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are you a good witch or a bad witch? -The Wizard of Oz

MASON .

HE  WANTS  THE  HELP,       but  he  also  wants  to  convince  himself  and  everyone  around  him  that  he  doesn’t  need  the  CONSTANT  PROTECTION.       it’s  hard,      being  forced  into  the  structure  of  the  perfect  killer  and  yet  somehow,      coming  out  unscathed   ——-      yet  it’s  not  that  simple,       his  mind  still  haunted  by  what  he’s  almost  lost.      he  couldn’t  survive  alone;       he  needed  them  to  help  him.       and  by  that,        he  could  nearly  kill  them  all.        he  couldn’t  ALWAYS  rely  on  their  help    —–    sometimes  he  had  to  fend  for  himself. 

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but  it’s  clear  he’s  not  getting  anywhere  now,       and  that  she  isn’t  going  to  give  up      (     it’s  refreshing,      knowing  that  she’s  not  the  type  who  WOULD  just  leave.     )      ❛   late  advice,    ❜          he  insists,       a  small  smile  on  his  lips  even  if  he’s  in  pain    —-    he  always  looks  for  reason  to  be  positive.       ❛    okay,      caught  me.       i  didn’t  want  you  to  leave.   ❜        he’s  not  protecting  his  pride  so  much  anyway.        he  lifts  his  shirt  to  reveal  the  wound,      eyes  quickly  darting  away.        ❛    if  you  tell  me  i’m  gonna  be  okay,     i’ll  believe  you.      i’m  not  difficult  to  convince.  ❜     

         INNATE   BENEVOLENCE   BOUNDS   HIS   BONES .          that   much   she   can   tell .          reminds   her   of   who   she’d   once   TRIED   to   be     ;    hidden   away    for safety   though   all   she   strived   for   was   NORMALCY .          LOYALTY .          ability   to   protect   those   she   loved .          to   be  brave   in   the   face   of    supernatural   war .          instead ,   she’d   been   made   a    WEAPON .

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teasing   smile   renders   one   of   her   own ,     INSTANT   RELIEF    that   the   pain   isn’t   so   great   he   can’t   muster   a   joke .          ❛     ───     you’re   gonna   be    FINE   .          i   promise .    ❜          sincerity    rings   true    in   tone ,   crystalline   gaze   wide ,    serene   at   the   state   of   the   injury .          fingertips   stay   steady   at   the   edge   of     blossomed   wound ,    pearl   incisors   pulling   at   bottom   petal   in     contemplation    before   countenance   morphs   to   one   of   realization .         ❛     ───     i   don’t   have   a   spell ,   but   .  .  .   i     DO    have   an   herb .          the   most   i’ve   used   it   on   is   a   swollen   ankle ,   but   it’ll   heal   you   faster   than   waiting   it   out .   ❜

charlie   single   handedly   yanked   my   ian   muse   out   of   the   gutter

Things bled. They bled and bled and would not stop bleeding. There would be no dramatic end, she realised, only a slow withering […] bleeding and more bleeding. —Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North (via soracities)
[ fidget ] from marcel !

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.     //     ╰  ˚・` ✧   accepting !

        THERE   IS   ONLY   BLACK ,    punctuated   now   and   again   with   blinding   flash ,   thunder     roaring   in   time   with   cold   blade   to   her   thorax .          PERSISTENT ,   RELENTLESS   RAIN  and   one   swift   sting .          sanguine   runs   hot   and   cloying ,   choking   and   diluting ,      washing away .          strained   lungs   gasp   for   breath ,   struggle   to   scream ,   and   then     stop     altogether .          shaking   frame     CURLS    into   familiar   arms   that   jolt   her   awake ,   digits   gripping   white - knuckled .          parted   petals   swallow   air   in   desperation ,   wide   eyne    frantic   in   return   to   reality .   

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❛     ───     no ,    no !          PLEASE !    ❜

          ❛     ───     marcel !    ❜

My will is mine, I shall not make it soft for you. —Aeschylus, Agamemnon. (via vulturehooligan)

#same

ISAAC .

 isaac  was  absolutely  sure  his  information  regarding  the  things  that  creep  within  shadows,  the  horrors  that  go  bump  in  the  night,  was  AMPLE. 

 more  than  ample,  actually.   he’s  dealt  with  homicidal  revenge  lizards,  he’s  dealt  with  twin  alpha  werewolves  who  do  some  weird   anime  morph  to  become  a  giant  douche-wolf.  he’s  seen  some  shit.   he  thought  that  he  knew  enough  about  the  supernatural  that  nothing  could  leave  him  shocked,  let  alone  flabbergasted.

 but  no.

 vampires.

 fucking  VAMPIRES.

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‘  you’re  fucking  with  me.  witches,  fine.  witches  are  cool.  ’    he’s  tempted  to  say  witches are  hot  but  he’s  really  only  met  one  ————  but  to  be  fair,   the  one  witch  he  has  met  is  fucking  gorgeous,  breath  taking   actually.    ‘  but  vampires?  is  asthon  kutcher  about  to  jump  out?  am  i  on  punk’d?  i  can  already  see  the  trailer.  SUPER  CUTE  WEREWOLF  BOY  PRANKED  BY WITCH,   what  happens  next  will  shock  you.  ’

          LITTLE   SHOCKS   HER    ANYMORE .          least   of   all   new   discoveries   of   mythos    ;    once   thought   only   lore   but   rings   TRIED   AND   TRUE .          arches   rise   on   tender   brow ,   chin   coming   to   rest   upon   palm   with   a   smile   in   mock   offense .      scoff expels .          to   hail   from     BEACON   HILLS    and      JUDGE     new   orleans   truths   is   half   comical ,   half     absurd .          lashes   dust   rosette   cheek   in   exasperation ,   head   shaking   in   the   slightest   as   verbiage   tumbles   with   laced    wit .

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❛     ───     oh ,   because   beacon   hills   is     SO   NORMAL    ?          what ,   you   believe   in   fox   spirits   but   you     DRAW   THE   LINE     at   vampires ?    ❜

mirth   falls   in   accordance   with   widened   gaze   at   sheer    vanity  ,     (    even   if   feigned    ) .          petals    seal   puckered   in  amusement .          ❛     ───     wow .          and      HUMBLE    too .    ❜

B.