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[xenraptured]

rapturesparagon:

How much he could relate to such a thing.

He resented them both, his ‘parents’, finding more comfort in the fabricated ones that gave a sense of home and love.

'Son, you're special.'

Much better words to hear than ‘greatest disappointment’. But she never displayed this much grief over such a thing.

"Oh. That’s good that you got to see the real ones and be kinda happy about it. I uh…I mean yeah it’s really good, right?"

                 There’s the faintest hint of a smile and it almost feels nice. It’s been too long since she’s had reason to be happy. Even harder now trapped beneath the surface, not a ray of sunlight to be found and only the nightmare songs of the insane to serve as music.

                                 But this one’s trying too.

               Outclassed, outmatched and somehow he still treks on. An uphill struggle while chained, prevailing against another would-be tyrant. His hope is his strength and his hope is what makes him ever so naïve.

               “How I feel about my father is a complication that I’m sure will take the better part of a century to decipher.

                           But that was ever the way with that man.

                                   Nothing could ever be simple.

                                                ----You would have hated him.”

[xenraptured]

biioluminescent:

"…Have you been living under a rock? Anyone would say that. Your whole style is just…outdated." She folded her arms, cocking her head to the side.

She didn’t really care about “decency.”

           “Let’s just say I’m new in town and I’m still finding my around.”

                   For all the wonders of this new era, the people are still very much the same. No matter the time or place, there will always be men and women alike, ready to share their unwanted opinions at the drop of a hat.

                               But she’s much too amused to be affronted.

                   “But rather than criticize,

                               you could show me where I could find a change of clothes then.”

[xenraptured]

           Several inches of reinforced glass is what separates them from a watery grave. Buried at sea----his words, spoken with the authority of a man resigned to a life without meaning, a man who’d been ready for the grave years ago.

                       “I never knew my family. Not until recently that is.”

               She places a hand against the cold surface of the glass, seeing only her reflection within the gloom.

                      “The people who I thought were my family were frauds. But my father----my real father. He tried. I’ll give him that.”

[xenraptured]

biioluminescent:

"You look like you walked out of an antique shop, lady."

            A slender hand smooths down the front of her blouse, a gesture devoid of meaning, merely an action meant to fill the space of a silence as she takes a deliberately slow draw of her cigarette.

                      “Some might have the decency not to draw attention to a girl’s flaws.

                                                   Especially in a public place.”

[xenraptured]

rapturesparagon:

"I don’t unravel, and it’s not a problem if I don’t want it to be, so I won’t need to think about it if I don’t want to!"

             “It certainly sounds like a problem to me. If there’s one thing I’ve learned time and time again is that there’s no running away from your problems.”

[xenraptured]

rapturesparagon:

"I have issues with people tryin’ to ask me things that I don’t even understand anymore! How’m I supposed give an answer when I don’t even know them for myself?"

             “Well, that’s your problem now isn’t it? Given how I’m no longer allowed to care. But trust me, mysteries like yours have a way of unravelling themselves eventually.”

[xenraptured]

rapturesparagon:

"Yeah well I think you ask too much for stuff I don’t even know about. And my past…that’s even worse."

                 "What I ask is pertinent to understanding you. I have little desire in a travelling companion I know nothing about, but if you take issue with the matter then fine, no more questions."

[xenraptured]

rapturesparagon:

"You know, I think you ask me too many questions. Too much pokin’ at me. What are you tryin’ to get at?"

          “Can’t honestly expect a girl to travel with you for this long without question.”

[rottedhope-archive-blog]

hobbies include killing my dad

[observando]

She burned too bright for this world.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via observando)

[rapturesparagon]

"Thanks. Just doin’ what I can, even if it’s not much. Easier to give up, but quitting’s soft-talk."

[xenraptured]

“The thought of quitting has never crossed your mind? Not even once? You've never thought of ripping all that Adam from those little girls?”

[rapturesparagon]

"I didn’t do anything bad…I’m trying to help people. And I’m not afraid of anything.”

[xenraptured]

            “If this matters in the least bit to you then... I see a good man when I look at you. There are very few of those in this world.”

[rapturesparagon]

"….Too much. I um…. don’t like talking about it."

[xenraptured]

                “Only the guilty need fear 'such stuff as dreams are made on'.”

[xenraptured]

               "What do you see, when you close your eyes, Jack?"

[rapturesparagon]

He clears his throat. Anything associated with that name never set well with him.

"I have yet to see a working washing machine, so I’ll settle for trying to keep clean clothes this way. But this isn’t a black tie affair, so you don’t have to go on formalities. ‘Jack’ works just as good."

"Plus, ‘Mister’ makes me sound old."

[xenraptured]

       She's fully aware of what she's doing. Pushing buttons. To her credit she doesn't crack a smile, rather she holds her amusement inwards.

       “Jack it is then. But your name isn't what's being discussed here. It's your rather indecent state of undress. If you're so adamant in running around without a shirt on then I suppose I'll have to take matters into my own hands and find you something suitable.”

[enraptxred]

Beyond the Sea || Elizabeth + Jack

[rapturesparagon]

Always a surprise to see someone not completely out of their mind in Rapture, but the few that dwindled about in the halls had their own private haven, their own hide-away rooms to go to lest a splicer meander near.

And it wasn’t a common sight to see these survivors, no, not by any means.

He’d only been in the room for a few seconds before he managed to spot her, a woman who lay motionless along the floor against a window. 

Knelt down on one knee beside her, his eyes watched her carefully for a sign on life, moving close to frantically for any sign of movement along her bloodied face. He had broken his gaze to scan the room for a few seconds, wary that perhaps the culprit of this barbaric act had been nearby or hiding along the shadows. Jack was already preparing to lay into them for harming yet another innocent. His thoughts of retaliation and growing tempers had ceased when she stirred, his focus darting back to see evidence of life, or at least a struggle for it.

Perhaps a bit of first aid in exchange for hunting down the guilty party.

Pulling out a spare kit’s contents, his fingers began to gingerly pat away at the blood along her forehead while his free hand still held hers. His voice was quiet to keep from attracting more attention, leaving a hushed tone to be spoken in the silence of the room.

"Can you hear me? You’re gonna be okay, I promise. Just…I dunno…. try and grip my hand if you can hear me, okay?"

[xenraptured]

     She thinks for a moment that she's still dreaming.

            But the hand that curls around hers is solid. Real. The warmth of the fingers intertwined with hers brings a comfort she's certain she's never known. For a time perhaps, with him, when she'd been so easy with her touches and seen even his iron-hard resolve melt with a hand against his and a smile on her lips. When innocence hadn't been brutally stripped away by a father who thought himself a messiah. Two fathers, both the same man, both who'd managed to fail her so spectacularly. Still, she'd loved one of them and she still missed him now.

                    Somehow, after all she'd suffered, a naive part of her still nursed a small hope that he'd be there for her in the end. 

            The voice that coaxes her back to the world isn't his, riddled by static or imagined, but she knows this man all the same.

     Not Booker. But... there's a struggle. A fight to remember what she should know.

            “--Jack,” she whispers.

     Her eyes flutter open and even in the dark, it's still too bright. She flinches, letting out a pained whimper. Still she holds on, too weak to move, her vision still swimming. Even with the world still blurred, she recognizes her surroundings. Not the Lighthouse then, but Rapture. And somehow, she still sees him.

            He's fighting for her with blood on his hands. Her blood. She should be dead. A clinical part of her mind knows her own injuries and catalogues them all. Concussion. Skull fracture. Intra-cranial bleeding. No amount of bandages would do a thing for her, but somehow, she's alive. The hand of god or more interference by a pair of twins who have made meddling their new mandate. She doesn't know, she doesn't want to know.

                  ------A new memory breaks the surface.

     “Sally!” She gasps. Panic gives her the strength to look, but there's sign of the girl she sacrificed everything to save. “Where is...where is she?”