#keptpeace

[heavenlyexiled]

‘ it absolutely kills me that i wasn’t there for you . ’

too exhausted to link the meme BUT THANK U FOR SENDING IT u a mvp for sure!!!!!

    elizabeth winces as she forces herself to sit up when paul enters the room. she tries to smile at him, but the throbbing ache coming from her side makes it difficult. “hey.” her voice is hoarse, water would be nice. maybe later. guilt is painted all over his face as he approaches the bed she’s resting on. his words make her frown & her hand rises to stop him from speaking.

                                             bold to do such a thing to a herald.

    “stop. don’t–” she hisses in pain as she tries to reach out, to hold his hand & comfort him. “—don’t be blaming yourself. that outpost didn’t stand a chance against the resistance. they don’t care who they kill. as long as the people on the other end are with the project—they’ll gun us all down.” elizabeth frowns when she says that out loud. it’s sad and unfair, but true. the violence paul’s brothers & sister have created brought out the resistance. fueled their anger and some sort of fantasy of becoming a martyr to stop every last seed & their plans. 

    “none of this is your fault, paul.” she offers him a small smile, wincing as she leans back to try and relieve the pain. “i wish things could have gone differently for us, for the project. but…” she leaves those words unsaid. joseph is THEIR prophet. not hers. he’s paul’s brother, his family. not hers. she can blame the others for the violence. not paul.

                      FAITH and her bliss.

                                                   JOHN and his torture.

                                                                                JACOB and his soldiers.

                                                                                                            JOSEPH and his fantasy.

    she’s doubted before—she always doubts but. the project ensures safety. safety for her kid. paul is a kind man, one not a lot would suspect given his name—-his family. he doesn’t wish harm on anyone—not from what she’s seen. “if anything, i should be apologizing. you told me the outpost was already on edge. that it might not be safe and i still went.” elizabeth offers a somber smile before her eyes shut with a sharp breath, her hand leaving his to grasp the bandage around her side. “it’s no one’s fault but my own that i got shot. don’t blame yourself for everything you can’t control, paul.” blue hues open to meet his. “you’ll drive yourself mad.” 

[warkept-arc]

hhh wips of gifts for @sanctemony and @keptpeace . its john and paul. vaguely. ISJDFISDF. planning on lining / coloring tomorrow. 

[dcputyrook]

@keptpeace replied to your post: “alder watching....”

you’re definitely cancelled now. wow we can MOURN.

"you’re brother was a horrible person who could have easily gone to see a therapist about all of his trauma with your asshole dad. instead, he let his cruelty and anger get the better of him as he unleashed his wrath all across an area of people who did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to him.”

[iculltheweak-blog]

can you believe after all i put up with john? he's picking on me?

“He’s lashing out because of his crow's feet and hairline, try not to take it personally.” 

[hartsiick]

@keptpeace || SC (For Carol!)

“It really is good to see you back here. “   He had been halfway up the steps to his home when he had just so happened to glance over his shoulder and catch sight of Carol walking past.  “...It’s starting to feel a little bit like old times, huh?” 

[euesworld]

"The beauty in a face only lasts so long, but beauty from the heart like yours transcends time.. without your beauty my life would be incomplete, barren. Without your beauty, I would feel no touch from love.. and I just want you to know that not only do I appreciate you, but I love you from depths of me so deep that sometimes I believe that they aren't in me at all, but within you."

My love for you may have come from within you all along, me just glimpsing and touching it, making it mine.. but it was always beauty in you, maybe? - Eue

[warkept-arc]

             @keptpeace​ & ashley went on a date !!

                  There was seldom a chance for Ashley and Paul to go on real dates. Sometimes they’d have dinner at his home, sometimes they’d spend a few days together as Ashley recovered from injuries, but those were hardly moments of romance. Tonight, though, the two had snuck out for a picnic under the stars. 

                   A small smile rests on Ashley’s lips as he stares lovingly at his partner. So beautiful, he thought, Paul was just so damn beautiful. Everything about him was completely and utterly magnificent. If any human being could compete with artwork, it’d be Paul. He’s the most beautiful of paintings, the gentlest of poems, the softest of serenades. “ I know I should be appreciating the beauty of the nature around us, but I must say it pales in comparison to your beauty. Mother nature truly must envy you. ” A pause. “ It’s probably the hair, ” he joked, adding in a small wink and a toothy grin. 

[thefcther-blog1]

Tracking his brother’s down was a task unto itself. Seed, apparently, wasn’t an uncommon name. Nor was the use of names popular with the Bible in conjunction with Seed. From city to city, Joseph  traveled, searching. Many of his searches ended fruitlessly or in bitter disappointment. It was made all the harder for attempting to find the boy within the man. Joseph had never received pictures of his brothers as they had grown. They’d all been separated so young in life. 

John had been adopted and had remained adopted. Of his brother Paul, Joseph knew not where his path had led him. Had he also been adopted? Perhaps he was happy. He certainly hoped so. Of all the brothers, Paul’s temperament was the most sweet. A lamb in soul and in the flesh. 

Yet that sparked worry in the middle brother’s heart. For lambs could be easily taken advantage of and swallowed up by the wolves of the world. And if Joseph had learned anything, it was that this world was full of wolves. His research and blind wanderings eventually led him to a small city near their former home. Rumor had been that a Paul Seed had made the area his home after aging out of the orphanage. 

It was likely another false lead, but Joseph had faith. His travels had required much of him, and since he only took small jobs to be able to feed himself while searching, his body was quite thin. He wore a simple sweater from a thrift store he had bought a few months back. It paired with the worn and stained pair of jeans. His hair had grown longer during his travels and search. It was now kept as tamed it could be in a small bun. Stubble grew on his cheeks, too. His razor had become too dull to perform its task anymore. 

It was in this disheveled guise that he sought the last known person who had seen this Paul Seed. The man he met called himself a friend and told him he’d call him. Joseph was allowed into the man’s apartment and stood idly by while the friend called Paul . . . and informed him that someone claiming to be his brother was here to see him. 

“He’ll be here soon,” the friend told him with a smile and tucked his phone into his pocket. “So, you’re Paul’s brother, huh?”

Joseph, slightly nervous in social interaction, worried the hem of his sweater with his calloused fingers. “Yes. I hope so. I haven’t seen my brothers since we were boys.” He almost tells him of the Voice. But experience stills his tongue. He doesn’t want to get kicked out before he can meet Paul. “But I wanted to find them. I haven’t had any luck yet.”

The friend nods. “Well, I’ve known Paul for awhile. Pretty sure he came from an orphanage, so. I hope it’s him. Guy could use a break.”

Joseph politely smiles but worries in heart. Was every Seed brother’s story plagued with woe? The friend is gracious, at least, and offers him some finger food while he waits. Periods of starvation has taught Joseph not to deny handouts when offered. Homelessness is a good cure for pride. He lounges on a sofa, looking out of place even here amid normalcy, dining on fries and mozzarella sticks . . . when, at last, there is a knock at the door. 

@keptpeace