#giveusdeath

[gauntlaet]

[  to c. kenway  : 09.37PM  ]   :   jacob spent the whole evening drunk out of his mind and singing the bob the builder theme song offkey before passing out ontop of clara [  to c. kenway  : 09.37PM  ]   :   i’m going out of my mind here !   family reunions are the worst [  to c. kenway  : 09.38PM  ]   :   they’re all mocking my accent and saying i’ve lost my british roots [  to c. kenway  : 09.38PM  ]   :   anyways miss u like crazy.   hope you miss me too lmfao

@giveusdeath !

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She didn’t suffer long, no. 

It was a brief flash, and she lost all connection to her body. And then she was gone. 

Haytham and Connor stood on a battlefield, back to back almost, as the fought to retake Fort Washington. Their comrades littered the field, most of them dead. But their dead were not alone, no. More Red Coats scattered across the torn courtyard, some covered with rubble from the occasional fire of cannons.  “We need to hurry, Connor!”Her voice rang over the war-zone, a warning. They wouldn’t last forever with the advantages the British had, and they couldn’t risk their lives here. It was clear that the Colonists were going to win, at this point, and their help was no longer needed.  But Connor was always stubborn, like her.  “We have to help them!” His voice retaliated, determination accompanying the anger in his voice. As it always did. More Cannons fired overhead, and Haytham looked to the sky, to see a nearby building come crashing down in a reign of fire.  They were too close, too close.  Haytham was never reckless, she made sure that she always knew what her next move was, and always knew the outcome. Not this time.

“Watch out!” she called, eyes widening as she watched the building’s wall came exploding outward. He would never be able to mode out of the way in time, she realized, as she watched him ignore her warning and continue to fight. 

He was always so, so stubborn. But so was she. Time seemed to slow around them as she pushed the limits of her mortal body, to protect him. When their bodies collided, the world sped up again, and she narrowly managed to preserve his life. They went crashing to the ground a few feet away, safe from the destruction for a breath’s time. Had Connor been prepared for her to bodyslam him like that, neither would have made it.

But she could not save herself. Had she been a moment sooner, or even a half-second late, she would have lived too. 

It was not painless, but she suffered little. She would have willingly suffered through a lot more, to save him. 

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There is an ICY PAIN bubbling from deep within the center of his chest. It EATS at his heart, leaves FROSTBITE gnawing at the edge of his fingers. It has become familiar, almost like an OLD FRIEND. But, he does not WELCOME it.

Not when it WAKES him at night, in the early hours, as if PULLED from a NIGHTMARE. It leaves him CLAWING at his chest, leaves him heaving DESPERATELY for air to fill his dying lungs. It leaves his mind spinning, in a state of PANIC that leaves him feeling HELPLESS.

He does not KNOW what to do, let alone, HOW TO DEAL WITH IT. He is AFRAID, and he is RIGHTLY SO.

Because he’s DYING. The PAIN in his chest is no ILLUSION, and the GUILT he feels for something HE CANNOT HELP is as REAL as the fear that CONSUMES his thoughts, and the SADNESS he feels for leaving his LOVED ONES weighs as heavy on him as the fact that he will NOT live to see the dawn of a new year.

This knowledge has TAKEN ITS TOLL, almost as much as the SICKNESS that weakens his already old body. He is NOT PREPARED to die. The question is, is ANYONE? There is SO MUCH left for him to do, SO MUCH that he needs to take care of.

He’s reminded of ALL of this the one morning he wakes, and the DEATHLY COLD has seized his throat, before FORCING him to attempt and spill the EMPTINESS in his stomach. All he gets is BLOOD. It is the ONLY THING that plagues his thoughts as he dry-heaves on the FLOOR, BEGGING for it to STOP.

He is reminded AGAIN as he lays on his DEATHBEDS, surrounded by BITTER family and ANGRY FRIENDS.

He is NOT reminded as his coffin is placed SIX FEET UNDER. He can NO LONGER feel the ACHE that ATE at him. Because he is DEAD.

[gauntlaet]

THE DEVIL SHE BREATHES,  the girl who has lips that rewrite the curve of history.   within layers of ash  &  ichor,  she breathes.   a tragic mess,  carrying with her everything she was simply meant to climb.   a new home made within the elysian fields,  saccharine trust long passed.   she was silver and iron,  never porcelain.   trust was for those who did not have a mouth filled with wolves teeth  &  thorns growing from their heart.   in persephones stride,  she comes undone.   even if he slaughtered her,  she would thank him for just touching her.   in times of autumn,  she lays.   curled into fists as she clashes,  anger ablaze.   bloomed lavender,  bitten lips  &  she stares,  visibility delicate in comparison.   

❛  you lean too far into your punches             sometime soon you shall end up falling into one of them  &  from there,  your opponent.  ❜

@giveusdeath !

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@giveusdeath replied to your post:

u ever hate someone so much u cant feel ur face

love u

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hope y’all are ready for pain from mother haytham

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Ratonhnhaké:ton || ⁽ᵉᶫʸ/ᵍᶦᵛᵉᵘˢᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ⁾ - Today 03:14 > i cannot fucking handle how sassy haytham is??? but then i think abt u and how haytham prolly uses sass to mask his pain and i m?????