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[actliving]

﹣﹣  ·   𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑  ·  //  ❖ @rgbtorn​

his  mouth  tastes  like  blood  ;    &&  he’s  trying  not  to  focus  on  the  cold  ;    or  the  dark  as  he  makes  his  way  forward  .    it’s  not  real  ;    mind  over  matter  ,    just  don’t  think  about  the  pain  .    instead  think  about  the  wolves  howling  in  the  night  or  the  way  the  pitch  black  distance  whispers  his  name  .

maybe  focusing  on  the  frostbite  &&  the  gash  in  his  leg  is  the  better  alternative  .    did  celine  &&  damien  chop  down  all  those  trees  ?    how  long  has  it  been  ...  is  it  even  worth  looking  around  for  what  might  already  be  gone  ?

                                        you’re  wasting  your  time  .                                                                               you’re  precious  energy  .

                                  (  SHOULDN’T  YOU  BE  WAKING  UP  ?  )

his  hits  the  front  of  a  cabin  &&  it  pulls  him  back  from  the  abyss  ;    trembling  fingers  reaching  for  the  doorknob  ,    it  doesn’t  budge  at  first  &&  he  shoves  it  hard  with  his  shoulder  ,    swinging  it  open  . .           ❛❛       HELLO  ?      ❜❜          

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[actliving]

 ﹣﹣  ·  𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡  · //  ❖  @rgbtorn​  whispered:

.                           ❛❛   I  wish  I  were  a  girl  again,   half  savage  and  hardy,   and  free;   and  laughing  at  injuries,   not  maddening  under  them!  ❜❜

how  they  all  wished  they  could  live  in  the  past  .    the  past  is  over  with  !    done  !    of  all  people  ,    marcus  would  think  a  seer  would  understand  that  .    as  much  as  she  may  want  to  ,    as  much  as  he  may  want  to  ,    it  can’t  be  ...    undone  ,    it  can’t  be  rewritten  .

.           ❛❛       I’m  trying  to  make  a   life  for  us  ,    Celine  !    How  am  I  supposed  to  do  that  if  you  won’t  stop  pulling  back  ?      ❜❜            

[actliving]

 ﹣﹣  ·   𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 ·  //  ❖  @rgbtorn​

the  actor  opened  his  eyes  blearily  ;    sleep  ,    those  slivers  of  death  ,    how  he  loathed  them    --  but  to  wake  was  never  sorrow  with  her  at  his  side  .    regardless  of  what  he  may  have  dreamed  .    any  prenotions  were  discarded  ,    the  feeling  of  axe  striking  down  ,    (  cold  iron  never  did  agree  with  changelings  )    &&  splitting  his  skull  shoved  a  s  i  d  e  .

he  lived  for  now  ,    &&  in  this  moment  --    she  was  his  .    he  squeezed  her  hand  tenderly  ,    smiling  down  upon  her  .

.                ❛❛        i  always  want  you  .    ❜❜

[cmycursed-a]

💪 ( @ wilford perish )

Send 💪 for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and throwing them over their shoulder. 

     “ Insufferable! “ 

Not-- not really, but if you’re going to catch him off-guard as such, then you’re going to suffer the consequences of his words. Wilford rubs his chin a moment, gauging his current situation - as if he wasn’t already sure what was going on - before finally deciding to let himself go a little limp and make this more comfortable.

Being a little too rigid was really doing a number on his back, even for as short of a time as this had been going on.

     “ -- My god, you’re not kicking me out, are you? Is it because I brought the wrong kind of wine? I’m sorry, that’s all they had at the store. Alcohol is alcohol! “ 

Wilford folds his arms over his chest. “ And I thought we were having such a nice night. “ 

[cmycursed-a]

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them (just give me this. Any of the boys. She can Carry Them)

     “ A-ha! “ 

Now, it isn’t quite that Wilhelm’s not used to being picked up, but he certainly isn’t used to being picked up by Celine. Actually, he’s not used to doing too terribly much with Celine to begin with - that’s usually more Wilford’s game, isn’t it? How did he end up here again? 

     “ I think I’m incredibly surprised as to how strong you’ve gotten. Or maybe I’m just getting thinner. Either way, I’m very happy for both of us. “ 

Not that Celine being strong directly benefits him in any way, but he likes himself... usually. So why can’t he be happy for himself anyway?

    “ I’m proud of you. “ Pat pat. A tiny but meaningful little pat right on the back. It’s well earned. “ Anyway, where are we going this time? Is it somewhere fun and exciting? “

[warfsum]

“ I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me. ”

                            oh, how his heart beats for her, butterflies in his stomach, flutter up this throat, soaring from his lips in the form of romance and poetry. “they were not stolen, you only let them go.” melancholy expression tilts corner of his mouth downwards. guilt lingers in the back of his mind, only for a moment before he pushes it away. takes her delicate hand in his own larger one. “and even if they were taken, or broken, or crushed... that’s the beauty of dreams, celine...” He gazes at her with rose colored lenses, optimism cause twitch of mustache as smile splits lips exposing perfect teeth. “we never stop forming new ones.”

[cmycursed-a]

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