#sungecho

[skyfulcfstars]

starter for @sungecho​ ( orpheus )

      persephone is in a mood which is really nothing new for her as she stares at the glass of melting ice water in front of her. the summer is unrelenting and hot and her fingers sting from callouses brought forth because her momma is determined to harvest things the right way which means with a scythe and damned if she ain’t tired. she needs something stronger than water if she’s honest, her throat aches for it. she can see the bottles right there behind the bar, eyes narrowed briefly as she debates it - she makes a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat and puts her hands around the glass to let her palms soak up the condensation to soothe them. 

      the door to the bar opens - place ain’t open yet and she opens her mouth to say as much, then sees who it is. her expression shifts into something mixed with pity and pain. “---poet.” she greets quietly, far cry from her usual boiterous self. don’t feel right in the moment. “was wonderin’ when i’d see you again.”

[multimuse-rp-archived]

@sungecho asked: ‘you’ve been kind. kinder than I thought. you shouldn’t be part of this.’ sae-byeok @ ali

Sae-byeok’s words hit him like a truck. She was wrong; he deserved to be a part of this. He’d chosen to come back, hadn’t been? It was on him. Still, her kindness meant the world to him, and he shrugged lightly, barely offering her a gentle albeit sad smile. “I could say the same for you,” he replied softly. “Why…” He hesitated, too afraid to actually ask the question, but he’d already started; it was too late to go back now. “Why did you come back?”

[bramblescratches]

@sungecho | poet

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 - three of them, dripping venom ; almost ; thin & cruel & miasmic : a horrible melody. cruel & cold, oh, how cruel it was ; how cruel his fate! how cruel the fate of his lover !! cruel the vultures who feasted on the corpses of all the broken - even the gods themselves, crumble at the talons that pick them apart.

oh , and orpheus is no different . in truth ; he is just the same as all of the others, all of the other weeping souls - oh , they sure can hear the songbird weep herself ; and the walls ! they can hear the walls, the chorus of rocks & stones & bowed heads all reaching out in pain and in suffering .the gods weep ; the stones weep ; and orpheus weeps. the fates, though. the fates don’t weep. in fact , their voices snicker with the irony of it all , at the irony, at the shining thread bending so close … they snicker into the poet’s ear with a chill.

his brow, so weary . his form shakes with even the slightest movement ; and they’re gentle with him , gentle wind that still shivers through him to his poor bones ; weak from the running , weak from the journey.

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 - it had , already , hadn’t it?

that sickly seed , laughing in the face of travesty like it’s sowers -

“ is that what you want …. to see her -“ “ and - to keep alive, after all this time?”

“ - ah , you poor thing. “

[forbaes-arc]

@sungecho​          ♡’d   for   a   red   (   taylor’s   version   )   starter   !

❝         and   i   might   be   okay   ,   but   i'm   not   fine   at   all.         ❞

[biteofwinter-archived]

* @sungecho​ sent “i just want to feel alright.” from harriet

“you know, this might surprise you, but i want you to feel alright too.” it was the rare show of an emotion besides anger, annoyance or apathy. alice took a second, trying to decide how best to interact with this. finally, she decided just to be genuine. “is there anything i can do? you want something to eat or someone to talk to?”

[biteofwinter-archived]

* @sungecho​ sent ❝ i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. ❞ from seph

alice’s expression was less than satisfied with the other. she didn’t know what to say. after all, she was really banking on having a good week. she didn’t want there to be a domino effect, but that looked like how it was probably going to go. her frustration was evident, but she was trying to keep it toned down. “were you busy or something?”

[biteofwinter-archived]

* @sungecho​ sent “i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me.” from elle

alice looked at her and decided to forgo one smart reply in favor of another, this one mixed with a bit of bewilderment. “well i don’t know why i’m the person you chose. there’s plenty of other people who’re much more- i don’t know- cuddly?” it wasn’t that she seemed to want any kind of affection, but alice wasn’t exactly the type of person one came to for comfort. “you want protection from something, maybe i’m your person, but you have to say so.”

[noblehcart]

"you mean nothing to me. i feel nothing for you. you are... nothing." erik @ christine

god had turned his back on her. he must have. her angel. her guiding light. her only salvation left on this earth was abandoning her. no. no no please.

"what did i do wrong? angel please-" beautiful voice broke into a pleading cry as eyes searched the room for some hint of his presence in the room. but the room felt empty, still and alone.she was all alone. her father was gone. her angel was gone. she had angered the angel or god. she didn't know what her offense was but she had done it.

"please,please don't go! please, angel. my angel, please-" feet had carried her to the mirror, somewhere she once thought she felt his presence. that perfect presence. that voice that instructed, comforted, reprimanded and made her soar. gone. gone. and left her all alone. she could already hear the other dancers voices in her head again mocking her. poor christine daae. all alone. and quite wrong in the head. poor thing broke so close to spotlight. whatever shall become of her?

indeed, whatever would become of miss christine daae as sobs echoed in the room? small ineffectual hands pressed to the glass sobbing brokenly for absolution. for a light. for an answer. begging for forgiveness. she didn't understand. how could he just leave her like this. abandon her like this. "please don't leave me, please. angel. don't forsake me like this."