#unmasktruth

[archaievist]

@unmasktruth​ | 13. a kiss on the lips. :3 

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She’d wondered why he’d been so quiet. This was a dangerous move for him, getting caught would mean getting his privileges revoked at the least and thrown in solitary at worst.

His lips were softer than she expected. Eliza finds herself leaning into his touch before pulling away. “....that was risky,” she breaths.

[archaievist]

@unmasktruth​ | “   i  can  feel  the  pain ,  can  you ??   ”

Of course she can feel it, it’s impossible not to. The suffering in the city is immense.

“Yes,” she sighs, “I can feel it.”

[archaievist]

@unmasktruth | “   i  need  you  to  stay .   ”

❥     𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 ,   𝐕𝐎𝐋 .   𝟐     [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

"I'm not going to be gone for long, only a few days," she assures. She's going to visit her family in Massachusetts for the weekend, just three days.

[tracksdowna]

@unmasktruth​:    ❝  i wasn’t always the person you know.  ❞

there’s a surprising bite to accountant’s words, a raw and venomous defensiveness that manages to tip dallas over a precipice of amusement and into intrigue’s abyss.    ❝  is that so?  ❞    form looms in center of the room, statuesque, as frantic companion freezes at the response, turning to face him.    forest green eyes alight with a fire threatening to asphyxiate in its desperation for change — for a version of gotham that is better than what the people wallow in now.    but chin lifts and that fire meets only scorched remains, cold eyes a shade of brown so dark they could be mistaken for blackened earth, long dead after their own burning, previously fueled by a similar need for change.

he takes a step forward, forcing nashton to take a step back, head craning further as bottom lip quivers with barely-contained emotion.

❝  is that so?  ❞    question is repeated, voice rumbling the dust in stale air, tone beginning to rise in tandem with the sickly heat in his chest.    ❝  because, nashton,  ❞    a hand lifts, inked digits curling around the weaker man’s bicep,    ❝  yer’ not the only one ‘round here who knows to do their homework — to go digging into people’s pasts.  ❞    his roots in this town had been easy enough unearth — orphaned by his kin, orphaned by gotham itself.    alone, angry, running on survival instincts before seeking to right wrongs, seeking retribution for both the actions and inactions of others, seeking the chance to finally feel worth.    it was a familiar story to dallas.

same song, different lyrics.

soon, opposite hand matches its brother in anchoring around second bicep, grip tightening just enough for nails to dig into cloth.    ❝  y’see, eddie, i think you were always like this,  ❞    trembling redhead is pulled close, heartbeats flush against one another,    ❝  an’ i think you were just waiting for something — for someone, to help push you over the edge, to force you to become more than yourself.  ❞    mouth remains agape, heavy breath threatening to fog slightly askew glasses, dark eyes suddenly mirroring edward’s own, glowing embers ready to catch flame once more.    head dips, faces inches apart as voice drops to a whisper.

❝  just remember not to lose too much of yourself in the process.  ❞

[vengaenced]

❝  i see you.  i just wanted you to know that.  i always see you.  ❞  /  @unmasktruth​

his jaw was set, what could be comforting from others was unsettling coming form him. bruce still couldn’t work out if this meant someone outside of himself and alfred knew who he truly was, or if this was more along the lines of before -- believing they were the same and shared the same ideas. his mouth is a thin line as he sets his gaze on him, hands balled by his side. “that isn’t healthy. you need to let go of this idea that this is more than it is.”