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[multistoty]

@wcrriorhearts​

It had never been harder to be a first born than no longer having the brother who was younger. When he was supposed to be a prince of a war torn realm. Instead, he was a rain soaked boy far too old to believe his mother upturned the world. He didn’t want to cause her more pain though there was a certainty that she had had time to think. So like a dead man walking, he found himself attempting to stand straight. The ride here had been more of his dragon’s work, but his legs were already jelly.  He was nothing besides the consequence of catastrophe.If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you. To help him  and the kingdom survive, his mother  had been forced to cut out her heart. Observing and understanding are two different things.Were any losses worth the gains? There were two ways to approach the inevitable—being dragged to meet your fate or taking the offensive. He saw her. She knew that he saw her. It was as if she were transparent. Like ice, or glass, or something equally breakable. You cannot harden your heart to the future just because of your past. You cannot use cruelty against yourself to justify cruelty to others. But true rulers are not born. They are made.Because it's so hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate. Because it's so hard to see goodness in the world when all you've ever known is terror. How does one use the word ‘was’ for a child? How does one no longer have a brother? The anger wasn’t with his mother or anyone around them. It wasn’t completely on aegon and his kin. It wasn’t even his to wear like a badge of dishonor. He had to pull his threads together. Had to make his mother feel strong enough to take and act with what was hers even as the idea of revenge unnerved and delighted him. The tears could not be stopped.  Jace’s body curled closer to the warmth of the kiss. Somehow, a sort of healing. His mother had always found strength in taking care of others. A curt shake of his head accompanied their eye contact. “I’m the elder brother. I’m the heir. He begged me to go with him. He is just a little boy. It would be better justice for someone older to take his place, but I will not cause you more pain mother. And a warm meal and set of clothes sounds delightful at the moment. Once his body hit the soft material of the chair with the external fire warming the expanse of his skin while the inner one ranged even though he allowed the woman who had brought him into this world and taught him more than any Royal woman had. “Thank you, mother, though don’t make the lives lost on Luce’s shoulders. He admired our grandfather so fiercely for his stance with peace. Let us gain revenge by destroying those who would cause mayhem and force your hand. It is their movements that put us in one column or another.”

[multistoty]

Josie had always found herself fond of the younger Marshall girl. She knew what it was like to be the quiet younger sister often eclipsed and relying on the elder. The only difference was Lizzie was her twin. Maybe it was the fact that Kit was closer to the med students age than her best friend. And Hayley truly wanted the other girl to shine as she did. Kit was a bit shorter than the onyx haired girl with a smile that was a warm sweater on a cold day and a keen mischief to her jewel toned eyes. Most people had eyes that showed nothing or what you wanted to see. The other woman’s orbs were that of windows with depth that needed further investigation though powerfully honest in what their soul was made of. The kind of warrior heart that was wrapped in a soft outershell. It was enough to make Josette Olivia Saltzman’s own heart act like a monster beating at the cage of her chest. Hard as she tries, the melody of their meeting runs through her mind on an endless loop, each time as surprisingly sweet as the last, like a lullaby, like a hymn, and she doesn’t think she could ever get tired of hearing it. The sort of day dreams she had for the other girl may not be returned. The last thing she wanted was to burn this found family of hers into physical ashes. It’s all right to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.  All the Saltzman girl had wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with her ivory hands but with her heart. The crimson haired girl was the kind of person that you wanted to spend every possible minute of the rest of your life with. The kind of woman who could be the inspiration to a reniassance painting with paint brush perfect features. And in her smile she see something more beautiful than the stars. Were Josie was sunshine, Kit was beautiful like a gray sky. beautiful, even though she didn’t want to be. Josie had always wondered about raindrops. She wondered about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It’s like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn’t seem to care where the contents fall, doesn’t seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors. She was a raindrop in this new world figuring out her destination in the water cycle.As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be? She had meant to meet both girls at the park for a sort of lazy saturday picnic, but something about the brooding elder couple had come up. It wasn’t like she had a problem with being alone with the other. They had always gotten along easily. There was something majestic about the dancing morning sunlight as it filtered through the shade of trees on the cinnamon spiced locks of her hair. Lips in a smile that could break apart her spine. She supposed they were softer than a fresh snow fall. Hopefully, the blooming left overs of a blush did not fill the apples of her cheeks as much as the thoughts should agree. A gentle wave worried her hands in greeting before laying out on the tattered blanket as elegantly as a cat with much less stoic confidence. The cup in her hand stretched out to the other girl. She came bearing coffee from their favorite places and pastries with fillings as scarlet as the girl’s hair. It was something Hayley had begrudgingly picked from the pinterest board she sent her. “I come bearing gifts, little fox. As much as I will miss your sister, more for us. Besides, I am sincerely lacking in pop culture knowledge after spending hours in an emergency room for the night. Honestly, if it weren’t for caffeine i would switch roles into the bed. We will let the happy couple share plaid shirts in peace.”

@sapphicwriting​

[punkwyrm]

Does anyone else get in those moods where you go "I wish someone would talk to me." or "I want to talk to someone" and when someone does you go "No, wrong one." Because you know exactly who you want to talk to,