#feartouched

[meltedwiing]

sometimes i think abt what diego would have been like in the 60s if he dropped earlier in the decade than he had and then i’m sad because like, when five shows up in canon, diego is just like “cool it was a fluke and now you’re here to pick me up” but if he had been there longer? locked up for as long as klaus or allison had been stuck? oh boy, he would have been... it would have been Bad.

[thrillorarc]

          “ the need to destroy things creeps up on me every time , ” there’s a cigarette between her fingers , but it’s cold now. will need to relight. it’s almost like lex has forgotten it. and maybe she has. looking over at em , she’s almost vulnerable. almost a kid. and then her eyes turn to hannah , sleeping in the backseat of that beat-up old  corolla. “ but it’s not about me. ”

the absence of god by rilo kiley // @fearstouch​

[hunten]

@kasuf      :      what can you see inside of me?      * 

the hunt guides her.      it is a hypocritical power in its way      :      bloodthirsting for those who are feartouched while she herself remains equally fearsome,      equally something to be stopped      —      but who would dare to take on a hunter?      daisy      :      a soft name for a brutal thing.      a tilt of the head,      as if regarding prey;      there are people who have hurt,      and people who will hurt,      and it is her duty,      her fearbegotten job,      to      . . .      control the situation.

she isn’t sure where ramza falls in.      if they need to be stopped.      a research assistant,      should be as ordinary a job as they could be,      dull,      librarianesque,      something she would scoff at.      nothing is as ordinary as it should be,      not at the institute.      she’s spent enough time in its everwatching halls to know.      (      i breathe and the air is thick,      fearful itself      :      something unholy filling this place,      clogging up the senses,      making it hard to breathe.      there are eyes on the back of her neck all the time.      she fucking hates it here.      )      ramza has that redtinged aura that those touched by the fears have,      that connection that screams out to her      :      this is a monster.      this is a danger.      crimson warning lights flashing over and over in her mind.

‘      nothing good,      ’            daisy says,      shrugs her shoulders up - down.      eyes light up      :      the better to see you with,      my dear.      sentences stay short      :      the better to trap you with,      to make you reveal whatever secrets are hiding in there,      to make a choice.      my dear.      she is not going to tear any throats out in the middle of the archives but it is helpful,      always,      to have a list of those who may be a danger,      those to keep an eye on.      in case.            ‘      if you’re wanting me to read your palm and tell what’s chasing you,      i can’t do that.      can tell you something is,      though.      ’