#thelightfalls

[splitsuit]

@thelightfalls | continued

ROTTEN FROM WITHIN , these walls become alive once again . Though they peel and breathe , expanding and shifting with each step of HIM . Knowing those promises were nothing but lies to get him to crawl out and show his teeth . Not this time , though in this endless nightmare it was nothing more than that . This FLESH he lives in , it was a vessel for pain and burning rage with no more room to grow .

This house was not a home , running through doors when the walls and floors change . In HELL he found himself in , one of a dry coldness that did not provide the next quick breath would be taken safely . And IN THIS HELL with the pulsing of his voice all around him , the walls of this dollhouse was shut and taped up , layers to keep this ROT from spreading and to be taken down below where now the only man downstairs hiding under stairs with sharp teeth and illuminated eyes in windows was YOU .

Always moving for if he were to stop , to PEER his head around the corner they could lock eyes . The threat of being captured being at an all time high and his ability to escape HUNG UP ON A HOOK .

The tension rises with each step of HIS and his own , his attempt in fleeing may be a futile one but anything was an option , a CHOICE rather to be shattered across the floor , his shards driving into the walls . Near crawling to an exit , to get out of this closed off room with each useless search for him , his lover turned RUSTED looking in all the wrong places .

His heart is young today , despite the piercing paranoia and tightening grip of the reality that he was wicked . He wanted this darkness , this LIQUID ANGER that lays at the edges of windows and his brow . And DESPITE this he was still the only one who loved nobody else but you .

Standing up and reaching out from the shadows , let it be known he made it this far .

[blueheartedmayor]

“Happy belated birthday, Damien. I apologize I couldn't give it to you sooner.” 

Managing to find a spare moment within his schedule, he’s at last presenting his small gift to Damien. It’s a set of new bow ties! All varying in several colors. 

“For all your future endeavors, I do hope you enjoy them.” 

It's said with a small smile.

@thelightfalls

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Damien was about to enter the apartment complex when a familiar voice called his name. He turned, face lighting up at the sight of a friendly face. "Dark!"

The smile was tinted with surprise as the entity revealed the purpose for his visit and handed the mayor a small box. Curiosity got the better of him as he popped the lid open to see what was inside. One bow would have been plenty, but a whole set with different colours? He felt rather spoiled.

"These are beautiful, my friend. And just in time too. I was considering whether having some sort of 'autumnal palette' would be a good idea. Thank you for being so thoughtful. I love them."

[the-actor-himself]

“We can afford to do this all day, but the question is, can you?”

“ Do you give yourself so little credit? ”

“ Are my other engagements so much more pressing than you? ”

The levity in his words is less sincere than he’d like. But still he holds his ground with you. The Hero does not flinch in the face of his adversary.

“ If you think the path to defeating me lies in merely wasting my time, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. ”

[undeadunalive]

@thelightfalls​ ∣ 🗡️

“You seem so... angry. What is it that vexes you so? And please, speak freely.”

[rosetintedgunman]

@thelightfalls​ - I had an angsty ask you wrote drafted... But the post isn’t there so... I guess I’ll post it without the link?

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The world was less colourful than usual. Though it didn’t look any different, it felt different, and Wilford knew that. It didn’t happen often, but the weight of his crimes became too heavy to ignore. So much of it had been locked away due to trauma, but some had never really been forgotten... Only ignored. It’s easy to master the ability to lose perception if you try hard enough.

But the black peppered the moustache too strongly. It must have been a significant date. Or maybe something that happened the previous day hit too closely to home in a way that the reporter couldn’t begin to comprehend. All he knew was that guilt sank in his stomach like lead the moment he saw Dark. It would be easy to see how the fool was in one of his more sober moments, revealing a glimpse of a broken soldier under that rose-tinted view on life.

Wilford had braced himself for the anger. So many times he had tried Dark’s patience, and rightfully face the fury for the pestering he did. When he was not greeted with that familiar irritation, an eyebrow raised.

“Don’t try that with me, Damien. Look at you.” No drawl? Oh, he really was lucid. “Tell me how that wasn’t my fault. How can - all of this! It’s all because I refused to confess! All this ruin and pain that you’ve gone through, it’s because of me.” The constant, never-ending guilt that would eat him alive had it not been locked so deeply away.

[werewolf-mark]

CLOSED [ x ]

[ @thelightfalls ]

It had been exactly a month since Dark had followed Mark to his little cabin in the woods and found out about his secret. Things were going as smoothly as they could be and the two seemed to grow closer ever so slowly, Mark keeping his word to Dark about going slowly.

The two had been out to dinner and it was a lovely evening, ending in Mark going home with warmth in his cheeks and a smile decorating his lips. It had been so long since he felt this happy and he couldn't help but be eager about the future.

However, as they reached the following full moon, the werewolf grew anxious. This would be his first time ever willingly spending it with someone else and, although he knew Dark could hold his own, he was scared that he would hurt him. The beast was a monster in his eyes and whether or not Mark cared for someone made no difference.

It was later in the afternoon when Mark parked the car by the forest, having to walk the rest of the way. He had a cooler of raw meat in the trunk ready for that night and Dark sat next to him in the passenger seat. The werewolf's eyes had already changed from their usual chocolate brown to a soft gold hue and his canines had grown slightly sharper. His temperature had also gone up a fair bit.

"Alright.... let's head over, I guess," Mark said, visibly uneasy.

[knights-blood]

You who I trusted (starter for @thelightfalls )

Damien passed the paintings silently, not sparing them a second glance. He knew everyone there. Not their names nor who they once were, but he knew them. Recognized them from that dark night. He stopped in front of the large double doors, glaring. He could hear a faint and familiar ringing. He was nearby. Good. He didn’t wait for the doors to open as they should, pushing one open himself. He stepped into the dark.

“I know you’re here.” Damien stepped towards the crumbling painting of Mark. He snarled softly at it before composing himself. “What is it that you usually say? ‘Perhaps we’ve met a hundred times already and you simply don’t remember it.’ Was it?” He huffs and begins to walk around the endless void. It scares him to the core but he won’t let the fear show. “You know what I want old friend. So how’s about we skip the monologue and skip the reversal of time, hmm?”

The ringing got louder and he grinned widely. “There you are.” Damien chuckled and stopped in his tracks. He glanced around. “Do come out! Or are you too much a coward to show your face to the man you betrayed.” He glitched out a moment before huffing, stabilizing. “You know what I want boss. And this time, you’re not sending me back to the beginning. I’m not searching for some damn code because I know you’re the only one who can explain why you did it.”

[belcvedsouls]

“Where have you been?” (ahh sorry couldn't resist angst ;; )

Mark’s heart thumps heavily as he shuts the front door.

“I went out for a walk, that’s all..” he says as he gently brushes passed Dark.

He wasn’t lying because he couldn’t with Dark, he wouldn’t dare try.

“I’m sorry if I-…I just needed to get out was all, there’s only so much I can do in here.”

He’d been working hard, very hard on so many different projects at once. He pushed himself harder than usual, he needed a break.

“I’m rambling, how-how are you?”

Mark turns to face Dark quickly, his back against the kitchen counter.