#003. the city beneath the waves will be my tomb ( bioshock )

[heartvess]

she wants to believe him. she wants to find that trust so easily; to let him wrap her in his arms. she can’t bring herself to. she can’t bring herself to let him love her or care about her. nothing’s changed, has it? nothing ever changes. she understands now where they stand. was he ever happy? was she? and it’s in that moment the reality of it all sets in. two, nearly three, children, years of dinners and affection, and for what? she never wanted to be his entire world. she only wanted to be a part of it, but it wasn’t good enough was it? she wasn’t good enough.

ocean eyes lift, red rimmed and so tired. she isn’t sure she believes him. she isn’t sure she trusts him. how can she? “ i give you my honor. i give you my hand and heart, with the faith that you, above all others will be my partner. i give you my patience, my love, and my strength when your own fail you. i give you a part of myself, and though you don't own me, know that i am yours. from this day forward. i vow to be your partner in every venture to take, always by your side, from this day forward. i will not lie or decieve you, as you’ve promised to never deceive me. that this life, with you, will be safe, and happy, and loving. ”

oh, shit. she’s quoting wedding vows at you, buddy. she’s quoting her vows to you. 

“ i understand it meant nothing to you. that your desire to see andrew ryan fall was so all consuming that even i, your wife, couldn’t show you that there was more to existence than having things you didn’t need to begin with. i grieved you. our children grieved you. ” she murmurs, but she isn’t moving. she doesn’t need to. “ and my hope for you is that you find that fulfillment that i couldn’t give you, but i won’t let myself fall back into you like you didn’t hurt me. i won’t let you decide that you value me or whatever this is. because while you say you won’t leave, there will always be another andrew. there will be another person you’ll be blinded by, and all over again, you’ll forget those words you’re giving me right now. ”

so, she stands up. she’s pulling herself together. if you want her back, you’ll have to do better than that.

@glitchedmuses​ ::  ❛ You got me, okay? and I’m not going anywhere. ❜ - frank ( the wheel said atlas. so you got atlas. )

[heartvess]

they both have a habit of connecting dots that aren’t there. it’s how they work; their dynamic. problem is, if they aren’t on the same wavelength, one of them is going to spiral out of control. it’s normally booker. coffee and spite are not enough to keep you running, bud. that spiralling has resulted in forty-five minutes of information that isn’t relevant or connected in any way. except the red sweater. she definitely got that part. it’s when he asks her what she thinks that she tilts her gaze. “ what the hell is wrong with you? ” she questions. no, really. none of it is connected. she clearly needs to feed you and put you to bed, bud.

@mvnces​; ✮ = a generated line of text into whatever this is. /for booker.