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Why should I apologize                                for the monster I’ve become…

… when no one has apologized                                              for making me this way?

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Tagged by: @hopefullovingsmile Tagging: uhhh i tagged a bunch of people for this off my main so i’ll leave this alone now aha

as ludger | as victor

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Love does not stop when someone dies.

Jem Carstairs, City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare (via paperwhisperings)

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I just remembered how Into You reminds me of spicy vicju and mmmmmm

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The shipping process:

Muse: -tugs sleeve. Points at other muse- I want it.

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I didn’t want to do it. I really didn’t. I had no choice, though. They were going to take you from me, and I couldn’t allow that.

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xxmathis

“You were.”

A nervous smile is shown, because while there still remained an anxiousness with his wonder of what Victor was mumbling about, he didn’t want him to think too much about it. It would only bring about more anxiety, wouldn’t it?

“Hey, it’s nothing you have to apologize for. You obviously didn’t know you were doing it.”

He nudges Victor a bit, seeing as he was slowly losing his attention again. Didn’t need him mumbling nonsense again, right?

“You look tired. Maybe it’s time you actually sleep? Come on.”

             “I-I...I’m sorry...” Another apology, despite Jude’s words against it. At this point, everything is getting hazy and he isn’t even sure what he’s apologizing for. Sorry for being sorry? Or for earlier? Or for killing him? Killing him... That has to be it. That’s always it. He’ll always apologize because he doesn’t deserve Jude’s forgiveness and never will. Who forgives for that? Who, who, who--

            The slight nudge nearly causes him to gasp as he’s pulled from his thoughts, more akin to pulling him from drowning in water. He had been sinking, getting off track. Now he glances to his lover, his eyes both glazing over him somewhat, out of focus and out of touch. “J...y-yes...” he mumbles, closing his eyes briefly before looking back to him, though it’s still disjointed. “Will you sleep beside me? Please...please...”

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@xxmathis from x

               He’s well aware he no longer needs to flatter or flirt to get what he wants, of course. But he does feel that his romantic side now can at least make up for the awkwardness that was their initial relationship. What kind of mess was that? He couldn’t just cough out pretty words like he can now. 

                “I know that, but I want to win your heart every day.” He almost looks sad. Just let him live his gay dreams, Jude. Don’t shoot him down.

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“Hm…” Lara stares into the air, still considering, now distracted by the thought of Julius. There’s something… something off about that thought. She isn’t quite sure what, but she is also sure she was so close to reaching it–

At Ludger’s words though, she returns her gaze to the notepad, adding his request to the end of the list. “If you’re coming down with something, I expect you to wash your hands and wear a mask before you come near Elle… She’s still very small, and we don’t want to have to worry about taking her to the doctor because she’s come down with something terrible.” 

Lara isn’t a hundred percent sure how careful one has to be around a toddler of Elle’s age, but she is also fairly certain that a stomach bug is not something one wants a very small child to have.

After a moment more of thought, she reaches for the GHS on the table and begins to slowly type the list into a text– after a few seconds her vision begins to swim and she slumps forward, barely catching the edge of the table with a hand.

                Hearing her say he needs a mask has him sigh of relief, not realizing she probably means a mask over his mouth and not his facial features. “Yes, of course. I’d hate to see my little girl sick. I’ll even wear gloves too, just for safe measure.” He’s almost too eager about this, coming out from where he was practically hiding. 

                 His heart stops in his chest when she pulls out her GHS. She isn’t...texting Julius too, is she? His mind has already hit the panic button and he begins to come forth, opens his mouth to tell her not to bother, but he finds himself running over as she begins to fall. “L-Lara!” Now at her side, he places a hand to her back and his other stays out in front of her, ready to catch her should she fall. “Let me get you to the couch so you can lie down...” 

               Before leading her away, he takes Elle, placing her in her highchair as it’s the nearest thing she can sit in. As he comes back to Lara, he discreetly slides the GHS from her hand that’s against the table and begins leading her to the couch so that she can settle on it. “Maybe I should go into town...but I don’t want to leave you here like this...”

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ofstarsandskies replied to your post “                    tfw ur dead lovers are talking to each other.”

"I'mnotdead; w;"

               “Ahaha...y-you’re right. You’re not...y-you’re not dead...and you never will be...” His body shakes, a stark contrast to the wicked grin plastered on his face. Whether it’s trustworthy or not is up to Ludger.

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hopefullovingsmile replied to your post “                    tfw ur dead lovers are talking to each other.”

"Honey, you know I've always approved of Jude."

               sniffs. wipes nose. nods. wife is too good for him.

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                    tfw ur dead lovers are talking to each other.

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“Hm… food for Elle, fresh vegetables… pick up prescriptions…”

Lara absently tapped the pen against the notepad she was using– writing the shopping lists out helped make sure she didn’t forget anything, even if she did have to transfer it to a GHS afterward anyway– while tiny Elle sat in her lap, tugging on her mother’s ponytail.

“Is your brother coming over for dinner again anytime soon? I haven’t seen him around in a while… I like him– you should invite him over if he’s not.”

If he was, she needed to add some extra time and ingredients to make those tomato cookies he liked…

               His brother? Oh shit, it’s happening again...

                  He keeps his distance, not even wanting the sight of himself to become a reminder to her that him visiting for dinner is impossible. Time to make another excuse. “I’m not sure. He’s been so tied up at work, you know. I’ll shoot him a text and see if he can stop by sometime.” The words fall effortlessly from his lips, but they stain him and leave a pain in his gut. Lying to his wife... It’s for the best. He can’t explain to her that he’s dead -- and sure as hell can’t tell her that her husband is the one to have caused it. “I like him too, though. ...I miss him.” Not a lie. 

                  And just to seal his statement, he pulls out his GHS and types a quick text to his brother, sending it away to a device that’s long broken and rusted beneath the waves. Gruesome details like that cause his stomach to turn. “...Could you add some nausea medicine to your list, dearest? I think I’m starting to get a stomach bug.”

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Clever got me this far Then tricky got me in Eye on what I’m after I don’t need another “friend“ S m i l e – and drop the cliche ‘Till you think I’m l i s t e n i n g I take just what I came for  – then I’m out the door again

Peripheral on the package Don’t care to settle in Time to {feed} the monster I don’t need another “friend” C o m f o r t is a mystery Crawling out of my own skin Just give me what I came for – then I’m out the door again

Lie to get what I came for             Lie to get what I need now   Lie to get what I’m craving                  Lie and s m i l e to get what’s  { mine }

Give this to me    Mine, mine, mine         Take what’s m̦̜̭̠̻̺̭͇͗͌ͪ̔̄́́i̟̪̤̙̼̝̽̆̓̆͢͡n̻̗̮͖̙ͩͪͥ̂̒ͬ͊͌̉͢e̺̪̹̣͚ͯ̍̏             Mine, mine, mine                Take what’s mine                     ṁ̰̺̩̐͐ì̦̤̈̑͐ͬ̔͠ņ̩̳̺̘͖̞̰̉ͬ̑̊͜ͅe̡̲̦͎̣͇͂̄̅̚͢ ̷͈͓͊̽̓ͥ͡ṃ̿͛ͮ̉̊͌̚ḭ̸̴̩̟̼̺͗̔͞n̷̦̾ͬ̇̌͒̍eͭͭ̄̑̀͊ͯ͐҉̖̰͚͉̝ ̛̖̜̐ͤͩ͊͊̇̈́ͤ̉͟͜m͚̥͕̭̍̍́̕ͅͅi̛̱͌͋̐͟n̷̤̖͉̤ͪ̇̓́̃̊͒e̢͚̥͔̙̘̋ͅ

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[Tosses a tomato.]

                 “Don’t do that! You’ll bruise it!” Perfectly good tomatoes are not meant to be thrown, Jude.

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                wife is too cute. victor.exe has crashed.