware that that thought alone was ridiculous. colours weren’t meant to be felt, they were meant to be seen. but there was something strange going on with him that day. or night. he couldn’t really remember what time it was and the more shadow tried to think the more lightheaded he got. the sky didn’t have a moon or a sun for him to guide himself by, just a veil of mist that seemed to extend itself all the way up to the stratosphere. shadow moon stared up at the skies with his mouth open for what felt like hours before finally managing to focus on the woman in front of him. she had spoken to him. something about people and stories. sounded like something wednesday would say. shadow believed in wednesday therefore he HAD to believe in her.     ❝   yeah ... no , absolutely.  ❞     the ex-con managed to say , trying to focus on that ... person. had they met? they must have, right? it was just the two of them talking in the middle of that field. he must have seen her before otherwise he wouldn’t feel this at ease. even if he hadn’t her voice made the world around him vibrate in a very comforting way.

   ❝   i’m ━━ sorry , uhm.  ❞     he chuckled sheepishly . she felt green too ! but not the pine tree kind of green, shadow thought. more of a chemically infused beverage green ... or a poisonous tropical frog green ... too vibrant to be real. TOO BRIGHT TO BE SAFE . one large hand touched his mouth, covering the smile which had lingered there for too long. only when he spoke again did shadow realise it belonged to him.    ❝   what’s my story again?  ❞