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[darkinherheart]

darkinherheart:

It’s been 8739867893634 years. I will reblog this once more tomorrow when my dash isn’t dead. But it’s been 85734964 years and even so, so many people still follow me/have sent me messages. My heart hurts but in a good way. This got really long but if you want the long story short, at the bottom, in large font, I’ve linked where y’all can find me if you’d like!

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[darkinherheart]

darkinherheart:

It’s been 8739867893634 years. I will reblog this once more tomorrow when my dash isn’t dead. But it’s been 85734964 years and even so, so many people still follow me/have sent me messages. My heart hurts but in a good way. This got really long but if you want the long story short, at the bottom, in large font, I’ve linked where y’all can find me if you’d like!

Keep reading

[darkinherheart]

It’s been 8739867893634 years. I will reblog this once more tomorrow when my dash isn’t dead. But it’s been 85734964 years and even so, so many people still follow me/have sent me messages. My heart hurts but in a good way. This got really long but if you want the long story short, at the bottom, in large font, I’ve linked where y’all can find me if you’d like!

Thank you all. Allison Argent was that muse, the one that clicks, the one that’s home. I grew with her, & y’all made sure I didn’t die with her hah. Though I didn’t say it, some of my hardest times of my life were spent on here & it’s funny my url is darkinherheart because honestly, this blog was such a source of light for me. And so so so much of it was thanks to you. Each & every person who is reading this, who wrote with me, who hit that follow, who messaged me, who existed. Thank you. I can’t say it enough. Thank you.

There were hard times, but c’est la vie. There were times when I felt like the token Allison blog just because I had been around for so long, or because I was friendly with many people ooc. I was told as much quite a few times. As much as I loved being loved, this blog’s main focus was always my writing, expanding that & developing it along with my skills via this outlet. It got to a point where every milestone felt a little... undeserved.

So I did something crazy. I made a multi, back when it was pretty uncool. And honestly? I was fine by that. I chose a basic af theme, awful icons, & went for it. the main focus? My writing. If anyone was going to follow me there, I wanted it to be for the writing. So I chose a pseudonym, a childhood nickname, one even mentioned on here if you check about me stuff! & a blog was born.

Some of you followed me over, some didn’t -- & that was 100% okay! That was the plan! I kept Allison off that blog for the longest time, just to make sure I knew I wasn’t a one-trick-pony, so to speak. And I loved it. I regained friends & found new ones. It’s definitely nowhere near what I had here, but this blog, like I said, was special. I eventually added Allison, but not until I hit a very large milestone.

I wasn’t going to say anything on here because, like I said, I was trying to prove something to myself, not to drag anyone over there with me, especially if they’re not into multis. I totally get it! & I’m so sorry this got long & I still feel like there is so much that can be said, but I won’t. But the other day, I found someone who had remade a blog after a long time, & I was so genuinely happy to find her on here again, that I figured, why not make someone else happy if they’re still looking for me? Heck I don’t think you are but! I figured I’m well-established enough on that blog to not feel too crazy about it & I genuinely miss you all.

So, if you’d like to reach out, you can find me @lagaudiiere. 

If I see you, welcome back, I’ve missed you so much! If I don’t? I can’t say thank you enough. I love you. Thank you. You’re welcome to IM me over there even if you don’t want to follow. Thank you for a great gosh knows how long I was on here, this was something special, & it was all thanks to you.

[darkinherheart]

chasejustice:

i don’t know about you, but i’m feeling 22. okay so as you may have noticed ( from the banner and the opening line ), it’s my birthday! of course, the best way to celebrate a birthday is a bias list, so here it is. before i get to the actual list, i just want to say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone that follows me and stick around even though my activity is shit. you guys are truly the best of the best. y’all deserve an award or something.

anyway, onto the alphabetically ordered list now.

THE SPEED FORCE. aka: the ones that i write with / have written with / want to write with, the ones that i could not imagine my dash without, the ones that inspire me with their portrayal and writing, the true mvps.

@batgirlbatarangs / @birdfromthenight . @libertybellex / @cacciatriice / @citysaviour / @cyberyond / @cxpt / @darkinherheart / @deathrisen . @nightclawed / @depthdweller / @elsheir / @exposestruth . @raisedluthor / @falsegcd / @featheredfury / @feltwinter / @filioprodigo . @cobxltblue . @matxrnus / @godcoded / @gothamhood / @gothamsjustice . @charmerattack / @greendreambro / @hackergcddess / @harriscnwclls / @herxwnhero . @snxwmaidxn / @impawsiblegar / @indxstress / @justwhellmed / @kryptondaughter / @morzzcode / @nerffighter / @nonaziharlot / @notaquawoman / @notatlas . @battleofvalues / @oliverqxeen / @ownheroism / @perfectedrobin / @purrsuasion / @redwiitched / @saraqxeen . @scurcecode / @seismicfault / @showmaxter / @snowtist / @starsfallen / @sunbeamiing / @supergiiirling . @nevcrsmiles / @tatteredwiings / @techpaired / @themyssciran / @thrownsoul / @toshootfirst / @vowedjustice . @becamebetter / @velocitatum / @vitess / @worldsavcr /  @worstavenger / @xstrange / @ziinariya . @unleashcd

even if you’re not on here, know that i love you !

[darkinherheart]

sacrauri:

OKAY, SO THIS IS rather mindblowing, if i’m being COMPLETELY honest. i’ve had jace for ONE YEAR NOW, && it’s just c r a z y to me to sit back && think that i’ve had him for SO LONG, yet i’m still finding new things to EXPLORE with him, or new things to get EXCITED about. there’s so many of you that have JOINED me for this journey, too, which is ??? something i’ve NEVER expected. it’s rare that a muse lasts so LONG for me, && i’ve NEVER hit so big a milestone. i just want to take a MOMENT to thank EVERYONE who’s come along for the ride. honestly, i wouldn’t still be on this blog, EXPLORING everything there is to explore, without your SUPPORT && GOOD VIBES. i honestly think you’re all so amazing, && i have so much LOVE for you all. so THANK YOU for joining me in seeing how much jace can BECOME. now, i do want to take a moment to thank some specific people, though, who’ve REALLY made a difference in this blog, && who’ve significantly impacted me as a PERSON. 

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vulpesvoid:

he has always had a good eye for catching the cracks that appear on masks that people wear around him, ( maybe being shoved to the side has it’s perks after all  )  the cheerful, polite attitude people expect from them has never been harder to perform. he knows it far too well. so when they wait for scott by the lockers, he catches the small sadness behind her usually cheerful eyes. he is hesitant at first, unsure of what to do or say  

(  if it is his place to say anything at all  )  but soon enough, he can’t help but break the silence    ❛     you okay ?    ❜   it’s a soft  murmur, elbow lightly nudging her arm as he watches her.  he wants her to know that it’s okay to talk to him – he knows how hard it is to keep the casual and cheerful behavior around the halls  –  he doesn’t blame her. 

                WHERE FIRE ONCE LICKED AT HER SKIN ONLY ASHES REMAIN — vividly is agony recalled from when she had first learned about werewolves, about all the LIES & skeletons that resided within the Argent closet. It had burned, hurting her in a way nothing had before. Yet that was more bearable than what was left in its wake ; since the day she had allowed darkness to find home within her heart ( one that DEATH had nearly claimed. ) She feels distant from the living, having felt death's cold grip nearly swallow her whole, she's not the same yet she's ALIVE — a paradox she cannot explain, therefore she buries it along with the part of her that had died that night. His words catch her off guard & so she forgets for the briefest of seconds to uphold carefully built walls. Yet instinctively, there's already a smile on her lips as she readies them to lie. But soft murmur is louder than any yell, gentle nudge makes her look at him, really look at him, & she can't. This is STILES & somehow that changes everything. ( He too is familiar with the darkness that haunts her. ) I'm fine or I don't know doesn't seem enough, yet she cannot give him more.  ❛ Are you? ❜ Gaze is averted, eyes seeking the familiar face they're both waiting for ( because it's easier that way. )

[darkinherheart]

ok so I just signed on to check something really quick with the intent to disappear without anyone knowing but seeing all the baes on my dash ( who I’ve missed like gosh I’ve forgotten how talented & wonderful you all are! ), the people who still follow me ( after all these years – always I’m ), or the angels who followed the moment I signed on just djkfghdf. So I’m organizing drafts / seeing who’s still around & whatnot then likely messaging those I still owe to see who still wants the thing or not.

If anyone wants to hmu for whatever reason please do it makes me happy. Also as part of the whole revamp/fix up/guess who’s back back again thing, I’ll be updating exclusives. If you’re on there & want off ( or want to stay! ) shoot me a message/IM so we’re on the same page as I don’t want anyone to feel obligated what with me being gone for a while. Heck if you want on there hmu too but I mean I’ve been gone? So I don’t expect anything & remember that I have an exclusive call that can be liked at any time so there’s no pressure for it to be right now or anything like that.

[darkinherheart]

THE SAPPY PART.  i made this blog at the end of june as a remake of my old multimuse. i’d been gone, really, on and off for over half a year so it was time for a fresh start. the fact i’m nearing this many followers after just two and a half months is honestly amazing to me. i remember when i made my first multimuse that every time i turned around it was in people’s rules that they wouldn’t interact with them, there were vague posts all over the dash about people who ran them. it was rough. so i dropped them and went back to single muse blogs for awhile. some of you have followed me since my first multi, some of you have followed me since either diana or laura or rebekah. some of you i remember on my dash from my first indie for hestia. it’s insane to think that far back, because then i start to feel old, but regardless i am thankful for every single one of you. i’m also thankful that i’ve somehow not made a run for it, yet, considering i’m known for remaking a blog somewhere between two hundred and two hundred and fifty followers. 

THE PEOPLE. okay so i’m going to guarantee that i’m going to miss at least one person, if not more. i follow about two hundred of you, and really i should put up a blog roll so that you can go through and follow every single one of them. instead, however, i’m going to try to keep this list manageable. i know i hardly read long ass lists, except to check to see where my name is on it ––– because i’m that person ––– so shorter is better. i’m also going to only list one blog per person, because some of you have more than one. if you ever love a writer i have listed and want to know more of their blogs, feel free to message me and i’ll be a slut for them and tell you all about their blogs and my love for them. i tried to do this alphabetically but it’s really more just alphabetically by the first letter and fuck all for the rest. 

@awesomegaydar / @antiiheroics / @brookesmxrt / @cheapthriill / @chantillystained / @darkinherheart / @dontdoboyfriends / @deucalionsdarcy / @everyvictory / @finalgirled / @floriilege / @gritheart / @gonnabelegends / @goldenfilled / @glorystained / @hallfhearted / @huntality / @heartguided / @ineveryvein / @industrialsandpaper / @lostlovethrice / @lagaudiiere / @loveisaviolence / @moonsunandme / @omenbrought / @occultiist / @offacades / @postvoided / @parkerwitch / @realhumanbeiing / @streetwiise / @starsfallen / @triicksterfox / @wardealt / @wistcrias / @whatsthesiitch

[darkinherheart]

jedichosen:

╰    throws sprinkles  !!   i’m awful at emotional speeches so let’s pretend this is one of those.   basically icb i’ve had anakin for less than a month and so many wonderful people are  !!   interested in plotting and writing and all that jazz.   so tysm and here comes a lil list of awsome people that i write with ,   talk to or just simply admire and adore having on my dash.   stay golden ,   pals  !!    ╯

✪  @ahphra  ✪  @alderaanheir  ✪  @antagxnized  ✪  @astrosci  ✪  @booskywalker  ✪  @brookesmxrt  ❪  +  @ingenuitys  ❫  ✪  @captaxn  ✪   @cosmichymns  ✪  @cravesfreedom  ✪  @cruelveined  ✪  @darkinherheart   ✪  @democraticqueen  ❪  +  @lagaudiiere  ❫    ✪  @ethelo  ❪  +  @apparata  ❫  ✪  @herselectrum  ✪  @jedialone  ✪  @khagaan  ✪  @lastorgana  ✪  @lostlovethrice  ❪  +  @anreiber  ❫  ✪  @lxdytano  ✪  @meraxesrider  ✪  @mutantsided  ✪  @nabxrrie  ✪  @ofmortalfright  ✪  @onceporcelain  ✪  @onlyrcd  ✪  @orgxnx  ✪  @rebelutionary  ✪  @reservedel  ❪  +  @floriilege  ❫  ✪  @rosereigned  ✪  @snxps  ✪  @starhaze  ✪  @strongvoice  ✪  @sunshinemade  ❪  +  @dawnbuilding  ❫  ✪  @tanriisal  ✪  @toshootfirst  ✪  @undcne  ❪  +  @neverturn  ❫  ✪  @veiledrevenge  ❪  +  @perpetualruin  ❫  ✪  @victoroius  ✪  @wickedlilrabbit 

[darkinherheart]

10 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

rules : tag 10 people you would like to get to know better/talk to. repost, do not reblog. tagged by : @marypoots​ ( aka one of my longtime favs )

one ( name / alias ) :  sara. two ( birthday ) :  november 27th. three ( zodiac sign ) :  sagittarius. four ( height ) :  5′2 &1/2″ ( the half is important ok ) five ( time ) :  9:30 AM six ( sleep ) :  sleep is for the weak ( or those blessed with the ability to get their minds to shut up ) ah idk my sleep is all over the place. I typically stay up ridiculously late, hate myself & regret it in the morning, swear to myself never to do it again ft. coffee to keep me alive, repeat. hours depend on class/work/hospital shifts but if it were up to me 9-9:30ish is a decent time to wake I think, sometimes 10. seven ( favorite books ) :  the book thief, a tale of two cities, the night circus, the secret history, the hp series. eight ( favorite artists ) :  too many but to name a few the script, joshua radin, imagine dragons, florence + the machine, nsync fite me, hans zimmer, andy black, justin timberlake, the list goes on & is all over the place. nine ( last movie watched ) :  in theaters? suicide squad. out? I think begin again. ten ( college ) :  currently attending, hope to graduate & go on for my masters + get an mba. eleven ( dream job ) :  in an ideal world I wish I could be that writer who gets to travel the world & write inspiring & beautiful novels & novellas in say a little gem of a coffee shop in france or by the water in venice. experience & live & love & be able to put that to paper. but in this world probably something badass in business. twelve ( the meaning behind your url ) :  allison chose to sacrifice herself in order to be able to locate & save her dad. that sacrifice left her/her heart vulnerable & allowed darkness to find its way in, hence it being dark in her heart.

tagging : @dangerknocking, @ironarmored, @swordriven, @queenxcersei, @erchommai, @redwiings, @influencedbyfear, @clarkkes, @leksakom, @lostlovethrice, @boltstruck, @affinityforsecrets, @sunshinemade, @toerr, @blvdhavens, @alibicurious, @parkerwitch, @literally anyone I follow that sees this just say I mentioned you bc I literally love reading other people’s things for this + I have an excuse to talk to you.

[darkinherheart]

grinninghand:

OUTOF.    feels strange to be in a popular fandom again,  but i can’t say it’s been a bad experience at all !  despite not getting to interact with a lot of people yet, due to my own slo-mo self,  there’s been nothing but welcoming people in the community  [   dc or not  !   ]  and i hope i can return the favor a little bit with this shout-out here. going to keep it short and sweet, so thanks for being so inspiring, talented, and kind xo

@clowngore​  —  @nevermissneverdie​  —  @vcnefica​   —  @flamedamaged​   —   @purrsuasion​ / @kablooeey​ / @retrokilled​ —  @arkhammade​ —  @redstrained​  —  @rearctor​ —   @100021​ —   @criedhard​ —   @stardustwoven​  —  @warcoded​  —  @warcompass​  —   @whatwatson​ —   @lovesbullets​  —   @lassowielder​  —   @captumm​  —   @toxichourglass​ —   @secondflag​  —   @heartcheeked​   —   @psyclownsis​  —  @katanamercy​  —   @aphoticbloom​  —  @godchampion​  —    @harlykinns​  —    @goatdick​  —  @factorfear​   —  @starbreathed​  —    @skinsdcgs​  —  @alleyspat​  —  @agnelino​  —  @falsegcd​  —  @wintersspectre​  —  @certifiablynutso​  —   @jnnifersbdy​  —  @poisonkissed​  —  @londonmiine​  —  @thnndr​  —  @spiideroos​  —  @thccreeper​  —   @becomesrotten​  —  @ychtzee​  —  @scythead​  —  @rottenjoke​   —   @lesswench​  —   @blckvcnom​  —  @halfeyed​  —  @possesscd​  —  @krypttonlegacy​  —  @vulcanistics​  —  @birdofjustice​  —  @rearctor​  —   @soulbladed​  —   @darkinherheart​   —   @devourshim​  —  @immiineo​  —  @talentforlying​  —  @archaicwitch​  —  @tahitiwoke​  —   @hingedjaw​  —  @wasnoangel​  —   @wildtypc​  —  @devilcontrolled​  —   @thaumae​   + BLOGROLL.

[darkinherheart]

damianwane:

he aint dead anymore i just love remembering him

in loving memory of jason todd

[darkinherheart]

erchommai:

               He sees it ––– finally ––– the f a l l. He sees it brighter than the fear that shrouds her courage ––– her defiance. That small spark of defeat; the rebel that will lead the coup and he plants it, digs it, presses it down harder with prickling fingers, burning out the memory of HIM; washing out whatever else she could conjure to delude herself from the truth. Jonathan Morgenstern was dead. He burned along with the fire. And he will do no more BURNING for anyone else.  And he relishes her defeat with a smile made of cinders ––– a hollow man running on embers. 

                            ( Both the SPARK and the GASOLINE to set the world aflame. )

       And her the favoured –––––– the one who shares the seat to the end of the world or burn along with him. 

              Head tilts gently, a refrain from his sharpened edges as he frees her from his grip to watch her stumble; bury her own soul of her own accord. SINNERS were no good at sinning after all if you didn’t let them fall. She matches his pardon with a soliloquy. An open monologue to deaf ears and a dying audience. Milk in her defiance for the masquerade that it is; a plea of the martyr. Until its not and his name is yet again brought back to the surface. Eyes darkened with malice. Annoyance scorching from his clenched fists, And as he stands before her, feeding off her reluctance, he’s less a man and more THE MONSTER. So hungry for havoc and her demise until he quells it, puts out the flames with a smile, hides again his agenda with ICE until he’s only an inch away from her skin. The back of his hand grazes her cheek and the smile withers. ❛ Why would I kill you? You’re my only friend. ❜ 

                        IT ISN’T UNTIL HE LETS GO & SHE STUMBLES THAT SHE REALIZES — he had been holding her up. Hands catch the brunt of her fall & she just stares — at the destruction, at the ground, at scrapes & fresh droplets of crimson she’s welcomed when hands are turned ( yet no sound escapes her lips. ) It’s only when she realizes she has to look up to meet his gaze that pushes her to stand again, feet firmly planted as if she’s anchored ( to this moment, as if her pain grounds her. ) She sees the flash of emotion that slashes across his features & wonders what it had been she’d said ( she’d said so much how could he not say anything? How could she only see a glint of emotion, of something she could try to recognize if it wasn’t so fleeting? How could he mask everything when she felt like an OPEN BOOK? ) Fingers curl at her sides to try to aid her in keeping emotions at bay ( in hiding the red staining them. ) His smile, so cool & { EMPTY } makes heartbeat accelerate, leaves her with an urge to SCREAM ( for something! For the boy she’d known, for something she could hold onto, something she could recognize, for EMOTION that would tell her she wasn’t the only one feeling everything hitting her all at once & he NOTHING. )

                  This time, eyes don’t flicker to his hand, she keeps steady gaze set on him, looking for that glimmer of emotion, a reaction, anything ( but she’s met with NOTHING BUT ICE. ) How could he say something like that & have nothing change in his expression, in intonation? ❛ I was. ❜ & he hers. ❛ I thought you died. ❜ How does Sebastian keep his words aloof when her pain ( at the thought, reminder of the LOSS ) betrays her? Again, eyes fall to the war zone they’re in the middle of ( she’d almost forgotten! Had felt as if she’d left one battle for another. ) ❛ Can you stop this? ❜ Not will you, not a request. ❛ I can’t — this is too much Sebastian. ❜ Use of stranger’s name spoken in hopes to assuage.

[darkinherheart]

hegavehope:

          he can hear her accelerated heartbeat, it’s like the sweetest symphony to the wolf, because at least it’s still BEATING. scott nods & offers her a small smile.       ❛      do you…. — do you want me to get you some water ?     ❜   he asks after hearing how she sounds. the wolf’s first instinct is to take her pain, he knows he’d be able to handle it, but there’s something that’s warning him to STAY BACK, &  as hard as it is to listen to that voice, he does. he can hear EVERYTHING, every breath she takes, every soft, barely audible to the human ear noise that she emits, it’s loud &  clear to the wolf.   ❛      that’s understandable, it’ll get better eventually, though. i’m sorry for asking, i should’ve known what the answer would be.     ❜   he wants to advise her to lay back down, that she should take it easy, but she was allison argent, after all, &  scott knew she wouldn’t heed his advice.    ❛      um, …. —- there was an ACCIDENT. you were pretty badly hurt, but you’re going to be okay now, which is a good thing.    ❜   eyes widen at her question &  scott can feel his heart BREAKING. she doesn’t remember him. his mouth opens & closes several times as he desperately tries to come up with something, anything to say but fails each time. he doesn’t want to make things any worse on allison, but he can’t get a proper grip on his emotions no matter how much he tried. allison couldn’t forget him. he couldn’t lose her, especially not like this. there are tears threatening to spill from his eyes, the wolf inhales sharply, wiping at them furiously in order to prevent them from spilling out. he had to be more COMPOSED than that, she was already overwhelmed as it was, he didn’t need to add to the stress. what was he meant to say to the girl he was still in love with when all he was to her was a STRANGER ?    ❛      y-yes, i know your father. you don’t remember me ?     ❜  

                      HE OFFERS WITHOUT HER HAVING TO ASK — he was there when she’d woken ( & though he’s not familiar, waking up ALONE in a too white room with aching bones & no answers is an alternative she wouldn’t have wanted. She’s glad he’s here, odd as it may be. ) She nods, grateful smile on her lips. ❛ Thanks. ❜ There looks to be a WAR RAGING within the boy & for some reason it bothers her, she wants to ask him what’s wrong, what he was thinking ( there’s even the inexplicable urge to assure him that she’s okay, that she can take care of herself. ) She almost does ask but more queries bubble to her lips with every answer he gives her ( & there’s that look again, this time worse because it looks as if that war from earlier is one he had somehow lost. ) She runs a hand over pale features, trying to expel unbidden thoughts. ❛ An accident? ❜ As if repeating the words would help bring its recollections back, make it real ( the PAIN was surely real. ) ❛ Like — a car accident? ❜ She meets his gaze again, heartbeat escalating as she realizes she doesn’t remember. She swallows, willing breaths to even — she can’t do this. Not now ( not ever. ) She takes another breath before speaking, words a low whisper so as not to betray the panic curling its way around her heart. ❛ No. ❜ & though it sounds stronger than she feels, it still sounds small, sounds almost like a — plea? Request? ( For what? Answers? Help? Understanding? Something to take away the pain? Her dad? ) ❛ I don’t remember. ❜ An admission that’s not quite as soft & the beep beeping of the machine giving her away. She winces at the sound, shutting eyes briefly, again trying to calm herself. ❛ Do I — Do we know each other? ❜

[darkinherheart]

woredeath:

                      he uses his body to push her’s further down the empty corridor, his arms wrapped around her waist & his mouth wound into a smirk when she spoke. ❝ well if it soothe’s other’s wounds what kind of man would i be to DENY that sort of healing power to the world? ❞ but they’re further away from the crowds now –– he can hear the voices of the other students ECHOING off the walls, pouring around each corner as a reminder that they were confined to meeting in the SHADOWS. both pure in blood but from families that looked at that status with different eyes, from houses that would rather disown them then let them be. his voice lowers, long torso bending to rest his head against hers. ❝ i don’t know if i could survive someone else being LOVED by you. ❞ a tad dramatic, but he couldn’t imagine seeing her look at someone else the way she looked at him. couldn’t imagine someone else being as lucky to taste that familiar taste of her. it almost made him sick to think about it.

                        HEART ACHES ; ALL THE HEALING POWER IN THE WORLD wasn’t enough to mend the ugly scars & wounds littering throughout their lives ( their families, their houses, the losses they’d experienced ) the ones on the horizon that she shut her eyes on when she was with him. With each step that he pushes her away, it’s another step further taken from the DARKNESS, & she allows her steps to blindly follow his lead, the corner of her lips twitching at his words, at this ( at them. ) She’s about to ask him if he had anyone specific in mind she could test the whole healing thing with, maybe show him just what  he was suggesting she do for others ( make him REGRET it ), perfect her technique but he pulls back. She stays there that way — in his arms, eyes still shut, willing ragged breaths to even. Soft exhale leaves her lips when his head rests against hers, eyes slowly fluttering open & meeting his. That same breath catches in her throat at his words. She’s drowning ( in so many things she wants to say, in the promises she wishes to press against his lips so he can taste the truth to them, in the way her heart is beating even faster than before, in how DARK his eyes are, in this — in them ) but she’s also soaring & it’s a paradox she doesn’t want to understand. She wraps her arms around his neck ( not using her scarf that he’s still sporting, she wants to be as close as she can ) her lips meeting his — & it’s DIFFERENT this time, it’s heated like before, but it isn’t fire meeting gasoline but something longer lasting, lingering, molten fire. It’s not URGENT so much as important, it’s not her trying to fit as much as she can in what little time they always have. She pulls back, but doesn’t look at him, instead burying her head in his chest as arms wrap around his frame. Then don’t let them. ❛ Good. Me either. ❜ Words so muffled, she’s not even sure he can hear.

[darkinherheart]

erchommai:

         The RECOGNITION in her eyes is louder than the cry of skin against grating bones and he feels the shameful tug of being seen. His armour a facade under those amber hues and his insides are faltering; walls sharing a crack right through the middle and he’s NUMB. Quiet and stoic in his grief, solid under her pressing gaze and as far from crumbling as humanly possible ( which wasn’t very far in the grand scheme of things. ) His own green stare transfixed at the offered comfort, the balled up jacket just hovering in between them, an outright offer to help and he’s FROZEN in his seat. He’d nearly forgotten what actual human kindness looked like and now that it was staring him right in the face ––– it was SCALDING. Gingerly, he accepted ––– his chest a racket of complaint and anxiety. His father’s words once again blaring in his ears. And the boy does nothing but stare at the coat still bundled in his grip. This was enough and too much already; more than he’d anticipated and barely enough of what he’d expected. Jonathan is awe-struck as one question rings in echoes behind him: how do people survive like this?  ❛    No. That’s not necessary. Neither is this.   ❜  He accepts defeat in the eyes of the universe, handing back the kindness he can’t take ( nor deserve. )   ❛   You didn’t see or hear anything. Understood?    ❜

                          SHE STARES AT HIM, EYES WIDE  lips parted as words escape her. It doesn’t even register what he’s holding out to her ( she’d already written it off, had expected it to be coated in DARK RED by now! ) looking at it a lot like he had when she’d first handed it to him. ❛ Not — necessary? ❜ When it sinks in, eyes flit to the growing crimson seeping into his shirt, dark gaze further widening as she turns to meet his gaze. ❛ No. ❜ What is he doing? No, she doesn’t understand, she can’t. She doesn’t see how it’s unnecessary, she did see something. ❛ Jonathan — ❜ what? ❛ I don’t understand. ❜ She shakes her head. ❛ You need — ❜ No, he does not need, that’s not what she wants to say. ❛ Let me help. ❜ Not enough. ❛ I want to help. I’ve done this before. & I can’t just — ❜ unsee this. Mind is racing, as if trying to match the pace of beating heart. ❛ Okay. Just — let me do this & we can never speak of it again. I won’t tell anyone. She leans back against her seat, hand running over ragged features. ❛ There’ll be less questions this way too. ❜

[darkinherheart]

woredeath:

            long legs extend out as he leans back against the tree, just far enough into the FORBIDDEN FOREST to ensure their privacy, but not too far in as to risk their safety. there weren’t a lot of places they could spend time together anymore –– not with the carrows practically DROOLING at the opportunity to find any members of the once great DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY meeting together. even here they had the threat of being caught where they shouldn’t be. who knows what lurked the forest on HIS behalf. he found himself preferring to think about that than to think about the way the other boy looked at her. ❝ you’ve seemed pretty busy. ❞ 

                 EVERYTHING’S A MESS, A WHIRLWIND SHE FEELS PASSING HER — it extends just beyond her fingertips ; she can’t hold onto this, can’t fix anything & it’s the most frustrating feeling in the world, knowing something is wrong, & being unable to do a single thing to stop it. The Carrows hurting little kids, their school ( some place she had felt SAFE in ) yet another war zone, just one that looked different. People missing, friends ( with blood somehow deemed less worthy than hers ) on the run… if they were lucky.

                                             & then there was Adrian.

               A storm of his own clouding dark eyes whenever he looked at her, one she had thought to have once been able to make sense of yet now? Now he seems a million miles away rather than a few steps. His voice used to draw goosebumps, now she’s only shivering at the air wrapping around her frame ( & the unrecognizable tone to his voice. ) She takes another step towards him before joining him on the ground, facing the forest ( funny how that unknown is easier to face than the one she’d been trying to make sense of. ) ❛ That’s it? I’ve been busy? ❜ She had TRUSTED the boy by her side, something Allison Argent had stopped doing after her mother, something that was rare in times like this. She hates that his words sound false to her ears & she doesn’t want to look at him as she hears it.