#heorpheus

[vohvk-a]

' you’re so much different when we’re alone . ‘   ‣   @heorpheus .

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃    𝐈𝐒    𝐍𝐎𝐓    𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆    ,    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒    𝐎𝐅    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐁𝐎𝐘    ?    he    says    ,    nothing    .    he    says    ,    i    am    nothing    .    he    becomes    nothing    but    boy    ,    no    responsibility    ,    no    debt    to    the    earth    .    here    ,    in    the    comfort    of    his    bedroom    ,    scott    is    the    easy    sling    of    his    backpack    to    the    floor    ,    the    kick    up    of    his    heels    .    gaming    headset    hangs    around    his    neck    .    ❛    uh    —    is    that    a    bad    thing    ?    ❜

[mysterynerd]

' i’ll bring the movies and you bring the popcorn . that’s our plan for tonight . ‘   //   @heorpheus .

❛      𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘   ,      𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐈𝐅   𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑   i   choose   ?    can   you   at   least   tell   me   the   movies   you’re   bringing   ,      shuh  -  should   i   —   should   i   match   in   theme   ?   as   in   ,   caramel   popcorn   for   a   comedy   ,   or   something   spicy   for   horror   ,   or   —   am   i   over   thinking   this   ?      i’m   over   thinking   this   .   please   just   come   over   with   the   movies   ,   i   don’t   even   have   flavored   popcorn   .    ❜

[lydstm]

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

𝐁𝐎𝐘     𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒     𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘       /       𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄    𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃    𝐎𝐅    𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐌   ,   some   kind   of   salve   she   did   not   ask   for   ,          but   needed   .          even   still   ,          lydia   keeps   her   own   arms   wrapped   tight   around   her   middle   ,        self  - soothing   ,         defensive   .         wants   to   ask   are   you   there   are   you   there   with   me   sometimes   it   feels   so   overwhelmingly   silent   ,         but   instead   ,         she   clears   her   throat   .        blinks   away   the   burn   behind   her   lashes   .        ❛    alone   where   ?      you’re   standing   right   here   ,           harvey   .        ❜          IT   IS   EASY   TO   PLAY   FOOL   ,         even   now   ,              sometimes   .         ❛    anyway   ,        i’m   bored   .        are   we   watching   a   movie   or   not   ?    ❜

♡   𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   »   @heorpheus .

[divainity-aa]

           the  gloss  of  eyes  over  frame  against  him  in  leather  booth;   a  look  found  flattering  to  some,  repulsive  to  most.  condescension  in   how  it  combs.   he’ll  roll  his  eyes  at  the  inquiry,   ————   WHY   WOULD  YOU   HELP   ME  ?    begrudging  kindness,  it  seems,  though  more   parts  selfish  than  it  appears  (    as    most   gestures   of    his    are.    )   spite  at  rival  jocks  makes  for  good  motivation,  enough  to  shield  harvey.    this  time.   an  arm  still  thrown  over  shoulder,  in  the  same  place  it  was  during  crass  charade.     peculiar,  isn’t  it  ?     ❝   i  just  saved  your  ass  from  getting  pummeled by  those  pricks  &  that’s  what  you’re  going  with  ?   how  about  :   wow reg thanks so much for saving my life,  you’re  my  hero,  or  :  wow  reg  you’re  the  best,  what  would  i  do  without  a  hottie  like  you  nearby !   ❞   

         fingers  wave  with  theatrics,  feigning    before  they  reach  to  grab  glass,  the  bitter  sip  of  a  milkshake  that  isn’t  his.  a  token  taken  for  his  noble  efforts.  stolen,  more   like.    ❝   i  mean  really,  it’s  the  least  you  can  do.    ❞       /    @heorpheus​

[divainity-aa]

crimson !!

crimson:  how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

to be honest i have no idea. like i’ve been staring at this ask for like an hour and i don’t see reggie as passionate about. anything. like he kinda doesn’t have a lot of motivation when it comes to success mostly because he doesn’t have to. he’s rich and doesn’t have to work a day in his life if he doesn’t want to. he has a family business lined up for him if he chooses to that would pay ridiculously well. like there’s almost nothing for reggie to … be passionate about. 

but, if i had to choose on thing:  football.   i remember making a long ass post about this on the old blog, but i’ll say it again: football gave reggie so much as a person, not just an athlete. not only was playing football a good outlet for reggie’s anger, him being the hothead that he is, but it pushed him to pursue leadership. it taught him what it meant to be a leader when he was made team captain. it taught him discipline, the importance of physical fitness and pushed him to get to a point where he truly loved his body, getting it to the shape he wanted it to be. it taught him what i meant to be on a team, even though he sucks at being a team player sometimes, and encouraged him to understand what it meant to belong to something bigger than himself. it taught him what it meant to have goals and to go the extra mile for something that you love. sure, it’s just hs sports if you look at it from an outsider perspective, but when you think about how reggie doesn’t really have a need for goals being of the status that he is, but still somehow found one in a sport? that’s incredible. 

[moonhurts]

❛ are you... blushing?                                                        -- @heorpheus​

maybe he’d accidentally walked in on harvey without a shirt on. maybe he’d also proceeded to slap his hand immediately over his eyes with an abrupt apology on his lips.  maybe he’d remember to knock on a closed door next time.

but when harvey calls him out like this, so blatant and smug, well?  isaac’s rethinking all of those maybes and turning them into definitelys.

     ‘ am i-- no. no, i’m not blushing. ’

if harvey could see his eyes, they’d definitely be in a defiant glare right now.  if harvey could also hear his pulse, it’d definitely indicate he’s lying.  the blush creeps like a fever vine up his throat, mottled red like pansies in a field.  isaac decides to forgo the modesty in favour of folding his arms over his chest.  the blush spreads to his ears.

     ‘ stop looking at me like that. it’s not funny. ’

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[moonhurts]

❛ i’m not the monster he wants me to be. (harvey not wanting to hunt witches like his father???? quality content) | @heorpheus​

the sheer determination of his words carve deeply into the silence stretched between them, disrupting the flow of his thoughts like tyres screeching to a stop.  isaac looks up at harvey then, in all of his almost-car-crash glory, enraptured by the sight of a near miss.  not the monster.  not the witch hunter branded senseless killer.  isaac’s struck with the thought that allison would really like this one, all soft edges and warm smiles, a bluebird born among ravens.

yes, allison, you’d have liked him very much -- just like i do.

          ‘ nous protègons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protèger eux-měmes. ’

he speaks in perfect french, head tilted to the side as he watches harvey with unadulterated affection.  two steps closer, a hand moves up to slide along the side of harvey’s neck, pausing when it cups his face tenderly, fingertips brushing gently at his hair.

     ‘ no. you’re not. ’     blue eyes travel the length of his face, as if memorising its every detail.  so this was what it felt like to be painfully close to an angel.  isaac finds he rather likes it, like icarus drawn to the sun on a cold winter’s morning.     ‘ --it’s why i want you so much. ’

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[moonhurts]

*throws confetti* welcome back asldfjlaksjdfgklajs

thank u stinky gemini, we missed u