#voidheal

[sunhalf-a]

@voidheal : for aika —— he holds himself together with thread and a prayer ; moulds himself around her body, ho(u)lds her hands in his and wants to pour himself into her into her / in—to her. ( i love you and i love you and i will build my stupid steady heart around you. ) he presses his tremulous, fragile mouth against her palm and wants to weep. "hello, my love." he will not fall to pieces. he will fall to pieces.

He takes her hands — glamour’s gone, so her scarred / scarred / scarred hands.  Aika had thrown it up the moment he’d come home (  missed him / missed him / been a while, forever, maybe / it’s hard to exist without her better half  ) but allowed it to fall a moment later.  It felt right.  She missed him so much.  She’d needed to hold him without walls, and trusts that he’s neither disgusted nor likely to pry.  He already knows most of the story, anyway.

He takes her hands and her little heart, the desperate stupid loving thing, sings and leaps and remembers how to be whole and how to love.  It’s supposed to be a lie that love makes everything better, but the fact remains : Aika is at her best and her happiest with him.

Her gaze softens and she smiles, playful, scars across her face shifting with the movement.  “Hello to you, too, my love.”  Her hands pull back — but only to wrap around his waist with a laugh, and she lifts him and spins him with practiced ease, mindful of not breaking anything (  if They would let her  ) as she sets him back down.  His perpetual malaise is matched by her always - brightness, and her eyes glitter when they meet his / knows him too well to mistake the way he looks so sad with disinterest in her / loves him too much to ever assume anything but the best.  

“Don’t look so sad!!”  That doesn’t mean she can’t tease.  “Aren’t I the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”  Scars and all.  “Aren’t you happy to see your girlfriend?  She missed you soooooo much.”  She leans up on her bare feet to kiss him, bright and joyous and whole.  Funny, how he alone makes her feel like that.  

Her voice is a degree softer when she pulls away.  “I missed you so much, darling.”

[asteeledheart]

@voidheal​

“you look exceptionally pensive,” she coughs lightly so as not to make too obnoxious an interruption, “and i don’t believe i know you well enough to know if that’s simply your natural state. are you alright? it’s a lovely thing, being pensive, if one is pensive for good reasons.”

[sunhalf-a]

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“Thank you for coming with me, Mathias.”  The words are sincere, but can’t hide her near - panicked nerves as they walk into the store, fingers twisting together, shoulders hiked; a simple trip to get groceries shouldn’t prompt this kind of anxiety, and yet...  “I can’t believe they banned Hewie.”  Without the German Shepherd at her side, Fiona never feels safe, let alone in crowds.  At least she has one of her very few friends with her, and that’s all that had given her the courage to leave the house at all.  “I...I promise you won’t have to do this for me next time.  I’m trying to find a grocery store that hasn’t...”  Banned my dog for barking at a stranger who got too close.  This one is convenient for being within walking distance (  she can’t drive without crying since...  ) but she’ll figure something out.

[asteeledheart]

@voidheal

“um-,” she says articulately, nose scrunching as sidri works to try again. all of this is entirely outside of her field of experience, a field she’s come to understand is both exceptionally small and relatively empty, and it only occurs to her now that she might have asked cole for some help with this. 

but she hadn’t and now she’s standing in the doorway of the infirmary like an utter fool, smiling as politely as she can. “sorry, um, hello there.” a careful step forward and she tilts her head, hoping to catch a better glimpse. “some of the healers told me you’d arrived,” and entirely unexpectedly, it seems, but he works well and works kindly with the injured, so sidri doesn’t feel as though she can exactly complain. “i thought i’d introduce myself properly, see if you needed anything.” 

[asteeledheart]

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[anextravagantliar]

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turmeric (( golden, pungent powder stains fingertips and tongues, leaving a hint of heat and orange in it’s wake. it’s smeared across a gash on his leg as a cup of tea is presses into his palm, a hand rests on his forehead, voice is soft, but cracks still )) // jasmine rice (( sweet and wafting, it doesn’t remind him of home, rather the home of another with walks within the city walls, towards ivory spires and ring adored fingers in rapid movement as his companion goes on about something or another -- kids rush between them, shouting with fair food in their hands )) // gold (( metalic, cold against his fingertips as they are pushed to the middle of the table, as rings come off hands and earings come out of ears, they push and pull with bets until calloused hands take them all with a hoity laugh. there is always next time )) // ink  (( it invades his skin, his nose, his work. they are separated, joined by a raven and the very ichor turning palms a ghastly grey hue. it’s almost metallic, but softer like two coppers rubbed against a cloth, placed on parchment to bridge a gap, to make the pain less. )) //  liquor (( tart and burning, it’s bitter to the skin it’s on their lips and clothes, staining their fingers as the bump shoulders and hazily move from their haunt to their rooms, laughing and singing for a moment, hoping the sky doesn’t fall in around them )) //  crisp winter air (( sharp and invading it’s something rueful and embedded into his memory. cold cutting through them both like a knife as complaints are states about it’s simply freezing. firewood, clean, sharp and a pop from the flames --- they laugh with their breath in the air, steam from their wine making breathing easier )). 

[anextravagantliar]

voidheal replied to your post :fucking lord of the flies is TERRIBLE but i hate...

YOU PUT TWO DICKENS BOOKS IN THERE

I BURNED A COPY OF TALE OF TWO CITIES IN HIGH SCHOOL AFTER MY ELEVENTH YEAR BECAUSE I HATED THAT BOOK SO MUCH

[anextravagantliar]

voidheal replied to your post: voidheal replied to your post “hey take a quiz on...

i completely guessed on some of those i’m not even gonna lie

in the science world we call that drawing a conclusion