#sainctus

[sanktasolntse]

@sainctus​​ asked : 🔥

most books that b.ooktok recommends,,,,, suck ass

[builtmyth]

[   @SAINCTUS.​   ]

❝   it's fine.   ❞       he’s aware of the other’s eyes on him, and if kaz bothered to look back at them, he’s certain he’ll be met with concern, which was the last thing he wanted right now. so he kept his gaze forward, hand pressed against the bleeding wound at his side.       ❝   nothing i haven't dealt with before.   ❞

[hatigave-a]

@sainctus​​  wade said  :    ❛ we’re not all savages here, sweetheart. ❜    for dennis

                          IT IS A SCOFF WHICH DIES            in the treacherous lands of his throat.  gone before it even sees the light.  death before life could even begin.  even his own heart has been brought to the slaughterhouse        ;        the chunks of it stick between his teeth.   wade reminds him of humanity,  even when the omens around his head speak of violence.  he is imperfect,  frayed at the edges like a soaked bandage.  dennis loves him beyond the comprehension of human emotions.   GAZE DROPS ,      glances at the intricate designs painted on small porcelain plates.  fragile mind remembers the china his mother used to keep in the kitchen     ⎯⎯⎯⎯    only to be seen,  never to be touched. 

entrance point of IV drip becomes a festering wound,  even when the needle has long since been removed.  ❝  are we not   ? ❞   voice mocks the other,  he does not mean to,  but it comes natural to him regardless.   ❝  sorry,   i nearly forgot i was living with the queen of england. ❞

hand reaches out to pluck piece of pastry from the good dishes       ;       relishes in the ritual of it.  bites into the thing until flakes of it litter his vest.  ❝ savages are sinners,  and so,  they must be punished. ❞   PSYCHOLOGIST COULD PROBABLY UNPACK THAT STATEMENT  .   

[hatigave-a]

@sainctus​  wade said  :   ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜   for dennis. 

                  HOLY SPIRIT HAS BEEN RIPPED FROM BETWEEN HIS TEETH         cut bloody by the incisors during the eviction.  scalpel did a magnificent job at leaving no trace of a miracle.  trembling hands leave the bloody knife on the dresser in the hallway.  leave the proof of a vengeful spirit next to the keys and unopened due bills.  he has weaseled his way into wade’s life         ;        has left his mark with bloody fingerprints.   now he waits for it to be washed away.  shoes by the door are a proof of the divine,  even when the altar of unspoken confessions is sullied by his own boots kicked off next to them. 

❝ it’s because you’re always late,  bud. ❞   adrenaline is still lingering in his spine.  UNEVEN, SHAKY BREATH,       a testament of activities of the night.  devil blinks once,  twice,  before he steps past the other into the kitchen     ⎯⎯⎯⎯    poorly stocked,  but there must be coffee in there somewhere.   he makes two cups without thinking.  doesn’t even ask wade if he wants one as well.   BREAKFAST TOGETHER AFTER A GOOD MURDER MIGHT JUST BE WHAT HE NEEDS.    ❝ i will shower later     ⎯⎯⎯⎯     want to join   ?  ❞

[otvechet-old]

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳  ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ .         @sainctus​

❛         it’s not for sale          ❜

[pistolslinger]

@sainctus​ ❤’d.

        “ — what, don’t you trust me to pick something nice for you to wear? ”

[pistolslinger]

@sainctus​ / wylan said:    ❝ i’m going. are you coming with me or not? ❞   ( not accepting! )

      “ oh, for ghezen’s sake — ”  van eck could be bull-headed at the worst of times.  normally, jesper admired the resolve . . . except, in this particular instance, when the hoity toity little merchling seemed deeply intent on wading flute-first into immediate danger.  jesper leaps up from his spindly little bed, and catches wylan’s elbow before he can vanish out the door.  “ yes, obviously i’m coming with you, but — i can’t believe i’m saying this, actually — have you considered that this is, maybe, a dangerous idea? ” 

[wraithstill]

@sainctus​ asked:  " what the hell happened to you!? "   (   from wylan !   )

the  answer  to  his  question  matters  very  little,  never  mind  that  she  had  scarcely  heard  him  speak  it.  no,  her  focus  was  too  set  on  the  danger  which  had  snuck  up  on  her  back  on  the  docks.  she  had  managed  to  fend  the  bandits  off:  black  tips,  for  which  she  had  recognized  immediately  before  scooping  her  daughter  into  her  arms  &  making  a  mad  dash  from  5th  harbor,  running  south  until  she  had  found  an  unsuspecting  wylan  crossing  the  street,  appearing  to  be  heading  to  the  crow  club.     “  VALERIA  —  take  her,  be  quick!  ”  there  are  few  she  trusts,  though  she  knows  her  friend  would  stop  at  nothing  to  make  sure  his  niece  would  make  it  safe  within  the  walls  of  the  club.  safe,  surrounded  by  dregs.  the  concept  is  almost  a  laughable  one,  yet  the  slat  was  too  far  &  wylan’s  home  even  further.  the  young  girl  squirms  as  she’s  handed  off  to  wylan,  &  inej  hurries  to  pepper  her  face  with  a  kiss  before  gesturing  for  him  to  follow  her  order,  words  murmured  in  a  hush  to  the  fearful  bundle  in  his  arms.  “  I  will  be  back,  my  darling...”