#umbrarch

[moonshed]

there   is   blood   on   my   hands.   there   is   a   shadow   in   my   soul.   some   nights,   i   pick   at   it   as   i   might   do   a   scab,   bruise   blooming   beneath   it,   dark   and   inflamed.   i   have   been   ensnared   by   the   soul   edge,   the   malfestation   has   burrowed   behind   my   rib,   and   i   have   desecrated   the   monastery,   and   i   have   murdered   my   eldest   sister,   and   there   was   an   instant–   caught   in   the   amber   of   the   evening   sun   too   beautiful   for   such   heavy   loss–   that   i   might   have   slain   my   closest   companion   as   well.   in   only   four   years,   grief   has   become   synonymous   with   retribution.   my   duty   shall   not   be   his   death.

THE   CATHEDRAL :   with   what   little   remained   of   our   travels,   we’ve   bandaged   maxi   ‘til   his   heartbeat   mimicked   the   sound   of   the   sea again. xianghua   sleeps   beside   us,   so   we   lean   close,   our   voices   caught   under   the   rainfall.   we’ve   taken   cover   from   the   sudden   downpour   in   the   far   remains,   and   i   keep   kali- yuga   at   arm’s   length,   its   energy   an   obscurity,   temptations   tessellating   and   dangled   before   me   like   faded   crepuscular   stars,   barely   visible in   this   leaden,   brumal   night.

... i   pray   that   the   shower   cleanses   the   staff   of   his   blood,   that   i   do   not   have   to   touch   it   myself,   working   it   out   of   the   woodgrain.   yet   when   he   speaks,   he’s   kissed   by   the   moon,   and   i   am   reminded   that   his   fate   has   been   secured   one   moment   longer:   “   this   is   not   the   day   i   die,   i   promise you.   ”   and   in this, he   sounds   so   sure.

come   first   light,   the   tides   will   invite   us   once   more.   i   will   feel   the   ache   of   battle settle   into   my   marrow and   i   will   be   grateful   for   the   sleep   it   brings–   lulled   with   the   rocking   of   the   ship.   but   now,   i   place   my   hand   on   his   shoulder   ( the   warm   beneath   the   fabric   is   enough ), and   i   hang   my   head   with   a   weak huff   of   a   laugh.   “   you   seemed   eager   enough   earlier,   maxi.   ‘s   enough   promises   for   today…   aren’t   you   exhausted   yet ?   ” @umbrarch

[yuanwang]

✿ hi again for ho chi-mo and ece snake maybe ...

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

fallen angels bring back so many memories omg..these two would DEFINITELY KNOW EACH OTHER THOUGH! i think it would be neat if they knew each other through their childhood, but ece moved around a lot in their youth so maybe it wouldn't stick...either way they are both involved, or were involved, in the criminal world so they're bound to have some sort of connection. ece is always notorious for "leaving" her life of being a heister behind ( moreso the group she aligns herself with ), but always ends up coming back x amount of days later. they're both very sentimental, even if they have different ways of showing it, i JUST THINK THEYD BE NEAT I AM SO DOWN FOR THESE TWO ♡♡

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

again i love the idea of a very short, but nonetheless strong, relationship in their youth that ended abruptly. i ache for the longing of simpler times. i left a lot of these open because i can see them in different ways, and i guess that's the same for all of the dynamics but it's just TRUE. ece is not the most open person, and gets easily frustrated, she's selfish and a bit quick on the defense...i see a lot of clashes that blow up when they didn't need to...but they always end up okay? kind of like a sense of belonging, or maybe because they knew each other prior to this life things are different with each other? LOTS OF THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!!

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

they're definitely not ones to turn down a physical altercation? maybe if their in a "reforming" type of mood....like i said before ece is a difficult person, very hot & cold, they're definitely a type of person to start off on the wrong foot with someone and never really care to fix that impression. also if they meet while doing separate jobs? maybe that can cause conflict? idk a lot of things but i am glad that you sent these in because these two are actually super similar and can easily fit into each others life!! i think they'd be so neat no matter what dynamic.

[moonshed]

the   streetlight   flickers   and   buzzes,   drawing   to   it   the   newly   borns   ( gnats,   maggots,   moths:   squirming   around   like   children,   wriggling   for   mother’s   attention,   vulgar   and   helpless.   some   mornings,   after   nights   i   do   sleep,   i   rise   with   powdered   wings   caught   in   my   molars ).   summer   is so   sickly   this   time   of   year,   and   with   it   comes   the   stench   of   death,   thick   enough   to   gag   on.   murder   wafts   in   the   stale   evening,   and   i   can   smell   it   before   i   see   it.

“   .. fucking   ew.   looks   like   someone   was   holding   a   grudge.   at   least   have   the   decency   to   dump   him   in   the   grass,   god.   ”   the   toe   of   my   converse   streaks   claret   as   i   punt   a   gored   hand   from   the   pavement.   .. roman   looks   to   me,   his   gaze, always so intense,   caught under   the   shadow   of   his   brow,   “   he’s   dead.   he   won’t   bite.   ” @umbrarch

“   speak   for   yourself.   i’d   gnash   if   i   were   him.   but   it’s   still   fucking   gross.   ”   truthfully,   i’m   obscenely   jealous.   he   looks   so   comfortable,   skull   smashed   into   sixty- million   tiny   little   pieces.   grey   matter   just   a   smear   on   the   sidewalk.   his   brain’s   in   the   null   now,   i   know   this:   the   comfort   of   endless   black;   the   nothingness   of   undoing,   dissolving,   unraveling;   becoming   something   forgotten.   cradled   in   shadow,   the   last   time   i   can   remember   feeling   held.   “   is   this   your   first   time   seeing   a   dead   body ?   a   real   one,   i   mean.   not   like   one   at   a   funeral   ..   or   one   like   me.   ”