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[tcrnishedcopper]

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[bnbrns]

I could just… eat you.

[tcrnishedcopper]

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[rcliicta]

ㅤ *    ❛ i seem to recall being bent over more than just an alter. ❜     a fondness tugs at her lips, barely containing the laughter that rolled through her chest. brows raised upon his statement,     ❛ do hate to be anything but … useful to the two of you. perhaps we should revisit the chruch, it could ease lucifers mood && i hear they have made some lovely renovations. ❜     

[tcrnishedcopper]

~ ' NO, he shouldn't be rewarded for his sullen mood....you and I should take to the church OURSELVES. ' As if a decision has somehow been made, the teacup finally made it's way to the ARCHANGEL'S lips. Gabriel sipping at the h o n e y e d liquid cradled inside the porcelain. Pulling it a way with a rumbled hum. Eyes offering a coy slow look some may even describe as SLY, at DEATH HERSELF.

' We would appreciate the fineness of the...renovations far more than him I daresay. ' ~

[tcrnishedcopper]

 “ Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an Angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood…..                                                  …..would you ever really want to see an angel? ”

 ind. archangel gabriel  | semi-selective  | Lucifer & Hellblazer comics                                         ( with inspiration from The Prophecy trilogy )                                                                                                       [ formerly tcrniishedcopper ]

[die-rosastrasse]

Vladimir Borovikovsky

Russian, 1757-1825

The Archangel Gabriel , ca. 1800s (detail)

[theqveenofironarchive-deactivat]

[xunreinx]

'She's not yours to kill, Gabriel. I mean that. If you're not going to take advantage of her very well honed skills, then you won't touch her at all or you'll find yourself in a room similar to the one you enjoyed after that disastrous tantrum to get our Father's attention. Is that clear?'

[tcrnishedcopper]

~ THE SMILE on lips remained, fixed in place, yet TURNED...morphed into something sour. Something SHARP and hostile. A imperceptible edge that glistened with the sudden threat of a cutting blade at Lucifer's words. A flicker of RAGE behind ancient hues, licking to life before being h i d d e n away behind a blink of dark lashes. Teacup set aside with an exaggerated hum. GABRIEL'S head cocking to the side.

' A threat of timeout in the pits for going against your word.....how uncannily FAMILIAR, brother of mine. ' ~

[unseencne]

@tcrnishedcopper ↷ ( gabriel ) asked : i don't think less of you.

          ❝   but perhaps you should, gabriel.   ❞            the words left his lips calm, almost too calm, yet the bitterness beneath hem was sharp enough to cut. they carried a coldness he did not bother to soften, a harshness that was no accident. hades had no desire to befriend any angel. he had endured enough of their kind, enough judgment disguised as mercy. he would not add another name to that list, nor grant another the chance to weigh him with their heavenly scales.

whatever gabriel chose to believe, it mattered little. they were not carved from the same stone, nor bound by the same fire. and one such as him                   could never truly understand one such as hades. 

[tcrnishedcopper]

~ ' OH COME NOW, I thought your brothers were the ones with the chips on their shoulders, not you, Aidoneus. ' A hand found it's way to the pocket of PRISTINE slacks. Tucking snuggly into the neatly tailored fabric with an offhand ease as it's twin cradled a cigarette between and index and middle finger. The Greek pantheon....they had always been so incredibly TEDIOUS. Tiresome and FETTERED with an in fighting that made his own kin look positively wholesome - a feat accomplished by few.

Gabriel had had his DEALINGS with them of course - bloodied and steel edged as many of those encounters may have been throughout the eons - and he had always held a tempered REGARD for the god before him.

Thus it was AMUSING more than insulting that the feelings did not seem mutual - how unfortunate.

Bringing the CIGARETTE to his lips, the A r c h a n g e l pulled a slow drag from it's glowing end. Allowing smoke to be released in a delicate nonchalant swirl. ' And I daresay you really wouldn't want me thinking LESS of you. ' ~

[intellectys]

what motivates you?

i’m fueled primarily by spite

[blytthe]

[heartshop]

Anne Sexton, Complete Poems­

[lonesplendour]

                    You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure.        It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied.                     What more can one want?

[tcrnishedcopper]

   ' ...old gods have no concept of basic respect it seems. Pity. '

[malabu]

enemies to lovers (part 3): comforting each other

“i know we’re not… friends or anything, but… i’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

“i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders*

“just… tell me what i can do to make you feel better.”

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“hey, look at me. i’m not going anywhere.”

“you seem to be the only trustworthy one around here, so can i talk to you?”

“ you know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.”

“i don’t want to bother you. seriously, it’s all just… it’s a lot.”

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i can’t stop crying.”

“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.”

“there’s snot all over your shirt. it’s quite gross, actually.”

“you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with. and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice.”

“you’re welcome to stay here, for as long as you need.”

“it’s okay to cry, you know.”

“stop apologizing. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“we don’t need to talk, all right? let’s just… stay here, holding each other.”

“you were always there for me. let me be there for you.”

“oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” 

[bnbrns]

I could just… eat you.