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[demonsfool-a]

(blows a kiss) for the best boyfriend

        as usual,  he made a show of watching the path of the kiss that was blown to him.    to the left,  to the right,  up high before landing down on him.    beaming to the sign of affection,  jaime grinned and threw a kiss right back to luther.    “    love ya,  big guy.    ”            //            @spaacemonkey.

[praeliari]

   * ･ ˙  ˖  ✶     @spaacemonkey​  ━  liked for canon dialogue

                                “      They do not  intend  to give it away .   They want a  respite ,   that is all .  If promises will buy it for them ,  they will dispense promises like water .     ”

[seancetm]

every now and then, when the sun came rolling over the horizon just right, and the light hits it, everything would turn to white glass. it’s beautiful.

“Sure sounds peaceful. I doubt there’s many ghosts up there, huh?”

[starfrckled-a]

10. a "please don't go" hug / for diego!

HUG MEEM (  not accepting  ) + 10, a please don’t go hug. 

   LUTHER IS BEING A DRAMATIC SAP AND THAT EARNS HIM AN EYE ROLL Diego is about to do what he should have done years ago: get out the front door and never come back again and honestly? Luther should do just the same, but no, of course, ever the loyal son, right? He knows Luther will stay, will keep following Reginald’s orders like a good soldier and for a moment something bitter and cold pools in his gut, when Diego wonders if he’ll ever be free of his grasp.

   « Shit, man,»   he grumbles this against his shoulder, as the desperate grip of strong arms only tightens around him.   « You gonna let me breathe or something? »

   This is exactly why he’d wished to do this as quietly as possible: without having to go through goodbyes. His plan didn’t go as smoothly as he hoped, though and here he is, bag still clutched between his fingers and free hand awkwardly patting Luther’s back a couple of times.      « There, happy? »

[violints-a-blog]

“can I sleep with you?”

this is new.   vanya squints at him in the darkness of the room   ,   lit only by moonlight outside her window.   klaus and five each come in after nightmares occasionally   ,   the former more often than the latter   ,   only to be shouted away by father the moment they’re discovered in the morning   —   but luther has never.   vanya would never expect him to   ,   as much as he hangs on father’s every order.   (  they aren’t to leave their rooms after nine pm   ,   father says.   there are consequences for disobeying   ,   and vanya doesn’t dare risk that.  )

but there he is   —   her brother   ,   number one   ,   standing in her doorway   &   looking far more hesitant than she thinks she’s ever seen him.   it’s enough to make her scoot over on her small bed until she is pressed against the wall   ,   peeling the blanket back to allow him room.   she nods.   she wonders if father will still yell when he finds the golden child disobeying   ,   or if he’ll accept it because it’s luther.     ‘  mmhm.  ’      she nearly leaves it at that   ,   but she is curious   ,   and she rubs the sleep from her eyes as she asks   :    ‘  are you okay?  ’

[violints-a-blog]

“ am i a bad person ? ”

‘   no   ,    of course not.   ’       vanya is quick with her reassurances   ,   though even she is unsure if she believes her words.   scratch that   :   she doesn’t think he’s a bad person.   she’s not quite sure he’s a good person   ,   either   —   at least   ,   not sure if he has always been a good person.   he’s getting there   ,   she thinks   ,   but still too often he will say something in a certain way and she will know that they are reginald’s words being parroted at her.   he’d always listened too much to father.   it makes it hard to be around him   ,   sometimes   —   luther is all echoes of the past   ,   and is only just starting to forge himself a future of his own.   he’s made mistakes in the process   ,   but who among them is free of mistakes?

‘  i don’t think you’ve ever been a bad person.   and you’re becoming better all the time.  ’     is that not all they can do?

[violints-a-blog]

his hand finds her by accident. somewhere in his tired mind, he is vaguely aware of the soft pinch he gives her. 'you matter', he sighs, fighting the urge to close his eyes and just sleep, 'you hear me? you matter.'

it is   ,   perhaps   ,   the kindest thing he’s ever said to her.   she doesn’t quite know how to believe his words   —   decades’ worth of being told the opposite by their father is not so easily undone   —   but to have he who has always parroted reginald’s proclamations down to the letter make such a turn is worth a lot.   vanya gives her brother a soft smile   ,   unspoken gratitude in her eyes.          ‘  you too   ,   lu.  ’

*  random asks .   always accepting .

[storiesheard]

luther instantly finds him within the chaos -- only the one time he /does/ find his brother, it's already too late. the entire world crumbles into the ground. luther can feel it; a part of him gets snatched away by the merciless hands of death. he carries him home that day. after all, he won't find his way back by himself this time.

How would your character react if they found mine, dead?

hey naomi??? hey??? ouch. why would you hurt me like this i love it. the one time his siblings manage to find him after losing him again and it’s already too late >:3c.