#oh.....oh

[spidersins]

Annnd....send.

......huh.

the rush of heat pooling in his abdomen was normal. expected, really. the spider sinner has never been one to hide his attraction to a possessive man, and he had been quick to tease alastor with jokes over his irritation of the amount of time angel spent at the bar trying to rile husk up with exaggerated flirting.

what was strange was the flutter in his chest. the smile that the message prompted being sweet instead of smug, fingers hesitating for a moment before quickly typing out a reply.

[text]: promise??? xx

[teamjacobthot]

so none of y’all are gonna wish me a happy black history month 🤨

[prodigum]

@imaginarianisms : you were a hero , you played the part .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 , 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖 , 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. were? what does she mean - were? she has pulled her companion back into the warm and glorious heat of truth. more than once. the great and beautiful morning sings in her eyes. brienne wakes from each day the same person she was before. a story. continuing on.

blood threatens to burst out of the knuckles of her own fingers. BLUE and not yet reedy to feel the wrath of the earth's own breath. smiles and flesh and promise and providence exist outside of their words. some other kind of order exists here. and their friends are gone. and she has left is dani. and the flowers of the morning seemto take such a liking to her. and what is she - compared to the earth's bearings? compared to RETRIBUTION?

so easily , they think. so easily they could take her ...

❝ i could be your hero. ❞ eyebrows furrow. does she want to be saved? she has only to say so. ❝ whatever that means. get up , dani. and we could leave this place. ❞