#this is... weird

[greysblues]

harrysbrasiltattoo > harrylefleur

[rmbaloncesto]

🗣 what the 2️⃣1️⃣4️⃣ is about 🗣

[queerinette]

my brain: hey i have an idea for a lovesquare fic

me: are you... okay? are you sick? fevered? do we need a doctor?

[varls]

two weeks ago it was like 20 degrees outside and now... it's snowing?

[danxiously]

i couldnt tell which one i liked better

[tcrmommabear]

28 of 110

“Well, what do you want to do?”

She watches the world burn before her eyes, holding her granddaughter in her arms. Her arms wrap tightly around her neck. Vertibirds swirl overhead, fanning the flames and whipping her hair about her face, about both their faces. She presses a hand to the back of Yuki’s head, pressing her against her shoulder so she wouldn’t see the world she’d set ablaze just for her.

He stands behind her, nonchalant, hands jammed into his pockets as he watches her. Watches the destruction and horror they built together come crashing to the ground. The world was roaring and screaming, fogged over and blind, but he sees her so clearly, hears her so perfectly. Watches her lips move, body half turned to look at him.

“I don’t know,” she answers, hesitantly, slowly, gently. Lets the words slip to his ears between the ash and smoke. He takes a shuddering breath, gathers the slips of thoughts floating through the space between them. She looks back at the destruction, at the fire she’d lit, at the people she’d slaughtered, at the price her and her family paid a dozen times over.

“Well,” he tries, ruffling his hair, taking a step forward, “you could always try again.”

She turns to look at him again. Looks at the expanse of sky and broken land behind him. At the frightening world she was thrust into months ago. The people, the sights, the smells, the new dangers she so easily adapted to. There was something so tempting about it all. Something she’d built to resemble a life she’d remembered. Stark was the difference between their worlds, but she saw the edges blurring. Bleeding together.

She reaches a hand out to him. Invites him to her world of rubble and ash, fire and debris. He takes it, kisses the tips of her fingers, and looks at her like she was the queen of the world. They stand together, and watch the Institute burn, watch the Brotherhood burn, watch the Railroad burn, watch everything they pretended to stand for burn, burn, burn. There was no justice. There was no mercy. There was no forgiveness. Only fire.

“War,” she says, eyes trained intently on her justice, on her holy might.

“War never changes.”

[elvencantation]

that sticker is in my cart in safari. a completely different app. w t f