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❛ Ritual sacrifice. It’s slightly different. ❜

      CAOS / sentence prompts  :  ACCEPTING.

                       HE   HAD   BEEN   SEPARATED   FROM   HER   FOR   SOME   TIME    ,    her trust in him seemed to be entirely emptied.         bitter   &   coldness resting on her tongue and clinging to every word.         & yet he didn't attempt to stop it.         he felt like he     deserved     it.         a    misunderstanding    that could have been easily reconciled    ———     but he felt that her hurt was more than just   towards him.          [    SO HE WOULD BE HER PUNCHING BAG.    ].         if he could no longer be her shoulder    ,    he would take the bitter sweet cold instead.         ———      it was so much easier than telling her     the    truth    that   he   was not fully     human.         that his father was some      MAD GENIUS      that he was some science project gone wrong.          he couldn't    bear the thought    of the pity    ,    of the disgust    ,    of what ever reaction he would get.         getting it from his comrades was     . . .     difficult enough.

the longer he stayed the more the ice melted away.          dripping from the cracked wounds as her wall slowly started to drift down.         NOT SO MUCH TRUST     but maybe finding comfort again.          in his smile    &    laughter.          the brightness he wanted to shed on her darkness in life.         she deserved better         & he wanted to see her gain it.         even if he was not the cause of such action.         he worked with Alec more   &   her less   ,   more space    ,    more chances for them to greet without forcing her to work with him.          WARMTH BUBBLING , BLOSSOMING.         over the rim of the relationship that use to be    ,    mending the patches of    friendship.         for him     ———     that was enough.         he didn't expect more.         the gunman had his own scars    ,    both physical and mental.         some deeper gash wounds than others      ,      &      just as she cut the corner he was unraveling the      TRUTH.

barcode exposed if only but a second    ,    quickly wrapping it back as he shut his dresser behind him.          clearing his throat as he looked from sibling to sibling.         please don't ask    ,    please don't look     don't make me answer the question that is in your mind.          [    where did you really go    ?    ].         shoved off a train by his comrade    . . .    his best friend.          trapped inside a madmen lab.         (     he made daemons look . . . normal.     ).          at least they were created by god    ,    or something lesser than.         but still in their own sense of the natural order.         HE WAS NOT THAT.          daemon blood and toxins pumping through his blood stream while he faked a smile.          white golden strands falling against freckled cheeks as he ached on a hard swallow.        NO QUESTIONS ASKED.         so maybe just maybe his secret was safe.

tongue peeked from behind lips as he wet his lower.          brow quirking with a small     snorting     scoff .          rituals   ?         sacrifices.          great    ,    he was in Lucis all over again.         but at least this time he was on the team that wouldn't lose all it's members.         (     hopefully.     ).          taking the paper work from Alec his body leaned against wall before giving his final glance to     her.          a beautiful brilliant flicker of twilight his lips twisting into a familiar      GRINNING    SMILE.         tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth in a small    click.          ❛   grreeaattt   ~       . . .       always wanted to break up one of those.          guess I won't be eating meat for a few months.    ❜