#forgedpenance

[forgedleader]

       head lifts halfheartedly, lidded gaze barely registering the approaching silhouette. she’s never looked weak to him   ——   still doesn’t   ——   but for the first time since she came down in that pod guns blazing, she looks small.   not fragile: he can’t pinpoint it, but she looks harmless, though he knows better than to make that assumption.   ❛   let me guess   ——   ❜   her words stick out in his mind   ...   no, not her words.   A L I E.   they didn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know, but affirmation still feels like a punch in the gut.   especially coming from her.   no, not her.   A L I E.   ❛   you’re here for round two.   ❜   he sheathes his words with a smirk, though his joke is hoarse on a sandpaper throat.

[forgedleader]

✉

send me ✉ for 5 texts bellamy didn’t send yours, and one text he did.

( text → cute ) hey. i just heard about your leg. i’m sorry.( text → cute ) you okay?( text → cute ) i’ve been trying to think of how to say this but we just dont do deep talks( text → cute ) you’ll pull through, reyes. you always do.( text → cute ) if you need anything, you know i’m here, right?

( text → cute ) why didn’t anybody tell me how acrid tequila tastes oh my god

[warbuilt]

[MSG: ] Speaking French in bed SOUNDS hot, but turns out I only know “baguette” and “bonjour.”

texts || @forgedpenance || accepting

[ msg ;; little birdy ] raven, babe, i love you, i do.[ msg ;; little birdy ] and no one can deny that you’re a literal genius[ msg ;; little birdy ] but you’re dumb as fuck sometimes[ msg ;; little birdy ] you’re LATINA.[ msg ;; little birdy ] SPEAK SPANISH.[ msg ;; little birdy ] thats hotter than french. trust me.

[archaeologist-blog]

@forgedpenance.

          ‘   SKAI  KRU.   ‘   THE  NAME  ITSELF  BURNS  ON  HER  tongue.   it’s  the  taste  of  death  &  ruination,   spilled  viscera  on  a  ground  that  was  her  home  before  it  was  a  battlefield.   calloused  fingers  clutch  the  grip  of  her  bow,  string  pulled  back  to  cheek  with  target  in  sight.   it’s  a  clear  shot  from  her  perch  in  the  treetop  &  she  has  every  reason  to  take  it  ---  but  she  doesn’t,  a  decision  she  will  surely  regret.   ‘    yu beda nou be hir.   ‘   foreign  patois,  spoken  with  a  clenched  jaw  &  gritted  teeth.   a  thick  silence  settles  upon  the  forest  floor  before  she  lowers  her  weapon  &  raises  her  chin,  eyeing  the  intruder  with  a  gaze  as  sharp  as  a  hundred  blades.   ‘   speak.   WHY  ARE  YOU  HERE ?   this  is  no  place  for  you  or  your  people.   ‘     

[fangedbarbie-blog1]

@forgedpenance.

          ❛   I THOUGHT YOU WERE supposed to know everything !   ❜ 

[rosedcrown-blog]

@forgedpenance ♡’d.

  ‘   ────  ‘ey.   i ‘ave a serious question, ‘n a followup question.  ya’ ever make a stink bomb ?  if yes,  will ya’ teach me ? ’