#reapsin

[relamb]

she wears blood well. as well as any of those high class bitches you knew from your law days. no, better. better by far. the ones drenched in prada with heels and a sense of self worth equal only to the amount of men they could get to feed their addictions. your lamb isn't like them. she's a beast of her own making, of her own design. PERFECTLY IMPERFECT AND UNDENIABLY BROKEN. you've seen god's light through the cracks. you smile, a genuine splintered thing, before pressing a deceivingly tender kiss to her temple and draping your coat over her slender shoulders. it suits her better than blood, you find. finger crooked beneath her chin, you lift her head. ' you've done well. '

Does God make mistakes? No, everything is with omnipotent justification: even the Genesis flood and the rapture have had their reasoning, to destroy and start anew, and so when he crafted you with every bit of indecency in your palms it was carefully devised with a greater purpose in mind. Through trial and tribulations, you seek to shift the world into that greater purpose. You’re looking into the eyes of that greater purpose. The greater purpose presses its lips against your skin, puts its own coat around you. It’s a twisted thing to be used to the brimstone. It’s another to welcome it with open arms. Watch as the snake swallows its own tail. And so lips permit a breath of relief. You don’t speak; there’s nothing you can say. 

[blesscdbliss]

< portrayal meme. > honestly speaking, faith is one of the siblings i haven't given nearly enough thought to and you bring about such interesting and new sides and prospectives on her, i feel like i'm learning more about her as i read your replies. i love it. you're a sweetheart, through and through.

beep beep how’s my portrayal ? // Accepting

KNOX this is so incredibly kind. I love Faith and how complex she is. I always want to convey the 'flower princess meets possible eldritch being in disguise' with her and it's so fun to write. No, YOU'RE a sweetheart, and I'm lucky to know and write with you <3

[serenitysought]

' i can't stop, brother. ' angsty prompts 1 

to   see   john   in   this   state   is   rare   .   typically   ,   he   is   the   pillar   of   calm   and   exudes   a   certain   level   of   confidence   that   would   almost   ensure   that   paul   could   believe   anything   he   says   ,   much   like   joseph   .   his   heart   bleeds   for   his   baby   brother   though   and   truly   all   he’s   ever   wanted   was   to   protect   john   with   the   best   of   his   ability   .   

once   he’d   arrived   in   hope   county   after   decades   of   being   separated   ,   paul   could   not   see   the   truth   beneath   the   insanity   since   it   was   masked   with   good   intentions   .   they’ve   caused   insurmountable   pain   and   anguish   among   the   people   here   with   no   remorse   for   the   chaos   spreads   .   most   would   see   the   family   as   nothing   more   than   monsters   ,   but   they   don’t   see   what   the   apostle   gets   to   bear   witness   to   .   the   insecure   moments   .   the   rare   snippets   of   anxiety   of   what   could   have   been   .   

their   convictions   are   strong   and   the   message   is   JUST   ,   and   though   paul   does   not   agree   with   the   executions   of   the   plans   laid   out   this   is   still   his   family   .   to   him   ,   they   are   not   LOST   to   salvation   and   the   resistance   have   shown   the   length   they   will   go   to   in   order   to   stop   them   all   .   they   are   no   more   right   than   the   Seeds   are   .   the   cane   he   holds   is   proof   of   that   .   

paul   sniffles   lightly   as   he   approaches   john   ,   placing   a   hand   upon   his   shoulder   .      ❝      brother   .   .   .   ❞   its   a   glimpse   to   what   lays   beyond   the   surface   and   a   reminder   of   the   brokenness   they’ve   grown   and   removed   themselves   from   .   the   truth   of   how   they   could   never   truly   escape   their   past   .   ❝      you   could   though   ,   john   .   ❞   he’s   heard   stories   of   the   horrors   that   lay   at   john’s   feet   caused   by   his   hands   .   believing   it   is   another   story   as   foolish   as   it   makes   him   .   deep   down   ,   he   knows   .   ❝      what   would   stop   you   from   just   putting   an   end   to   the   chaos   ??   ❞  / / @reapsin​

[torntrutha]

*     [ @reapsin​​​​​ ]     —       ❛  there’s  no  turning  back ,   now .  ❜ [ faith, also hello! ]       //     this  meme,   always  accepting .

It’s  the  silence  that  follows  after  John’s  words,   filled  only  with  the  smell  of  Bliss.    Something  that’s  always  been    ...    different,    Faith’s  ever  present  perfume.   Strong,   overwhelming,   sweet.    Maybe  too  sweet.    Sometimes  when  you’re  mixed  up  in  God,   magic,   and  conspiracy,   you  forget  you’re   STILL  JUST  A  PERSON,   but  Faith  walks  across  John’s  bunker  in  these  old,   used  work  boots.   Flowers  decorated  in  the  laces,   fingers  lightly  touching  the  picture  on  the  wall.    She  did  look  less  like  The  Siren  and  more  like   ...   Rachel.

“   Are  you  trying  to  fool  yourself  into  thinking  that  the  moment  you  joined  The  Father,   you  had  the  option  to  turn  back?    That  somewhere  in  the  middle  of  building  these  bunkers  and  stealing  land  for  crops,   food,   supplies,   there  was  a  chance  you  could  just  walk  away?   You  chose  to  believe  in  The  Collapse  and  from  that  very  moment,   my  dear  brother,   there  was  no  turning  back.   ”     Faith  turns  towards  John,   grace  always  in  her  step,   soft  green  eyes  flicking  over  his  features,   moving  forward.    She  just  smiles,   same  sickly  sweet. 

[blesscdbliss]

' what happened? '

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme // Accepting

As good as she usually was at hiding things, Faith wasn't surprised to hear John's voice finally speak up. He was too good at reading people, and looking inside of them, seeing what made them tick. Or in this case, what was throwing her off. Sighing softly, Faith set her paperwork down, silently happy for a chance to take a break.

"I had a weird dream last night," she confessed, glancing over at him, "that same one."

It was always the same, haunting her every so often once she'd found her family here in the project.

Rachel's parents her parents. Pleading to be saved as the collapse fell behind them, trees igniting and flickering light over the bars that kept Faith's bunker closed. The skin on their hands and face eventually burned and melted away, skeletal hands still gripping the iron, their cries of repentance too late.

"I wish it would stop, don't I deserve variety in my nightmares?"