#scarredheart

[ecaterinarahmaniuc]

The echoes of betrayal carved deep, turning pain into madness, and leaving her lost in a world only she could see.

[la-apr]

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[redballade-blog]

scarredheart‌:

“Oh my god.”

“Jet Black Fallen Angel!! But, God comes handsomely close.”

[mleighsquickspot]

Scarred Heart

Scratched almost all the way through

Carrying so many unresolved issues

Alerted to anything that could go wrong

Racing like an over revved engine up on blocks

Ready to accuse any partner of not being right

Emotions on edge always at the surface

Dammed if you do dammed if you don’t follow the list of rules

Heavy is the next head that lies in your bed

Ever at arms length, never can get close

Anger keeps those away who might hurt you

Right in-front of you is the one that could be your knight in shining armor

Time lets them pass, thus you end up alone wondering why

image: It’s Complicated: Why is Dating so Hard by Mark Manson

Let me know what you think and pass the thoughts along.

[contueor]

@scarredheart replied to your post “Are you hungry?”

Why not come take a bite out of me?

        “Two guesses, moron.”

[cherprince]

@scarredheart

“Bastard.” 

Chuuya was perplexed, pissed off and prissy. Sharp, cerulean orbs narrowed into daggers, and firm lips curled into a crooked snarl. 

“It’s over. Take your shit and leave.” The mafioso demanded, arms crossed, his posture expecting results. 

[contueor]

@scarredheart requested a thing of specific angst.        

         A bout of anger, rage built up from just one snarky remark too many. Rashomon had lashed out. Tendril fixed on a target in hopeless retaliation. Something he knew he would ‘regret’. At least when he woke up from the ridiculous stupor that touching this man would put him in.

           In the instant of the strike, eyes shut, preparing himself. Body bracing for the inevitable collapse. Breath stopped in anticipation, it was almost if the world around him slowed, giving time, giving contemplation. Giving the warm heat of blood through flesh.

        Rashomon swallowed. Eyes tearing open. A feeling he knew, one he was all too familiar of. A feeling of skin and muscle and bone parting way to lancer’s point. A feeling that he shouldn’t be having. Not here, not now.

        But there it was, a human brought to heel. Mild contortion from the pain, a pain that wasn’t unknown. But a method that shouldn’t have brought it. 

        He didn’t care. Didn’t care the hows or why. Semantics were unnecessary when results came colliding through. All that mattered, was he was awake, he could move, he could strike. And a strike, meant he could ...

        It was all playing out one heartbeat at a time. One breath as viewed from the buzzing fly caught in the dream. His movements sluggish, thoughts paced unfairly. So much in his mind had opened, so many paths only imagined. He could touch the man. Touch him!

        In a flare of understanding memories became reality. A film reel in the back of his mind, fluttering its crackling projections. The moments of fear, of hate. Unbridled defiance of death when it came bearing down on his host, his Ryu. Twisted lessons, toxic plans, he sat in witness with a childlike perspective. Helpless, screaming in silence for it all to end, for the ability to act, to fight back, to protect. To swallow space and time in defense of the one person who mattered most in the world.

        Act... fight back... here it was, laid out in plain sight. Years of thoughts and desires culminating in one moment. One lacer’s point.

                        What was small... sharp... became expansive.

        Through sinue it ripped. A black blade of hellish origin cutting through anything that stood in its way, cutting through those years of memories, and a scream to join them.

        Rashomon looked down. The child standing tall now in defiance of adults. Grown up, taking all these amassed matters into his own hands. Letting himself, play the roll of karma distributor. It wasn’t revenge, it was payment due.

        He could smell it, that sweet and poignant scent of life. Creeping through cracks just as it was meant to through veins. Outlining the imperfections of the ground like some strange maze drawing. How much was it a human could lose?

        The severing from within wasn’t much. Just a limb, a leg now disconnected from its owner. But it had done so much more. Artery left to spill in free flow, discarding its contents for any that wished to see.

        And still the man smiled. This moment of elation caught in his throat with a growl at that smile. No matter what the demon knew he couldn’t ever win. Couldn’t ever best an opponent ten steps ahead and with nothing to lose. His victory, his dream soured. Filled with the acrid taste of disdain.

        So he would watch. Stand and stare as life drained away. He had unwillingly given a gift when it was only his will to take. Sullying triumph and vision. He gave a final boot against shallow raising chest and pressed down before the rain of lances descended.

                “Go to hell.”

[paigereeder]

So now that I’ve already written this part for Chapter 4… I’m super curious on what you want/think Miracle is going to do…I’m 100% going to do what I’ve already wrote but I’m curious 🤭🧐

Miracle should

Forgive Josh but be super scared to trust him

agree the past is the past…clean slate

Stand her ground and not want to pursue anything with him at the moment

None of the above….comment your idea

Voting ended onAug 16, 2024