#loneheir.

[trueblu3-a]

you can't do everything by yourself. / to satine from matches <3

" oh really? "   the two of you,   tall in an old historic building,   take up much of your personal office.   it's lit with warm lights   &   would be a comforting place were papers not scattered around your desk   &   were the room not so small when you are in it together.   you bring yourself to sit on the edge of your desk,   one leg crossed over the other with a mimicked motion on your arms.   your chin is raised as you stare @loneheir down:   your gaze is hard to avoid,   blue   &   piercing.   " if i don't then who will? "   it's a genuine question that,   when asked,   softens your features.   the effects of zidler seem to still linger beneath your skin   (   you are,   you will always be:   his sparkling diamond,   the weight of the moulin bared on your shoulders   /   as he wanted,   so he shall get   ).

" i turned the moulin into what it is today,   i flipped it around,   i turned it on gotham's head. "   your tone is shaky,   &   the lack of sleep is staring to settle as you realize how much your shoulders hurt,   how your eyes struggle to stay open.   " i'm the one sofia is upset with,   i'm the one who took it on myself to take care of these women   &   trade secrets. "   now you laugh out of frustration,   head bowed down for a moment.   " &   you can't help,   that's not your job,   that's not who you are. "   the smile drops,   you stand in silence...   you realize you're so terribly tired.   " i have to do everything by myself,   i have to. "

[trueblu3-a]

❛ they all say that it gets better ❜ / for jules from brucie

there is no reason for you to be biting back a smile.   firstly,   your back is turned to him,   leaning over the side of his bed scrolling through your phone while propped up on an elbow.   secondly,   there is nothing you could or should hide from him.   you are partners in more ways than one...   regardless,   you try to not smile too big under the dimmed light of your screen   (   it hits you that it feels like a girlhood crush,   the kind you have in middle school where you're trying desperately not to blush   ).   " i don't think that's true. "   with the click of a button,   the light dims   &   darkness,   accompanied by the pale light of gotham city seeping in through the window,   encompasses the room.

you roll over onto your other side,   facing him now with one corner of your lip pulled up.   it's hard to make out every single aspect of his features,   &   yet you can picture exactly what it should look like.   you have every corner memorized.   " i know you've read more classic romances than me but i know damn well that they do not say that this'll get better. "   you're quick to prop yourself back up on your elbow,   as if you're body is in a constant state of motion that refuses to let you lay down for even a second until you're completely ready.   " maybe we shouldn't be stupidly comparing ourselves to classic literature. "   now your fully smile,   looking down at his dark gaze caught in the quick flash of light.   a kiss is planted gently on @loneheir's forehead   &   you stare at him a moment longer.   " don't you think? "

when you lower yourself back down to the mattress,   your heartbeat races:   a fight or flight that insists you have more to do with your day.   it's hard to silence,   but it helps that you turn to push your back against his chest,   &   his hand instinctually slips across your waist.   a deep breath,   a steadying breath,   you finally let your eyes close.

[trueblu3-a]

" I JUST NEEDED SOME FRESH AIR. "

" yeah man,   i get it.   same here. "   spine straightens,   chest tenses.   you lift your elbows off the balcony railing   &   gesture for him to join you.   it's akin to a kind gesture,   one you   &   @loneheir both know is rooted in a truthful lack of genuine desire to hang out,   so you would say,   together.   " c'mon,   join me out here. "   it's less an offer,   more a requirement.   " it's stuffy in there.   i think some of those women have been using the same perfume since the sixties. "   you chuckle beneath your breath,   &   turn back once more so your back faces him.

you are not scared of bruce w.ayne,   why should you be?   on an individual level,   man to man,   this is simply another run in.   they...   they have ulterior motives,   reasons to look to the crowned prince as a threat to their integrity.   that doesn't matter right now,   there's no real power play   (   you're just another body in their numbers,   no one important   ).   " you don't smoke right?   'cause if you do,   i'm headed inside...   can't stand that shit. "   a pause.   " my sister smokes,   it drives me fucking crazy...   i'm sure you knew that about her,   though. "   there it is,   almost as if you couldn't help yourself.   you sigh,   pushing your elbows back into the railing,   hard.   " you don't have to lie to me. "

[trueblu3-a]

" WHAT DO I DO? "

      " you... "   the word trails off your tongue,   coming from a place deep in your chest   (   it's sad,   but spoken with a small smile on your face as your hands slip to rest on the back of his neck   ).   " will do what you always do.   you'll do what's right. "   if you were to even suggest otherwise,   you know @loneheir would fight it;   if you were to ask for him to do the selfish thing you want:   stay,   he would tell you that's not possible.   he's become so predictable that the predictability has earned a new meaning,   it's very existence implying that love has grown beyond it's own confines.

      " you'll do the right thing,   go where sofia's expecting you. "   there's a momentary silence,   &   the pressure in your chest builds to an extreme high–   you were always so full of love,   there was just nowhere to put it   (   you hope he'll take all of it,   as ugly as it gets   ).   your hands move from the back of his neck,   where they held him to keep his gaze on yours,   to instead wrap around his figure:   giving you the opportunity to place your head on his chest.   his heart beats,   that's a good thing:   that's something you take inventory of.   thank god his heart beats.   " &   you'll be safe,   &   you'll come back to me. "   you're reassuring both yourself   &   him.   this,   you're sure,   has gone to far.   you can't do this,   that's what you said once,   &   yet there was no pulling the two of you apart.   it's impossible,   the tethered strings of the fates too strong for the simple pressures of blood to keep you away.   this dependency may be the death of you.

      " i'll hold down everything here...   all you have to do is come back to me.   okay? "

[punkmacabre-arc]

( ✞ ) ⎯⎯ @arkhameir : so tell me, how was life on the other side?

            ❝ 𝔶'𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 a wonderful time over there that i'd said to myself: fuck it, yeah, i will come back. ❞ hand sullen into slack's pockets, other dispels cigarette butt over the edge. hum laced with smug duplicity, never lingering longer than needed ⎯⎯ always running & always chasing. ( 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, in a case like his, oscillates between ohio or seventh circle . . . both held with a righteous kind of spite ! ) gotham was a demimonde: an eternal overcast & brimstone labyrinths, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 was a reanimated mary shelly's wet dream & one john tried his best to avoid. too many parallels drawn to home / the sickness gnawed at the bones. argent hues gaze over the cityscape & oh what 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐒 lingered on the tongue. did the city sense they were being haunted ? could he feel ghosts claw at the shoulder blades. john certainly see it, how hungrily they shrouded over the cowl. he welcomes the ascetic bite of the wind, savours the chill that drags against the spine.

❝ no one calls 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔵𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔱 because just for a bit'ta fun or they're lookin' for some company. although, the night's still young . . . ❞ weight rocks back & forth, a glance indifferently thrown over the shoulder, ❝ but i'm just passin' through, bats. not even for a bit of sightseeing. swear on me own grave. ❞