#indxstress

[sonofshadow]

[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like

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                            [ sms: meg ]  as if                            [ sms: meg ]  oh you know just                             [ sms: meg ]  tracking down the last soul tied to the st. valentines day massacre                             [ sms: meg ]  since the soul is almost a century old i didn’t want to look too imposing                             [ sms: meg ]  attachment: selfiegame1003149.jpg

[caelestimortemarchived]

@indxstress​ : ‘ i could go into detail, but i’m not going to. ’

                “  and  why  is  that  ?  “  the  archangel  raised  an  eyebrow ,  eyeing  the  goddess  .  she  didn’t  trust  nor  did  she  want  to  .  after  all ,  she  was  an  archangel  .  she  only  trusted  her  siblings  to  a  point  .  “  is  it  because  of  who  and  what  i  am  or  ?  “ 

[brokenmagxc]

❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞

richard siken sentence starters. || @indxstress

        HE FEELS AS IF she has crafted a fine-tuned lie for him, dipped in brightly colored paint that splashes and soaks into paler skin. spoken a million times, yet softer in his presence. did he earn the fleeting nature of truth that she spins like spider silk through her teeth ? he can tell she has held back on him since the dawn of their beginning. a funny thing. where did you go, what did you see, oh divine and lost beauty ? his ballads suffocate her - she could not speak of it even if she wanted to.

        BUT HE DOES NOT ask much. she looks troubled, but hides it well under her glowing complexion. fleeting as she may be, he could learn more from her soft-spoken mannerisms than she probably felt comfortable showing. so he doesn’t bring it up, even if it worries him to think of something else restraining her. but he knows, and he watches. he too had left and drowned in such self-consuming unease. he hopes, at the very least, to lend her light should she descend further into unknown darkness.

        “ DON’T WORRY about it. ” a small and gentle smile warms onto his face - an extension of his willingness to be patient and work with the situation. he offers a sense of knowing that dresses him in the shadow of a tender-mannered oracle. “ i like to believe that the right things reveal themselves with time. besides, I’LL STILL BE HERE if you ever need to see me. the unknown doesn’t bother me as much when you’re around. ”

[irritablefacade]

/ /      MEG .

                                 ❝  3AM            SO LITTLE COLUMN A ,  LITTLE COLUMN B.  ❞     HER RESPONSE, SO VERY NATURAL yet shallow and light as the paper mobile that danced against the ceiling, angels spinning in the breeze from the open window with pressed-together hands and halos they rarely had in reality. Meg turned a page of her newspaper, and she looked at him with dark coloured eyes that were more alert than anyone ought to have at half past witching hour, and she folded the newspaper along its precise lines, laid it down and set her scotch glass to it’s side, lined up along the counter top.

                            ❝ Sorry for drugging you. Eggs? ❞  

NONE TOO SURPRISINGLY ,  BRIAN HAS HAD WORSE .   THE WORLD INSISTS ON PEELING HIS EYELIDS OPEN ,   AND HE’S FORCED TO THE WAKING WORLD SPRAWLED AND DRIBBLING .      The back of his sleeve solves the latter as the room dances above his head in the gloom.  Some sweet allusion to death calls him back,  but the apparition at the corner of his left eye rather demands his attention.  Meg’s methods are questionable,  to say the least,  but the man does worse to himself.      “  Yeah  --- ?  Yeah.  ”      His nose aches,  sniffing doesn’t rid him of that cold bite,  nor the cotton-mouth he suffers.      “  Drink,  too.  ”      In the dark she’s just like a dream,  half there for him and half not.  He could reach out and put his hand right through her.      “  You,  uh. . .,  sure know how to get my attention.  ”

[killedbyvoldemort]

Trick or Treat! 🎃

here is your ominous halloween gift  /  accepting 

[terrifiesall]

@indxstress

      Death turns her eyes to the woman. She part of the dust that remained of the old world. Those old Gods didn’t really mean anything. After Christianity conquered there was no reason they should meet. But Death was different. She was curious. Turning her head back, she stands before a statue of Hades. At least what the humans thought he looked like. It was funny. When a man who had rode with her. Comes back and becomes a king. A smile slowly shifts forms on the slight pale features. 

[mythmoor]

                          ❛  CALL MY INTEREST AN ARCHITECTURAL ONE.  ❜  why else travel all the way to greece, you say? judging by a rather wandering gaze, fascination remained ambivalent at best.   ❛  — i have an eye for beauty, as they so shamelessly say.  ❜  quirking an amused brow, the god entertained the thought of combining a tour with that of concluding drinks; he’s heard everything about the local wine.

* ~ @indxstress ◇ * ´

[titansruler-a-blog]

@indxstress | * starter call

     his  signature  twisted  smile  is  brought  up  in  situations  like  this  --  when  someone  somehow  come  to  the  conclusion  that  they  could  outsmart  him .  “  don’t  try  too  hard  MEGARA .  i  know  that  you’ll  never  be  able  to  get  such  a  deal  that  would  free  me  from  tartarus .  quit  trying  to  blind  me  with  your  lies,  child .  ”