#sanctemony

[favior]

hey handsome. WINK.

[ezerkenegdc]

“yeah  ,  just  like  that.”

@sanctemony      +     intimacy meme  . 

— her hair was rapidly coming undone from the carefully crafted victory rolls as sweat glistened on her brow and slipped down the back of her neck . they were further tousled each time her head bumped against the roof of the car , or john would run his fingers through them , his rings catching and tugging . what transpired here tonight would be known by the unruly sight she would make in the morning light , but dawn was hours away , and her full attention was being held , tomorrow worries would be for tomorrow . she shifted her weight in his lap , pressed her exposed knees into the seat , and leaned her forehead against his as she tried to formulate a sentence . she opened her mouth with intentions , but closed it just as quickly . finally , his name was uttered weakly as tears began to pool at the bottom of her lashes . he replied with the same air that had just come from her lungs , hannah .

it was her name , and he had said it a thousand times before with different inflections , but there was something about the way he said it now that made her want to curl up . like it might be his last chance to say it . like there was something sacred about it . she wanted to raise her hand and smack him at the same time , but you see , her hands were occupied at the moment , covered with torn pieces of her dress , pressed against the gaping wound in his neck where a bullet meant for her had found his body instead . vincent who had been patiently waiting in the car that john had been leaning against , quickly took over the situation once the shot rang out , and hannah somehow found the strength to open the passenger door and get the bleeding man inside . it was everywhere ,  and there was too much .  she ripped the hem of her dress till her slip was showing , and tried to stop the bleeding as it flowed too freely . the peach fabric stained darkly , and he chuckled as his hands left her hair to come rest upon her hips , there was blood between his teeth .

“ yeah , just like that . ”  he said . she should have told him off , that this was not the time or place , but instead she nodded her head ,  and let him hold her just like that . the driver side door opened ,  and she was wide eyed once more and wild looking as she leaned further forward to cover his body with her own . she could feel a knife digging into her thigh , and if she removed one hand from his neck , she could have grabbed it , and hopefully defended them in this precarious position , but it was just vincent looking equally wild . he set his smoking gun loudly upon the dash , slammed the door shut behind him , and began to drive erratically down the road . she could not see where they were going , and was too afraid to ask vincent any questions when he was so focused on the road .

“ john ? ” she weakly called as she sat back to let him see what was going on around them too . he looked unfocused , and pale . “ john ? ” she tried again , this time using her thumb to tap against his chin in hopes that his baby blues would at least focus on her . they sharply turned a corner , the tires squealed , her shoulder smashed into the window , vincent cursed . “ john , please . ” he quirked the corner of his mouth upwards in a wicked smirk , but when his eyes were closed like that , it did not hold its usual weight . the car came to a sudden stop and everyone was thrown slightly forward . she whined as her spine dug painfully into the dash , vincent’s door tore open , and he was shouting for any help that would come rushing from the emergency room .

an elderly nurse who had gently pried her apart from john assured her that her husband would be okay , and that they would do everything that they could to save him as he was brought out of the car and laid flat against a hospital bed that looked too small for him . “ wait , “ she begged as they began to roll him into the hospital , shouting too . her heels clicked loudly against the concrete , his blood sloughed off her arms , and while the doctors worked on removing her makeshift bandage , she leaned forward one more time to press a tearful kiss to his parted mouth . if he was going to die , she wanted him to at least die knowing that after everything they had been through that she forgave him , was thankful for him , and most importantly , she loved him .

[helenaiism]

pie please :(

' how did you get into my house i changed the locks to keep you on the other side. and i have no pie right now. not until apples are in season again and i get them from a tree. '

[finalvlog]

babe there's a spider in the bathroom. you don't have to kill it but can you fix the bullet holes in the tub.

Alex slowly looks up from the book he'd been reading. It's nothing thrilling, one of the many books on law that John kept around the ranch. His eyes narrow, trying to gauge whether or not John was fucking with him.

His lips twitch slightly, "I've never tried fixing bullet holes, no."

[blesscdbliss]

im doubting this moment between dreams and reality .

Whimsical Song Lyrics // Accepting

The place between dreams and waking always had the potential to do great good or great evil. It was what one did with what they found there that determined it.

Faith stands with her brother, watching his dreams and fears build themselves up in front of them. Past dreams, a life of frivolity as John Duncan rose within the ranks of lawyers in a much bigger city than Falls End could ever hope to be. Giant, well-polished shoes press their heels into a man with piercing blue eyes who holds a belt in his hand and looks like his face is frozen in a perpetual, angry scream.

The more current dreams show their family, their flock, safe underground as sinners burn and scream, nails scratching in vain against shut metal doors. Nick Rye, begging for forgiveness, knowing that John had been right. The security that Jacob and Joseph bring to John is present throughout. Wishing for their return turns to the desperate hope that they never leave again.

The man with the belt raised high returns in his fears, an intimidating figure to most who had the displeasure of meeting who she had heard called 'old mad seed'. The Duncans, who she'd only seen in pictures, fists and bibles raised. Losing it all.

"Overcome your fears, John. You are stronger than they are, you know that."

[managersmanager]

Jeremy wouldn't lie. This was bad fucking news. A couple forgeries here, a couple missing persons there - all fine and dandy. Murkoff had come back from that. Plausible deniability, of course. John had gotten him from royally fucked to not as bad but sore in the morning fucked, on the last one, and he still technically owed the guy one of his favors - fuck he HATED that word, a favor could mean anything from a free drink to blowing a stranger in a back alley. Which he'd do, if push came to shove, but he'd still rather know what he was dealing with.

John was frustratingly good at what he did, and he knew he had Jeremy by the balls on this one. If Park didn't enough.

"Got a fucking journalist sniffing around. Almost. Turned the little shit away three times already, but Idunno how much longer the little rat's gonna be doing shit by the book."

If anything got out - by legal means or NOT, murkoff was tits up PERMANENTLY.

Which meant it was up to Jeremy to hunker down and eat that triple decker shit sandwich.

God he hated lawyers. Hated this one most of all. But he got the job done - as long as you didn't ask too many questions.

He wants a "favor?" Fine.

Eyes flicking nervously from his own drink (fancy ass martini wth a shitty little umbrella) to the outstretched hand, Jeremy sighed.

The first bite was always god awful.

"Alright. You're hired. Half now, half when you un-fuck my situation."

Shaken on it. Feeling like he was writing yet another IOU for his soul. At least if he went down, he'd drag his ally here with him.

"It'd be a shame if the journalist got hurt snooping in our facility, it's just so dangerous and unpredictable with so many patients..."

can you disappear the other little shit too?

@sanctemony con't

[takenbythebliss]

you're doing the right thing dear , you know in your heart that i am here for you . help us , help me capture that boy in the mountains - and i swear he will be yours , he just needs your help to open his eyes . do you trust me ?

curled up on a bale of straw that had been set out as a makeshift seat by the edge of the henbane, linny had chosen to empty baptism site to get some peace - mark and wheaty wouldn't come looking for her here. it was too close to the seed ranch for their liking.

her job in the spread eagle was gone - yeah, it had only been a part-time one, a handful of hours scattered throughout the week and the weekends ... but it had been a job. it had been hers and now it wasn't there anymore.

and not because of all the normal stuff, like a new person taking over the management or less business so less need for her to help out. no, this was just mary-may not liking eden's gate ... there had to be some law somewhere that said you couldn't tell someone to choose between their beliefs and their job, but linny was too upset to even care right now.

she felt ... small.

small and as betrayed and hurt as if mary-may had slapped her across the face. she should have smelled a rat when casey had made himself scarce. for all his gruffness, the cook was crap when it came to confrontation.

mary-may had essentially fired her. great. mark wasn't talking to her because of an argument they'd had about the time she'd been spending helping out with sermons lately. her nana and grandpa just kept asking her to go talk to pastor jerome. fantastic ... and her boyfriend's adoptive-dad didn't want her anywhere near wheaty.

too engrossed in her thoughts, linny didn't hear the other person approaching until they were sitting on the bale of straw next to her, and then she almost jumped back up to her feet when she realised who it was; john.

nodding her head fervently, a few unruly curls bouncing free as she did, linny twisted around to face the herald properly,

' o-of course i do ... i just ... wheaty, he doesn't believe. he doesn't see the truth. he doesn't want to see, and eli - he won't let wheaty see me. '

@sanctemony

[serenitysought]

I miss you brother.

BROTHER JOHN HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE.  / / THIS IS NOT A DRILL 

how  could  four  words  shake  every  foundation  he’s  tried  to  build  around  himself?    to  gain  a  family  only  for  them  to  be  so  lost  to  him  in  the  end  .  how  could  he  lose  a  family  he  never  truly  had  no  matter  the  reunion  .  the  moment  paul  seed  stepped  through  the  border  of  hope  county  ,  it  was  all  over  from  the  start  .  from  the  lies  and  deception  to  the  chaos  and  message  so  skewed  that  paul  isn’t  sure  what  is  up  or  what  is  down  .  

what  he  wouldn’t  give  to  just  be  able  to  ENJOY  this  time  with  his  family  ,  but  deep  down  he  knows  how  this  will  end  .  (  even  if  he’s  not  willing  to  admit  it  to  himself  right  now.    blue  eyes  flicker  up  from  his  cup  of  tea  .  it’s  been  weeks  since  he’s  laid  eyes  on  john  ,  but  if  he  is  weak  then  its  for  the  family  so  wrongly  routed  in  their  beliefs  .

its  a  never  ending  battle  of  words  when  it  comes  to  the  youngest  seed  brothers  .  so  close  in  their  convictions  but  yet  so  far  in  how  they  believe  the  execution  should  be  implemented  .  

                          i  miss  you  brother  .    

john  says  it  with  a  low  voice  that  is  reminiscent  of  the  baby  brother  he  knew  all  those  years  ago  .  almost  scared  and  afraid  ,  but  paul  knows  this  isn’t  true  anymore.    when  there  is  no  response  john  takes  those  few  steps  forward  away  from  the  counter  towards  the  apostle  .  

                                  i  miss  you  ,  brother  .  that  hasn’t  changed.  

what  paul  wouldn’t  give  to  believe  it  to  be  true  .  a  very  gospel  that  would  be  worth  being  so  devout  .  his  faith  is  strong  and  it  has  been  since  joseph  saved  him  from  that  bridge  .  nothing  could  be  more  miraculous  than  that  .  the  message  is  TRUE  but  what  he  can’t  trust  in  is  how  they’ve  gone  about  getting  it  through  to  the  people  with  forcefulness  and  no  consent  .  they’ve  taken  the  county  hostage  and  they  see  absolutely  nothing  wrong  with  it  

tears  well  within  those  bright  blue  eyes  as  he  stands  not  bothering  with  his  cane  .  if  only  everyone  was  so  lucky  to  see  this  side  of  his  brother  .  there  is  compassion  and  love  hidden  beneath  layers  of  trauma  and  delusion  .  maybe  paul  is  the  one  that  is  delusional  .    he  can’t  help  himself  when  he  wraps  his  arms  around  his  baby  brother  to  hold  tight  because  he  knows  tomorrow  isn’t  promised  .    

❝    i  miss  you  too  .  ❞  / /   @sanctemony