#IF YOU THINK SHIT SUCKS NOW YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN' YET

[cynicallyscorned]

IF YOU THINK SHIT SUCKS NOW?

...You ain't seen NOTHIN' yet.

[jichulichu]

"Hey, you, baby, you don't know how bad it's gonna get. If you think shit sucks now, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

[muutosarchive]

he stands all jagged edges. despite round curls, or smooth edges of the collar that remains fitted about his neck. charlie is a man who's seen true monsters. paralyzed & stuck staring. his resolve is naught of a normal priest. hardly considered one, the dilapidated walls of his aging chapel are like prison bars. & the bitterness upon the deity's tongue has long since soured & fermented. strengthened from years of pain. not just his pain, though. no... but his, now, is the only pain that matters. standing centre aisle, boots planted. pulled over denim, as his slight chest pulls inward & extends outward. no existence of one, without the other. charlie is hardly too dense to consider the possibility, that this being has nothing to do with his earthly religion.

teeth clench, with hair adorned upper lip bouncing. trying not to show his fear, yet -- surprisingly it is not much. the longer they coexist without incident, the more the anxiousness in the priests gut becomes easier to live with. face scrunched in anger & confusion, of which his kind is seething, & quiet. as scary as it is rare to see.

he's not mad at the angel. no.. more likely to believe this an angel, than any being with a halo. though the words cause charlie's mouth to relax... blinking his eyes back to life, whilst looking for a moment of self reflection. when he spares it, & when he hoards. yes.... as big of a liar as he is willing to be honest. "yeah, well maybe i just ain't wantin' nothin' from ya'..." he states, looking up at valtiel with the petulance of a young man. spat, but the comment is insightful nonetheless. if he can gain nothing, he will spare no judgement nor truth.

his flickering eyes take in more & more of the angel. the body, as it moves -- so different than he. hanging, it's demeanor is casual. & charlie's hands slide tensely into his pockets, whilst shoulders rise. turning to have a better field of view.

though now his narrowed brows are signifying thoughtful consideration of unexpected advice.. pain is the quickest teacher -- well don't he know it.

lips part, & time slows as his breath follows suit. sucked in, & out of his lips. "the hell'd you jus' say?" what the hell did you just say? he doesn't understand the question, yet implications are loud & clear. or so he thinks. perhaps his mind is rolling too fast... especially since. "you don't know nothin' about me -- or what the hell's a fair trade for what i lost, fer' that matter." he exhales, & his anger relaxes along with his face. "shit.. i ain't even know it, yet."

‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’ charlie

❛[   ⊗ GROWLING SUGGESTIONS ≻ accepting !

`WIRY, ATRAMENTOUS TONGUE COULD TASTE THE SHARP ATMOSPHERE OF BETRAYAL. Bitter, saline and brackish-- - FLAVOR THEY'VE MANY TIME EXPERIENCED. (SOURCE HAD ALREADY LEFT THE DOORS OF THIS HOLY DOMICILE). Stood now the cause, vocal with assurance of reasoning. “&– - Honesty oft' a rare communion-- - how interesting when you spare it and when you hoard.” The Angels seizing voice hints something of AMUSEMENT as it twisted the Fathers own thoughts to become their words.

`ITS CRAWLING FORM SILHOUTTED BY THE RADIANCE OF SUN BREAKING THROUGH ITS WINDOWED PLATFORM. Like figure stained to imagery // BUT THIS WAS NOT HIS HOUSE OF PRAYER (AND THE YELLOW GODS VISAGE WAS OF LIFE & BLOOD // MUSCLE & MARROW). Still, divine frame found sanctum upon walls-- - seeing no need to succumb to the ground where mortal walked. Only peeling came of that from hands, body twisting backwards so it hung unbothered. “&– - Careful; pain is the quickest teacher. People will become cautious, and your desires may become more difficult to feed.”

`VALTIEL CARED NOT ABOUT PAIN FOR PROGRESS. Bore from it and born into it // JUST AS ENTWINED IN THEM AS LIGAMENTS AROUND BONE. (THEIR HANDS WERE NOT CLEAN OF THE SAME // ARE HUMANS NOT DESCENDANT OF A HOLIER IMAGE, AFTER ALL?) However, at the same they were little concerned with ACTUALLY providing advice to one that wished to do the same-- - the Angels desires was much more self centered. (THEY TURNED THE WHEELS // THE COGS // TO SEE HOW THE WHOLE DEVICE WOULD WORK). “&– - Did one loss piece equal a trade for what you wished today?” // @muutos