#silasblythe

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november 16 / silas & blythe

closed starter - silas & blythe ( @fikazephyr )

From the morning he woke up to that evening, Silas was in and out of tests, in and out of sleeping. When he was awake, he was exhausted, they told him it's because his brain was working overtime to rewire itself, yet he hated it. His speech was delayed, struggling to bring the words from his brain to his mouth, and he couldn't even do sign because his hands were shaky and his fingers struggled to fully listen to his brain either. Combined with the pain medicine and the muscle relaxers they gave him to help with a twitch in his legs that were bothering his injuries, he felt more foggy. He woke up again, this time his Umma next to him. "Um... Umma," he said softly.

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closed starter - silas & blythe ( @fikazephyr )

Silas slowed down on his run when he saw his Mom. "Hey Mom," he said, matching his step with hers. "How's the writing going lately? Please tell me this walk isn't showing that you're in some type of slump or something," he said.

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closed starter - silas & blythe ( @fikazephyr )

"Mom, that's the reason I don't have a tie," he said. "So you don't have to inevitably fix it so it's straight. You're welcome." Silas had a small smirk of teasing on his face.

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@silasblythe

❛ is there a reason why you’re being such an IGNORANT ASS today or do i just inspire you? ❜

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“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

[ MEME ]

❛ s-stop! silas, stop… it really HURTS… why would you say something like that?! ❜

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“I had a dream that I killed you.”

[ MEME ]

❛ why don’t you? you’ve HURT me before, so i’m sure you can. ❜

[crueln2]

“I’m going to die.”

[ MEME ]

❛ you’re not going to DIE, silas, stop being dramatic... who says i’d let you anyways? ❜

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Quell Me (for thomas shh)

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@spellbcvnd

Quell Me: my character will calm yours down

   daft digits entangled itself ebony webs of silken hair, exploring his scalp with administered strokes, she HOLDS this tiny frame, delicate and fragile so close it almost feel as if it might shatter. trembling lips to soothe his skin & tension settles along shoulders harbor him within the COMFORT of her arms. ❛ thomas… ❜ your name is a hail mary, spoken along a weakened sigh; her heart quivers & threatens to burst open, the stitches that held it to feeble bones were not strong enough to bear this pain. ❛ it’s all gonna be okay, i’m here, i’m here... ❜ she repeats it as a mantra, again & again, afraid REALITY might roar louder than the thunders in her veins; she’s a valkyrie that roams bloody battlefields in search of fallen soldiers, carrying souls with kisses, and delivering them to safety. but it comes at a COST, every warrior, every tear, every DROP OF BLOOD nestles deep within her core & creates demons that feasts upon her beaming light ---and oh lord, she fears some day they might escape— but for you, oh my darling, for you she’d gladly LET THE WORLD BURN. if only she could spare you of pain, cleanse of your body of regret, sorrow and doubt, she would. she will.