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[nightiingaled]

Titus forced himself to look at Luche's body laying cold and lifeless among the others that had been managed to be recovered from the wreckage of the latest battle. He’d taken quite the beating from the looks of it, went down in a hell of a fight. Most certainly honorable, but it often left behind nasty corpses. Luche was no exception.

But Titus forced himself to look anyway. It was the least he felt he could do, for a man who had been as much a support as Luche had. Stepped up and took on leading the glaives in his stead when he was unable, helping to lessen his workload by taking care of reports or other less official tasks and duties. It had taken a lot of weight off of Titus’ shoulders.

“Christ…�� he growled lowly, lowering himself down to one knee beside the body, meeting the dead gaze of the late glaive, a chilling sight he was unfortunate enough to be far too familiar with. “Didn’t even have the decency to close your eyes, did they?” Titus’ touch was feather light, as though afraid too much pressure would shatter the remains of Luche. He slowly drew down the man’s eyelids, closing them for the final time. Something in his chest twinged painfully at the thought.

The good were always taken too soon, the sight before him a testament to it.

He stayed knelt beside the body, his hand now hovering over the shoulder tentatively. Titus had never been incredible with words, at least not the softer ones. He could rally the glaives with a short talk, carve deep into someone’s psyche with a subtle sharp comment and offend with some rather memorable curses. But when it came to comfort and gentleness, he wasn’t sure he was even capable of it.

Though it wasn’t as though it would matter too much in this instance, not as though Luche would hear him.

He finally brought his hand to rest on Luche’s unarmored shoulder, unintentionally giving it a squeeze, a silent apology.

“Rest easy soldier, you’ve earned it”

(Twosidedsoldier)

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[florafounda]

META   + family!

META TIME : FAMILY (+LOVE, cont.)

Much like her concept of love, family is a complicated term for Kit and it's very much wrapped into the fact that she DOESN'T understand love. Based on what she's heard and observed, family is one of two things 1) people you are related to by birth or marriage or 2) people you love dearly that you keep with you.

Sophie had a family - her father, Vincent, and her surrogate mother. They raised her, housed her and protected her, until they couldn't.

Of course, Kit only remembers this family in fractured memories that she doesn't even completely trust are real. So that leaves definition number 2. But Kit doesn't understand how a family can exist if LOVE only exists in the pages of her plant books. If LOVE to her is the rising sun - how does that translate to people? When she watches families interacting, she wonders if they are simply people of relation or if that is love? If something in the way they act and speak is equal to the feeling of love.

When she travels with people, when she grows close to them, she wonders if they are family, but she knows they can't be. After all, she doesn't know how to love. And she hates herself for it. Love is for plants and cats and the sun. By definition, they can never be her family.

[auras3ye]

it    took    all    of    two    seconds    to    realize    this    one    was    going    to    be    a    massive    fucking    headache.    if    there    was    a    way    to    clock    overtime    for    this,    warren    would    be    charging    triple.    as    it    was    this    oh    so    glamorous    job    didn't    pay    a    cent,    instead    it    came    with    perks    of    smelling    like    rotting    decay    *&    playing    babysitter    to    young    witches    who    couldn't    control    their    damn    magic.    they    oh    so    badly    want    to    hex    jamie    where    they    stand    but    that    would    be    a    misuse    of    warrens    limited    powers.    there    was    no    sense    in    angering    the    fates    as    that    would    just    make    the    next    little    while    unbearable.    they    provided    warren    with    little    information    on    a    good    day,    on    a    bad    day    he    may    as    well    "fuck    the    dog"    to    get    help    on    that    one.

he    makes    sure    his    walking    pace    is    a    step    ahead    of    the    witch's,    hands    are    tucked    deep    into    the    dark    trousers    he    wore.    the    blessed    silence    being    blown    away    by    the    nattering    in    his    ear.    annoyance    was    the    default    on    a    good    day,    on    a    bad    day   ?*    this    idiot    was    going    to    render    his    only    guide    silent    if    he    didn't    shut    up.    *&    unfortunately    for    them    both,    that    was    out    of    warrens    control.    stopping    rather    abruptly,    warren    turns    to    face    the    witch    with    slight    reluctance.

hands    untuck    from    his    pockets    *&    cross    sternly    across    his    chest.    however    their    eyes    soften    if    only    just    a    fraction.    fingers    tap    on    his    left    arm,    lips    pressed    into    a    tight    line,    a    breath    exhaled    from    his    nose.     ❛❛     since    you    clearly    are    choosing    to    ignore    what    i    said,    let    me    break    it    down    for    you.    and    i    do    advise    you    listen    carefully.     ❜❜    eyes    narrow    now,    but    the    fingers    stop    drumming    as    warren    takes    a    meager    few    steps    forward.    ❛❛    first    of    all,    i    don't    really    care    why    you    are    here.    it's    simply    the    fact    you    are    here    that    makes    my    job    difficult.    my    job    pertains    to    departed    souls,    not    living    ones.    this    is    out    of    my    element    by    a    long    shot.    secondly,    not    that    is    any    of    your    business    but    you    should    be    mindful    not    to    irritate    me    too    much.    i    unwillingly    shut    down    and    will    absolutely    useless    to    you    in    any    regard.    last    of    all,    since    you    are    in    my    domain,    technically    i    can    help    you.    however...     ❜❜

there    is    a    pause    in    the    damp    air    *&    the    warden    lifts    his    finger    to    punctuate    his    point;    boot    pressing    hard    into    the    ground.    ❛❛     i    am    given    very��   little    information    on    journeys    that    are    required    of    me.    since    you    invaded    this    space,    i    have    nothing    of    use    to    help    you    leave    this    place.    but,    what    i    can    do    is    tell    you    how    some    people    escape    the    mortal    plane.     nothing    more    and    nothing    less.    ❜❜    he    bounces    back    on    the    balls    of    his    feet,    hands    folding    behind    his    back,    eyes    glittering    with    promise.

truth be told, Jamie has no recollection of coming here. he doesn't know why he's on the astral plane right now --- he had no intentions of going there, he'd merely been trying to sleep (as far as he remembers) so there's a possibility that his magic had sent him here on its own. which was incredibly inconvenient for the both of them as he looks around the rainforest and wishes he were at a beach instead. it's not surprising that just a moment later he catches the scent of salt water and follows the path forward towards that, his hands being shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he listens to the other speak.

"my magic . . . " he started slowly as he moved to keep up pace with Warden. "--it's not exactly easy to control. i didn't come here intentionally. i think, for whatever reason, my magic ignited in the night and that's how i ended up here. i can't always control what happens with it. i don't particular enjoy astral projection. the last time i did it, i got lost. it was a weird feeling, being lost on the astral plane." he knows the other doesn't want to talk to them, but he's going to make them listen anyways. "i apologize for the inconvenience. if i could stop it, i would."

[horrorstoried-a]

@inkedspelled​  asked: Elle gives Sylar a big ol' smooch on the lips.  /   lenore  joining   me    on   the   spite   train.  

sylar    is    never    going    to    get    tired    waking   up     like     this   .     for    his   entire    life     he    felt    alone    ,     like    no   one     could      ever     understand   him    .    then  one    day    elle    bishop      stepped     out     of   heaven     &   brought    him    back    to   earth   .     admittedly    it     wasn’t    hard    for     his    heart    to    beat     just    a    little    faster   in    her   presence    .        he       likes     to    watch      her     sleep    ,      but    by    far   sylar     will     not    object       to     being      the    sleeping     beauty    awoken     with     a    kiss  .   ❛    well       good      morning    to    you     too   .    ❜    arms    maneuvre  to    swing    gently    around    his     girlfriends     neck      .

[driftwalker-fr]

i log on to the dragon website. i check the markets. i engage in capitalism.

[all-in-all-life]

Watch my video continuesly

[ikcrhn]

tiene que corroborar que fémina le dirige palabra a él, echando vistazo a lado vacío de manera disimulada. cuando lo confirma, resopla fuertemente. ' ¿tan mal me veo? ' es cierto que no está en sus mejores ánimos, pero esperaba que su rostro no lo delatara ' uh, paso. no quiero mezclar tragos hoy ' se excusa.

‘ te notas aburridísime ’ está exagerando, no le está prestando mucha atención a su acompañante como para saber qué está pasando con elle. ‘ ¿quieres hacer unos shots? — pierde quien termine primero en el piso~ ’