#sacrosanctdeceit

[whinemcm]

@sacrosanctdeceit continued from here

most of mary’s weight fell on to joseph, holding on to him tightly as they walked. she was far gone tonight, something she wasn’t planning on. she usually gave herself some kind of limit, but tonight she wasn’t sure what made her break it. it probably had to do strongly with the group of college aged kids who kept egging her on to do more shots. but as soon as they had left for the night, she found her self drinking alone. she usually was out of the bars before being kicked out at closing time, but once again things weren’t going as planned. as none of the bartenders had the ability to walk her home that night she had to call her husband.

❝ sorry ― ❞ it took awhile for her to properly get her words out.  ❝ sorry for being such a fuck up. ❞ she was definitely sobering up, but she wasn’t exactly sure this was what she wanted right now. it was only making her emotional when she wanted to just pass out without having to think of her emotions. it was also doing a fine job at her realizing that she’s going to practically be immoblie for half the day tomorrow with an awful hangover. however she was still drunk enough that she wasn’t going to remember most of the night.  ❝ i think... i think i need help, joseph, ❞ she said quietly, looking down at the pavement.

[antiquexbeast]

{ bare trap } - cont’d

      Damien considered the demon’s current confines to be a bit more liberal than most exorcists would have allowed. he could have married his physical form to a splot of existential fabric about the size of a desk chair, but instead he’d given the man his entire rectangular Persian carpet to pace about on.

       h o n e s t l y, demons of this age were terribly ungrateful--  

    ❛ gracious me, you certainly do love to chatter away, don’t you ? i almost regret not placing a Silentium talisman in the foundations of that rune, i can hardly hear myself digest over all your f u s s i n g ❜         his tone was exhausted-- and despite the reflexive tension in his muscles and the steady flutter of self-preservative fear in his chest, the dark haired man still found it in himself to find curiosity in a small family portrait on an end table he hadn’t seen before. he smiled briefly to himself, almost sadly, as he noted the fragmented sensations behind his best friends still framed eyes.

   ❛ more to the point? as much pleasure as it would give me to peel your parasitic nonsense from your host-- kicking and screaming, more or less --that’s not my task for the evening, ❜ straightening up once more, he regarded the squarish mirror before him with a curious tilt of his head. leaning in, he took a moment to fix a few stray hairs about his face, before glancing briefly towards the reflection of the snarling abomination none too far behind him. 

  ❛ besides darling, you know as well as i do that my body is far sturdier than it should be, so i certainly hope your plan wasn’t to attempt to possess me again, because that went h o r r i b l y for you the last time that happened, no ~ ?  ❜

[baddestdad]

:All Stripped Down:

@sacrosanctdeceit

It was all over.  The funeral, and the service that had followed, had gone by in a blur... probably because he was already well on his way to being drunk.  But if there was one thing Robert had always been good at - it was holding his liquor.  When it seemed like everyone had finally gone, he staggered into the kitchen to grab a fresh bottle of whisky from the cabinet.  Vaguely, he wondered where Val had got to... back to her hotel?  She hadn’t stuck around long.  Not that he could blame her.  He was worthless... worse than that, even.

As he unscrewed the cap on the bottle and took a swig, the only thing in his mind was, ‘It shoulda been me.’  Without him, Marilyn and Val could’ve made a go of things.  They would maybe have shed a tear or two and got on with their lives.  “And they woulda been better off, too,” he mumbled, not quite realizing he’d started to talk out loud.  

At the sound of footsteps behind him, the man whirled, ready for a fight (despite the fact that he wavered slightly.)  “Thought everyone was gone...”  It wasn’t said as an excuse.  In fact, it came out more accusatory than anything else.

[an-actual-frickin-baby]

"Who's my sweet boy?" Joseph coos, gently tossing and catching his youngest son.

Eeheehee!! Love Papa!!!

[whinemcm]

@sacrosanctdeceit continued from here

almost as soon as joseph had entered the house from grocery shopping she was off ranting about some unimportant thing that had gone wrong that day. she had just wanted to get home, relax, enjoy a few glasses of wine, maybe take a nice bath then sleep. it was to her dismay that she found there was barely enough left over in the bottle for a full glass. 

it was like he had read her mind, and for that she was grateful. when joseph pulled out a new bottle from the bag her face lit up. she took the bottle from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  ❝ thank you, dear. ❞ she grabbed the corkscrew from the drawer,  ❝ would you like a glass? ❞

[whinemcm]

she had felt consistently trapped with no way out. had she been able to tell her past self to run as far as possible she would’ve. she was wrought with guilt after years helping this ruse continue. how many lives she had helped to destroy. for what? consistently unfulfilled promises. she couldn’t take it anymore. but in order to get out, she had to cut off the head. she had expected plunging the knife into her husband’s chest to feel somewhat satisfying, but the act itself had been harder than she anticipated. it didn’t even seem to affect him. just like she poked him and it was a minor inconvenience. 

when the knife sunk into her she didn’t even realize it at first. she stared down at it sticking out of her and slowly looked back up to the demon.  ❝ joseph ― ❞ she couldn’t get out much more, the pain had started. she fell to her knees her breathing becoming heavier. she knew this was close to the end. she wrapped her hand around the hilt of her blade to take it out but she stopped herself. she remembered hearing about stopping the bleeding and how taking it out could just make it worse. if she was going to die. she was going to try and hold on for as long as possible just to stop joseph even more. / @sacrosanctdeceit continued from here

[antiquexbeast]

         { sanctified } - { cont’d from x }

         Tonight was--... going... very poorly...

       His intentions, around half past decent o’clock, were to finish up a package for his dear friend Mary. As was his usual custom, the box itself was wrapped in neat recycled black paper, a tangle of red twine to bind it, and a single bright rose nestled between the frayed strings.

      Time had escaped him, as it sometimes did, and as he’d approached the steps of the Christiansen’s home, he settled upon the idea of knocking briefly, and then leaving the item in a safe location for morning retrieval when no one answered.       At least, that had been the idea, before the door opened of its own accord upon the slightest touch. Curious ( and perturbed ), he announced himself as usual, waited as usual. He entered as usual, expecting to find the woman waving him in languidly as usual, and expected to scold her once more for leaving her dwelling unlocked... as usual...

      Usual...       Except for the scene that greeted him at present.

       He regretted the sound of alarm that left him, he regretted his journey, but most of all he regretted his nature.       The scent of blood was... v i s c e r a l and... un-welcomingly fixating.       Unsettling, much like the tension in his throat, the tingle of his skin and the nerves that Joseph’s carved grin were prickling at.     ❛ P-Please I--... ... I d-do not wish for any... q-quarrel with you, ❜ he managed out weakly, pressing his back into the grain of the door behind him. The smell was overpowering and the situation even more so.     ❛ Please I-- I wi-will not speak of this I promise ju-just please let me, o-oh god-- ❜ he chocked on his words, sobbing helplessly around his fingers. His vision clouded briefly with red at the corners, as sanguine tears streaked over pale cheeks.    ❛ I’m s-sorry I’m so sorry! P-Please let me leave, please I won’t speak of it I promise I-- !! ❜

[whinemcm]

@sacrosanctdeceit​ continued from here

as much as she always felt like she needed the escape, she did feel shame and guilt each time she had to be found on the ground. thankfully she didn’t puke tonight. she’d been fine enough to get herself to the bathroom just in case. she took his hand to help herself up and followed him into the bedroom. ❝ sorry. think i overestimated myself tonight... ❞