#wraeiths

[desafia]

@wraeiths​ asked for it

              ❝  focus.  on it— fear.   ❞  speaks gently,  softly,  as she sits before him with closed eyes.  she’s not far away,  knees almost touching his with how close she’s drawn herself.  it makes it easier to sense him.  ❝  don’t.  push it.  just.  let it be.   ❞  whatever it is which strikes terror in his heart.  regrets.  shame.  he has to learn to think about it without it taking catastrophic control of him.  ❝  tell me.  what makes you...most.  angry? ❞

[statesangria-aa]

❝  𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄    i  got    too  big    for  my  britches.  ❞

@wraeiths  ( theseus )        ||        sc.

[huntcriminals]

                    ‘ there’s no way you ain’t cheatin’, ’ with an incredulous huff, derek throws his cards on the table, atop of the rest, including spencer’s winning hand. it’s his third loss of the night, and his pride and ego had taken enough hits. picking up his bottle of water, morgan takes a long swig before looking at spencer with a teasing stare. ‘ you learned way too much growin’ up in vegas, kid. no one should be that good at poker, ’     @wraeiths​​  ,  sc.

[thrillorarc]

          her sleep hasn’t been peaceful , painful ebbs of consciousness and nausea leave her eyes swollen , head pounding. she should never have come with ellie , but then -- there was no way in hell dina would have let her go alone. could’ve would’ve should’ve it doesn’t matter now. a shiver wracks through her body , involuntary and debilitating. she hates how much her body is not her own , how much it belongs to discomfort and biology. with a deep , shuddering breath , dina pries her eyes open , accepting that she needs to move. prove she still has some control.

          jesse. he’s here. by her side. even though he has no reason to be. but that’s not exactly true , is it ? dina’s life can be measured by loss. first of her father , then her mother and brother , and finally her sister. but she hasn’t been without family. not since jesse welcomed her into his heart. ( and she let him down. she couldn’t love him enough. )

          “ hey -- ” she manages to croak , a bitterness coating the back of her throat but not infecting her voice. she’s so grateful to not be alone. but there’s guilt , too. and it’s almost as nauseating as , well , the nausea. carefully , dina maneuvers her body to a sitting position , hands running self soothing motions up and down the worn red velvet of her makeshift bed. “ you okay ? ”

my heart is so sad and so happy @wraeiths

[saintslips]

𝓦𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺  𝑮𝑶  𝑩𝒀  𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹  𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹  initial  tea.          hidden  away ,     between  the  brick  and  plaster  of  rian’s  apartment ,     or  in  the  countryside  with  her  nurse.          lucky  was  never  a  word  serena  would  use  to  describe  herself     —     not  until  lucille  agreed  a  trip  into  the  city  was  due ,     and  serena  knew  rian  to  be  away.          feet  on  broken  cobblestone ,     she  rushes  through  the  street  she  knows  so  well  to  knock  on  the  door  beside  rian’s.

@wraeiths​ :) 

[gildedruins]

“ what is your problem? ”  he’d promised himself to be gentler,  kinder,  to avoid reopening old wounds.  second chances are so rarely given,  and he has been so determined not to waste the one he has been given with loki ⸻ but sometimes,  his brother makes it so fucking hard. lighting is sparking at his fingertips in frustrations,  and he curls his fingers in the hopes of hiding it before loki can see. “ i understand that you disagree with me,  brother,  but certainly there are more productive ways of discussing it.  sometimes i feel like i am the only one of us that cares about asgard’s perception of you. ” // @wraeiths

[roseguidedarc]

        𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒,  𝐀𝐑𝐌 && 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  really the only thing popping out from underneath.   eyes closed, breath slow, but dina isn’t asleep.   she can hear the slightest commotion downstairs, ever so often she notices a familiar patter nor two of footsteps wanting to inch toward her door . . to get her from bed . . to try && make her socialize or talk && she   𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽   want to do any part of that.   on the journey back from seattle, dina had allowed the gravity of what happened to really hit her, but with the funeral happy that afternoon it was hard to hide from it !     ;      it’s been two days since she’d moved from this bed . . . she only gets up to use the bathroom or to eat, two things she knows she needs to do otherwise no chance are you getting her to move.    (  she thinks of the baby.  how she’s suppose to take   𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴   of the baby by taking care of herself.   )     she hears a knock, a set of footsteps, && immediately she sighs before saying:     ❝  i’m not getting up.  you’re wasting your breath. ❞    / @wraeiths   liked for a short starter ,  accepting !

[desafia]

@wraeiths​ sent: 💧 + reverse padme :)

             she senses distress the moment she crosses the threshold into the senator’s chambers.  worry furrows her brows and magnolia quickly makes her way towards the bedroom.  she would not normally intrude,  but something is amiss and the closer she gets the more she understands.  or at least,  she knows what it is she was feeling.  she grows still in the doorway.  she has never seen padmé in such a state.  the woman is full of empathy and emotion,  but she tends to be poised.  a knot forms in the pit of her stomach.  slowly,  she begins to approach her and reaches for the other’s hand.  ❝  why?  tears?  ❞