#revyrie

[archivedforgries]

❝   if we could  switch around the weekends,  i’d appreciate it.  ❞   what he refers to is time with ava,  as the  date of his wedding  had to be pushed slightly sooner due to the  bride’s pregnancy.   jonathan’s excitement lay entirely with the prospect of a child,  and sadly had little to do with the woman carrying it.  as he looks at mira,  an  aching truth  nags at his mind’s peace:   you won’t be a good husband to jane.  you could not be one to mira.   he swallows the inadequacy like a bitter pill, adjusts his weight, gains some confidence and erects his posture again.  it was a slip up.  it wouldn’t happen again.   ❝  you think we could do that? i want her at the ceremony.  ❞

@revyrie​ 

[desafia]

@revyrie​  ||  liked for a thing for ekaja

            ❛  you don’t have to tell me everything,  ❜  hands move smoothly through the air,  neutral but kind gaze resting upon the other woman  ❛  i know how much they twist all of us inside out and i’m not going to sit here and treat you the way they would.  but,  i do need to be able to understand what it is you’re looking for.  ❜   everyone runs from tantalus for different reasons.  hers was almost primal.  it was a near animalistic need to survive.  but others did not walk such dire paths and some still refuse to consider forsaking their captivity because the cage is made of gold.  she needs to be able to properly get a read on this woman to see if her reasons are the kind which would aid or hinder the farm.  magnolia glances down at her half-empty mug of coffee,  staring into the beige depths for a moment before her attention returns to her companion  ❛  we can take as much time as you need.  ❜

[leksakom]

@revyrie​ said:   “what do you want from me?” 

“the last of us” inspired sentence starters

want   is   a   deep,   pitting   ache   that   ruminates   behind   a   shelter   of   denial.      clarke,   as   always,   comes   at   her   like   a   battering   ram   designed   specifically   to   barrel   past   it.      it   hits   her   heart   behind   that   shield   like   a   spade   turning   shelled   winter   grass   to   soft,   loamy   summer   soil   in   preparation   for   the   tender   green   shoots   that   will   sprout   up   after   it.            she   isn’t   ready      ;      it   sends   her   blinking   to   her   back   heel      &      swallowing   the   welt   of   bashful   emotion   burrowing   a   notch   into   her   throat.         

her   lashes   bat   fast   enough   to   bury   it.      she   is   so   practiced   at   drawing   in   a   steadied   breath      &      affixing   a   placid   calm   across   the   marbled   bask   of   her   features   that   even   though   her   pulse   is   a   WAR   DRUM   beating   in   her   breast   that   she   can   hold   from   leaping   out   of   her   mouth   with   the   simple   tilt   of   her   tongue.      

“      this   is   not   about   what   i   want,   clarke.      ”         in   another   life,   in   another   body   un-blessed   with   the   black   slake   of   blood   flooding   her   veins   or   the   tittering   conversation   of   commanders   preceding   her,   it   COULD   BE.      lexa’s   lips   press   in   a   pulled   purse,   stemming   that   last   rabbiting   beat   of   her   heart   into   a   slowed,   even   march.         “      --------      this   is   about   your   people.      our   people.      ”      an   entreaty   honeys   the   forest   coloring   her   gaze,   cut   out   from   the   edge   like   the   depths   of   the   plea   tunneling   straight   into   her   core.            “      your   presence   here   ...         as   my   ambassador   ...      symbolizes   the   start   of   something   more.      of   peace   between   skaikru         &      the   coalition.      ”   

[forgries]

❝   how do you think this is gonna play out,  exactly?   i’m having a hard time picturing  where  you want to go.  ❞   gone were the days where he assumed to understand  mira.   jonathan had accepted his complete illiteracy in her language,  or at least thought he had at this moment.  humility only ever came to him in waves,  and this one was brought about by frustration.  

@revyrie​    ›   gen call. 

[roseguidedarc]

@revyrie​  ASKED,  ❛ 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖? ❜ [ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 

        𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍,  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓.   running into new people was either something good or something completely terrible⸺she didn’t feel like she wanted to kill anyone today,  but sometimes people give you no choice !   if this mystery woman attacks her then this run down, dust coated department store will be her final resting place.     ❝  mind not talking so loud?  i have no idea if there are any lingering walkers in this mall.  it’s pretty big, your voice might travel. ❞   is her first concern, but alicia holds her ground && remains several feet from the other.      ;      head tilts a little, tired eyes train on her hands for a moment before lifting up to features, before she speaks again:   ❝ i invited myself.  unless i missed a memo somewhere that said you claimed ownership of this mall?  i didn’t see any signs. ❞   metal pipe, sharp at the end, is waved around as she speaks. clearly, she’s being   𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲.   ❝  who the hell are you?  ❞   now, brow arches.    (  she needs to find food, drinkable water, medical supplies. there has to be some left in this rundown shit hole !  always is stashed away somewhere.  )

[gdvasarchive]

@revyrie​ said:   “   i  can’t  tell  you  what  you’re  feeling  inside .   ” [ elizabeth for esme ,

❛  i'm sure that's what you would want though,  isn't it?  ❜   it would make things easier for elizabeth,  wouldn't it?  if she could control how i felt,  if she could have me shut it off after what she did without giving me a warning at least,  if she would've given me the right to divulge that information on my own.   there's part of me that wishes she could turn the way i feel off so i could just move on,  finish the campaign without blinking,  but i'm not cold in the way she is or maybe i would've released the information years ago.   ❛  i don't want to do this,  elizabeth,  just like i didn't want to do what you did.  maybe you can learn to respect at least the bare minimum,   only come to me if it's about the campaign since that's all you cared about to begin with.  you don't have to pretend we were more than colleagues now that you got what you wanted right?  ❜  i turn away from her and put the folders i came for and hold them up against my chest and  purse my lips together,  i won't let her in just to use me again for anything else.

i can't let her know i ever wanted anything more.

[dngerzone]

❝   i can’t make a fucking boat,  why is everyone asking me that?   ❞    shouldn’t have told hurley that he was in the goddamn navy.    ❝   i was  air force.  and before you ask,  no.  i can’t put that plane back together.  hurley’s already asked me that about twenty times over.  ❞

@revyrie​ ​    ›     sc.​

[51163-a]

EXHAUSTION  WEIGHS  HEAVY  IN  BONES ,   limbs  stiff  as  he  raises  an  arm  and  rests  palm  flat  against  the  wall .    a  blockade  in  her  path ,   he  is  something  solid ,   voice  softening  a  stark  contrast .     “    talk  to  me  —   please .    i  just  want  to  help .    ”

                      ➞  @revyrie​  /  sc.