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Yves ♦ MMTG E110

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yves.

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@rockcfellers​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝           ‘  you  never  know  when  to  stop ,  do  you ?  ’ for benvolio from arden

               cruelty   is   present   in   the   laugh   that   falls   from      remorseless   lips   .   pathetic   ,   that   she   thinks   he   cares   about   anything   she   has   to   say   –   loose   lips   bring   a   false   sense   of   importance   ,   spilt   secrets   think   they’ve   earned   significance   .   but   raised   in   a   world   of   lawyers   ,   nobody’s   earned   their   spot   next   to   him   –   secrets   are   worth   more   than   lives   ,   but   his   secrets   are   worth   nothing   .   tybalt   has   no   secrets   ,   nothing   he   would   die   to   keep   hidden   ;   he   has   a   wall   of   protection   around   him   ,   he   is   left   alone   in   a   fortress   &   the   throne   by   his   side   is   empty   .   he   looks   at   the   shorter   ,   indifference   in   his   eyes   as   amusement   melts   into   apathy   .   does   he   know   when   to   stop   ?   has   he   ever   had   to   ?

               &   arden   ,   though   reckless   is   smart   .   a   much   superior   opponent   than   her   brother   but   she   is   still   beneath   him    .   she   is   nothing   to   him   ,   a   pest   underfoot   that   won’t   come   off   his   shoes   ;   a   ruinous   beast   attached   to   a   memory   that   replays   in   his   head   like   a   shattered   mirror   .   he   won’t   stop   ,   tybalt   never   does   .   ❛   i’m   afraid   not   ,   toots   .   &   i   don’t   take   suggestions   from   commoners   .   ❜   he   fixes   his   hair   ,   checking   his   reflection   briefly   .   ❛   you’re   free   to   leave   ,   or   learn   to   ignore   –   but   snakes   can’t   ignore   anything   if   they   tried   .   ❜   a   side   glance   ,   followed   shortly   by   another   chuckle   .

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@marlbros​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝         ‘ lately you’ve been on my mind . ’ from maren for tyb

               surprise   written   on   his   features   –   but   he   doesn’t   feel   the   same   shock   in   his   chest   .   he’s   on   her   mind   ?   tybalt   hates   to   be   the   bearer   of   the   flag   with   his   face   on   it   –   he’s   on   everybody’s   mind   .   usually   ,   the   thoughts   are   accompanied   by   a   couple   of   swear   words   –   maybe   a   death   threat   or   two   ,   some   dirty   thoughts   .   but   ,   he   bets   marens   thoughts   are   annoyingly   pure   ,   succumbed   to   the   same   innocence   that’s   written   on   her   features   &   etched   into   the   stupid   cardigans   that   she   wears   on   campus   .   but   him   ,   a   king   of   corruption   that   excels   in   ruining   the   innocence   that   wears   itself   on   beaming   lights   of   sun   .   she   should   stay   away   from   him   ,   a   shroud   of   darkness   content   with   swallowing   everything   in   his   path   ,   her   included   .

               he   wants   to   drape   an   arm   around   her   ,   pull   her   close   &   give   her   a   soft   laugh   laced   with   empty   love   .   but   she’s   innocent   –   so   innocent   ,   his   bare   touch   would   sow   a   seed   of   night   ;   someday   ,   maybe   soon   with   the   way   things   are   going   .   the   corners   of   his   lips   quirk   up   ,   a   hand   moving   to   take   off   his   headphones   completely   .   ❛   really   ?   what’ve   you   been   thinking   about   ?   ❜   an   innocent   question   ,   hints   of   a   double   connotation   with   a   beckon   of   his   head   .   ❛   any   fun   thoughts   in   that   sweet   little   head   of   yours   ?   ❜

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@marlbros​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝        ‘ take it as a compliment . ’ from neels for tie dye

               he’s   not   met   the   rockefeller   much   ,   chosen   to   keep   his   distance   from   anyone   insane   enough   to   stick   around   someone   like   ophelia   .   still   ,   the   words   that   come   forth   from   neels’   lips   draw   a   confused   glance   from   tybalt   song   –   signature   glare   wiped   clean   ,   replaced   with   dubiety   while   he   tries   to   see   what   his   sister   ever   saw   in   a   boy   like   him   .   an   adult   ,   yet   still   called   a   boy   in   his   eyes   –   he   looks   down   upon   the   rockefeller   &   he   struggles   to   see   what   his   sister   loved   (   or   ,   whatever   she   calls   it   –   does   she   know   how   to   love   ?   )   .   it   surprises   him   that   she   didn’t   look   at   him   the   way   tybalt   did   ,   the   way   their   father   surely   would   .   if   not   for   his   last   name   ,   perhaps   neels   would’ve   avoided   the   absolute   hurricane   that   the   songs   are   in   its   entirety   .   still   ,   after   his   blank   stare   ,   tybalt   shakes   his   head   &   looks   away   from   the   male   with   an   exasperated   sigh   .

               it   leaves   his   mouth   torn   up   ,   a   strangled   sound   of   exhaustion   while   his   eyes   roll   .   ❛   i’m   not   going   to   take   that   as   anything   –   i’m   just   going   to   pretend   we   never   spoke   in   the   first   place   .   ❜   he   sits   up   straighter   to   fix   his   sleeves   .   ❛   you   know   ,   i’m   really   sure   what   my   sister   saw   in   you   except   your   last   name   .   ❜   cruel   ,   to   tear   down   someone   when   the   last   he’s   heard   –   ophelia’s   already   done   that   with   her   bare   hands   ;   but   he   doesn’t   know   where   his   loyalties   lie   these   days   .   with   her   ?   with   himself   ?   either   way   –   one   rockefeller   does   him   wrong   ,   they   all   do   .   he   looks   at   neels  ,   he   sees   his  sister   .   blood   comes   first   ,   or   whatever   the   saying   is   .   he   rolls   his   sleeves   up   to   fix   them   before   running   a   hand   through   his   hair   .   ❛   have   a   good   day   ,   rockefeller   .   ❜

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@ostcntatious​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝         ‘ i just wanna taste it . ’ + pip : )

               sworn   enemies   ,   pip’s   not   tasted   much   lust   when   it   comes   to   ophelia   –   but   stuck   at   a   hidden   party   thrown   by   a   mutual   friend   ,   alcohol   does   wonders   for   even   the   queens   of   warring   kingdoms   .   barely   sober   ,   her   hues   run   over   the   other’s   features   over   the   brim   of   a   plastic   cup   –   stained   with   her   lipstick   &   all   the   sin   she’s   engaged   in   tonight   .   her   skin   is   marked   ,   fingerprints   on   her   hips   &   remnants   of   engagement   inside   of   her   ;   her   lips   taste   like   cigarettes   &   both   partners   found   in   a   dimly   lit   bedroom   .   ophelia   ,   on   the   other   hand   ,   looks   as   untouched   as   ever   .   a   fair   maiden   ,   princess   of   purity   like   her   crown   isn’t   made   of   dark   corruption   ,   she   sits   like   a   masterpiece   hung   in   an   art   museum   .   her   porcelain   skin   is   bare   ,   free   of   the   marks   &   hickeys   that   litter   pip’s   tan   body   –   ophelia   wants   to   taste   it   ,   the   lowly   cigarette   between   her   fingers   ,   the   one   that   tastes   like   shit   .   why   ?   to   stroke   an   ego   ?   to   taste   pip’s   sin   ,   so   she   can   live   a   little   herself   ?   let   the   stick   out   of   her   ass   to   experience   an   orgasm   for   the   first   time   in   her   life   ?   the   bitterness   of   her   drink   dances   on   her   tongue   before   she   downs   the   drink   ,   tossing   a   red   -   covered   drink   over   her   shoulder   to   hand   her   the   cigarette   .   ❛   didn’t   know   you’d   ever   slum   it   to   bum   a   hit   off   of   someone   like   me   .   ❜   she   lets   the   other   take   it   ,   while   letting   darkened   hues   run   over   her   features   .

               her   vision   is   hidden   with   the   darkness   of   the   party   ,   but   in   her   daze   ,   in   the   afterglow   of   pain   &   pleasure   ,   there’s   a   brief   thought   that   ophelia   is   beautiful   .   not   pretty   ,   not   cute   –   beautiful   .   pip   hates   her   with   every   inch   of   her   being   ,   but   she   looks   like   she   was   hand   carved   by   a   master   sculptor   ;   the   elegant   swoop   of   her   nose   down   to   her   plump   lips   ,   her   cheekbones   ,   her   eyes   that’ve   never   shown   any   kindness   in   their   life   .   an   enemy   ,   crown   princess   of   a   kingdom   known   for   war   while   pip’s   suffers   from   a   lack   of   wealth   .   maybe   in   another   world   ,   in   another   timeline   where   she’s   not   a   sworn   enemy   of   royalty   ,   pip   knows   she’d   try   her   hand   .   how   many   rich   girls   has   she   taken   in   bed   ?   how   many   of   the   wealthy   have   uttered   her   name   in   the   sheets   ,   too   distracted   by   her   tongue   to   see   her   nimble   fingers   taking   anything   she   pleases   .   ophelia’s   too   smart   to   be   robbed   that   way   ,   but   pleasure   is   enough   to   cloud   anyone’s   mind   –   &   pip   is   a   connoisseur   .   ophelia’s   rolling   wealth   ,   dripping   in   luxury   &   she’s   beautiful   ;   all   the   things   she   could   do   to   a   girl   like   her   –   maybe   make   ophelia   less   of   a   bitch   ,  maybe  pip   actually   wants   it   –   or   that’s   the   alcohol   .   she   never   lie   with   a   beast   .   ❛   taste   it   ,   hope   you   don’t   choke   on   it   .   ❜

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❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

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@ostcntatious​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝        ‘ you can’t blame me , darling . not even a little bit . ’ + pip

               wide   arc   kept   from   the   blonde   ,   she’s   elected   to   wear   a   cross   to   protect   her   from   demons   .   god   isn’t   real   –   she’s   always   known   ,   but   it   proves   even   more   when   she   still   manages   get   into   an   altercation   with   phe   .   hands   uncurled   by   her   side   ,   core   tight   with   a   quiet   rage   while   the   wealthy   spews   hatred   from   toxic   lips   .   achlys   trapped   in   a   slim   frame   ,   pip   watches   as   venom   drips   from   hideous   lips   ;   she’s   intent   to   hurt   ,   to   sting   everyone   around   her   because   she’s   been   wounded   one   too   many   times   .   pity   fills   pip’s   chest   ,   it   swims   around   with   the   anger   ;   finds   a   lover   within   the   fury   and   attaches   itself   to   the   red   to   make   pip   shake   her   head   .   a   string   of   incoherent   insults   fall   from   plump   lips   ,   ares   arriving   by   her   side   with   ophelia   telling   her   she   can’t   blame   her   .   blame   ?   pip’s   familiar   with   the   term   .   she   points   a   dirt   -   coated   finger   at   fate   ,   crying   about   her   cursed   string   before   she   points   to   the   wealthy   .   clad   in   silver   &   gold   while   they   turn   a   blind   eye   to   the   people   they   walk   on   ,   ignore   the   blood   on   their   shoes   as   they   step   over   mortals   they   could’ve   helped   .   it’s   people   like   her   ,   high   on   empty   throne   rooms   &   an   empty   court   ,   convinced   that   they’re   the   gods   &   titans   in   the   skies   ,   that   are   the   ruin   .   when   they   learn   that   nobody   worships   them   ,   that   the   altars   they’re   so   fond   of   were   never   built   ,   pip   wonders   if   they’ll   learn   they   were   never   ichor   blessed   .   they’re   human   ,   as   pathetic   &   desperate   as   the   rest   of   them   .

               her   jaw   clenches   ,   looking   ophelia   in   the   eyes   ,   holding   her   head   up   high   in   contrast   to   her   previous   cowering   (   lose   the   battle   ,   win   the   war   ,   isn’t   it   ?   )   .   she’d   pay   to   watch   the   gods   fall   like  meteors   ,   laugh   with   the   rest   of   mankind   as   wings   are   clipped   &   tossed   into   hellfire   .   so   often   ,   those   who   wear   self   -   made   crowns   don’t   deserve   them   ,   mankind   doesn’t   worship   false   gods   anymore   .   ❛   i   can   blame   you   for   everything   .   ❜   pip’s   voice   is   strong   ,   the   way   it   should   be   .   she’s   nothing   to   lose   ,   anymore   –   gone   and   wasted   on   a   girl   who   should’ve   been   better   .   ❛   you’re   one   of   them   &   as   long   as   you   hold   unearned   wealth   in   your   rotten   hands   ,   you’re   part   of   the   problem   .   you   thrive   on   attention   ,   on   being   the   bad   guy   –   because   bad   press   is   still   press   ,   but   aren’t   you   aware   ?       ❜   brows   knit   together   so   briefly   it’s   almost   missed   ,   signature   ,   carefree   smile   replacing   a   sour   expression   .   ❛   you   are   only   a   sheep   –   the   rich   have   never   blazed   their   own   trails   ,   they’ve   walked   on   the   backs   of   people   who’ve   done   it   for   them   .   you   walk   a   trail   of   stolen   valor   ,   you’re  as   much   a   thief   as   i   am   .  ❜   smile   widens   a   fraction   before   nimble   fingers   rip   off   the   cross   necklace   ,   clattered   against   ophelia’s   shoes   .   they   don’t   burn   ,   but   shouldn’t   pip   know   ?   humans   can’t   get   burnt   by   the   holy   .

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@ostcntatious​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝          ‘ at least i make my own decisions . ’ for tyb hehe

               eyes   are   shut   now   ,   head   back   with   tiredness   while   he   rocks   a   bottle   of   gin   in   bruised   fingers   .   called   away   for   christmas   ,   as   if   they’ve   ever   celebrated   family   holidays   without   an   argument   .   reddened   hues   peel   open   ,   hidden   behind   dark   sunglasses   to   tilt   his   head   to   his   sister   in   the   lounger   next   to   him   ;   she’s   got   the   luxury   of   making   her   own   decisions   .   fear’s   run   itself   into   his   heart   ,   burrowed   deep   into   his   bones   &   it’s   loudest   when   he’s   about   to   make   the   jump   .   phobos   looking   over   his   shoulder   every   time   he’s   about   to   change   his   own   life   ,   reminding   him   of   what   comes   from   betraying   a   god   .   altars   struck   down   ,   left   to   rot   in   the   rubble   without   the   promise   of   ambrosia   .   make   his   own   decisions   ,   he   can’t   imagine   a   life   in   which   it   happens   without   any   repercussions   ,   not   without   tybalt   landing   somewhere   ,   outcast   on   an   island   with   no   escape   (   but   ,   would   that   be   so   bad   ?   )   .   ❛   at   least   i   matter   .   ❜   drunken   mumbles   fall   from   cherry   lips   –   swollen   from   his   latest   conquest   on   the   beaches   of   whatever   country   the   songs   have   found   themselves   in   .   ❛   keep   making   your   own   decisions   ,   they   all   suck   &   dad   doesn’t   care   .   ❜

ask  meme  ,  accepting  .

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@rvmances  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝         🧩 for tybalt !

trigger  warning  :  abuse  .

               hurt   blossoms   from   his   jaw   ,   ice   pack   held   to   a   purpling   bruise   on   his   tenth   birthday   .   tears   are   dry   now   (   song   men   don’t   cry   ,   tybalt   ,   aren’t   you   a   man   ?   or   do   you   take   after   your   sister   ?   )   ,   sat   on   the   patio   watching   his   party   go   on   without   him   .   someone   asks   what   happened   ,   he   smiles   through   the   pain   &   laughs   .   ❛   i   slipped   down   the   stairs   to   open   my   dad’s   present   early   !   it’s   okay   ,   i   was   just   excited   .   ❜   the   partygoer   laughs   ,   ruffles   his   hair   &   reminds   him   to   be   careful   .   he’ll   be   more   careful   ;   now   he   knows   two   things   to   not   do   in   front   of   his   father   .

send 🧩 to unlock a very small part of my muse’s past.  ,  accepting  .

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@rvmances  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  ❝          🧩  for  pip  ! 

               knees   reddened   ,   her   hands   are   clasped   together   in   prayer   even   though   her   eyes   remain   open   .   she   doesn’t   pray   often   (   who   is   she   kidding   ?   pip   doesn’t   pray   )   ,   but   the   rough   carpet   underneath   her   knees   remind   her   she   needs   a   prayer   .   seventeen   ,   life   slipping   between   her   fingers   with   a   rusted   ,   silver   cross   hanging   from   interwoven   fingers   .   ❛   please   ,   i’m   so   sorry   .   ❜   from   the   sinner’s   lips   invocation   falls  ,   naked   body   covered   with   nothing   but   a   big   t   -   shirt   ,   praying   in   a   room   that   isn’t   hers   with   grief   in   her   chest   &   regret   between   her   legs   .   a   mistake   made   &   she   looks   for   absolution   .   wipe   the   tears   away   philippa   ,   nobody’s   listening   .

send 🧩 to unlock a very small part of my muse’s past.  ,  accepting  .

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*    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

*  all  starters / lyrics  taken  from  the  harry  styles  album  fine  line .

GOLDEN .

‘  i  know  you  were  way  too  bright  for  me .  ’

‘  i’m  hopeless ,  broken .  ’

‘  you’re  so  golden .  ’

‘  i’m  out  of  my  head .  ’

‘  i  know  that  you’re  scared .  ’

‘  i  know  that  you’re  scared  because  hearts  get  broken .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  be  alone .  ’

‘  i  can  feel  you  take  control  of  who  i  am .  ’

‘  loving  you  is  the  antidote .  ’

WATERMELON  SUGAR .

‘  tastes  like  strawberries .  ’

‘  it’s  so  wonderful  and  warm .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  if  i  could  ever  go�� without .  ’

‘  baby ,  you’re  the  end  of  june .  ’

‘  i  want  your  belly  and  that  summer  feeling .  ’

‘  breathe  me  in ,  breathe  me  out .  ’

‘  i  just  wanna  taste  it .  ’

ADORE  YOU .

‘  i  get  so  lost  inside  your  eyes .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  say  you  love  me .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  say  nothing .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  say  you’re  mine .  ’

‘  i’d  walk  through  fire  for  you .  ’

‘  just  let  me  adore  you .  ’

‘  lately  you’ve  been  on  my  mind .  ’

‘  just  let  me  adore  you  like  it’s  the  only  thing  i’ll  ever  do .  ’

LIGHTS  UP .

‘  what  do  you  mean ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry ,  by  the  way .  ’

‘  can’t  you  see ?  i  could ,  but  wouldn’t  stay .  ’

‘  it’d  be  so  sweet  if  things  just  stayed  the  same .  ’

‘  all  the  lights  couldn’t  put  out  the  dark  running  through  my  heart .  ’

‘  do  you  know  who  you  are ?  ’

‘  i’m  not  ever  going  back .  ’

CHERRY .

‘  don’t  you  call  him  ‘ baby ’ .  ’

‘  we’re  not  talking  lately .  ’

‘  don’t  you  call  him  what  you  used  to  call  me .  ’

‘  i  confess  i  can  tell  that  you  are  at  your  best .  i’m  so  selfish  for  hating  it .  ’

‘  i’m  so  selfish  for  hating  it .  ’

‘  i  noticed  that  there’s  a  piece  of  you  in  how  i  dress .  ’

‘  take  it  as  a  compliment .  ’

‘  i  just  miss  your  accent  and  your  friends .  do  you  know  i  still  talk  to  them ?  ’

FALLING .

‘  i’m  in  my  bed  and  you’re  not  here .  ’

‘  there’s  no  one  to  blame  but  the  drink  and  my  wandering  hands .  ’

‘  forget  what  i  said .  it’s  not  what  i  meant  and  i  can’t  take  it  back .  ’

‘  i  can’t  unpack  the  baggage  for  you .  ’

‘  what  am  i  now ?  ’

‘  what  if  i’m  someone  i  don’t  want  around ?  ’

‘  what  if  i’m  down ?  what  if  i’m  out ?  ’

‘  what  if  i’m  someone  you  won’t  talk  about ?  ’

‘  you  said  you  care ,  and  you  missed  me  too .  ’

‘  it  kills  me  because  i  know  we’ve  run  out  of  things  we  can  say .  ’

‘  i  get  the  feeling  that  you’ll  never  need  me  again .  ’

TO  BE  SO  LONELY .

‘  don’t  blame  me  for  falling .  ’

‘  i  was  just  a  little  boy .  ’

‘  don’t  blame  the  drunk  caller .  ’

‘  you  can’t  blame  me ,  darling .  not  even  a  little  bit .  ’

‘  i’m  just  an  arrogant  son  of  a  bitch  who  can’t  admit  when  he’s  sorry .  ’

‘  don’t  call  me  ‘ baby ’  again .  ’

‘  you  got  your  reasons .  ’

‘  i  know  that  you’re  trying  to  be  friends ,  i  know  you  mean  it .  ’

‘  it’s  hard  for  me  to  go  home .  ’

‘  i  just  hope  you  see  me  in  a  little  better  light .  ’

‘  do  you  think  it’s  easy  being  the  jealous  kind ?  ’

‘  i  miss  the  shape  of  your  lips .  ’

‘  you’ll  win .  it’s  just  a  trick .  ’

‘  this  is  it ,  so  i’m  sorry .  ’ 

SHE .

‘  he’s  thinking  of  you ,  like  all  of  us  do .  ’

‘  you  live  in  daydreams  with  me .  ’

‘  you’re  the  first  one  that  i  see  and  i  don’t  know  why .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  who  she  is .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  where  she  is .  ’

SUNFLOWER ,  VOL.  6 .

‘  my  eyes  want  you  more  than  a  melody .  ’

‘  let  me  inside .  ’

‘  wish  i  could  get  to  know  you .  ’

‘  i  was  just  tongue - tied .  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  make  you  feel  bad .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  trying  hard  not  to  talk  to  you .  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  make  you  feel  bad ,  but  i’ve  been  trying  hard  not  to  talk  to  you .  ’

‘  i  couldn’t  want  you  any  more .  ’

‘  tired  eyes  are  the  death  of  me .  ’

CANYON  MOON .

‘  so  hard  to  leave  it ,  that’s  what  i  always  do .  ’

‘  i’ll  be  gone  too  long  from  you .  ’

‘  two  weeks  and  i’ll  be  home .  ’

‘  i’m  going  home .  ’

TREAT  PEOPLE  WITH  KINDNESS .

‘  maybe  we  can  find  a  place  to  feel  good .  ’

‘  we  can  treat  people  with  kindness .  ’

‘  i’ve  got  a  good  feeling .  ’

‘  if  we’re  here  long  enough ,  they’ll  sing  a  song  for  us .  ’

‘  i  don’t  need  all  the  answers .  ’

‘  if  we’re  here  long  enough ,  we’ll  see  it’s  all  for  us .  ’

‘  it’s  just  another  day .  ’

‘  and  if  our  friends  all  pass  away ,  it’s  okay .  ’

FINE  LINE .

‘  put  a  price  on  emotion ,  i’m  looking  for  something  to  buy .  ’

‘  you’ve  got  my  devotion .  ’

‘  man ,  i  can  hate  you  sometimes .  ’

‘  you’ve  got  my  devotion ,  but  man ,  i  can  hate  you  sometimes .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  fight  you .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  sleep  in  the  dirt .  ’

‘  we’ll  all  be  a  fine  line .  ’

‘  there  are  things  that  we’ll  never  know .  ’

‘  you  sunshine ,  you  temptress …  ’

‘  i’ll  try  to  shake  this  soon .  ’

‘  spreading  you  open  is  the  only  way  of  knowing  you .  ’

‘  we’ll  be  alright .  ’

[witherins]

(    *    & .    —    THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  you’re  are  depraving  some  village  of  their  idiot .  ’

‘  i  miss you .  i  miss  you  every  day  that  i’m  not  with  you .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  think  it  was  possible  to  miss  a  person  this  much .  ’

‘  if  you  love  music  then  you’re  in  the  right  place .  ’

‘  the  ties  that  bind  you  together  make  you  stronger  than  you  are  alone .  ’

‘  i  can’t  just  call  him  in  the  afterlife  and  be  like ,  ‘ can  you  please  stop  playing  tennis  with  hitler  for  a  moment  and  take  a  quick  call ? ’  ’

‘  get  up .  we’re  going  to  save  the  world .  ’

‘  it’s  not  spandex ,  it’s  leather .  and  you  used  to  like  it .  a  lot ,  if  i  recall .  ’

‘  we  can  accomplish  anything  when  we  accept  responsibility  together .  this  is  what  creates  trust .  ’

‘  you  never  know  when  to  stop ,  do  you ?  ’

‘  you  got  enough  material  for  your  sequel  yet ?  ’

‘  i  bet  you’re  loving  this ,  hm ?  the  team  at  it’s  best .  it’s  just  like  old  times .  ’

‘  he  hated  children  too  and  he  had  plenty  of  us .  ’

‘  if  you  believe  in  yourself ,  just  once ,  great  things  are  gonna  happen  for  you .  ’

‘  i  know  that  i  let  you  down ,  but  i  could  do  anything  for  you .  ’

‘  you  know ,  i  liked  you  a  lot  better  before  you  got  laid .  ’

‘  oh  yeah ,  it  is  your  skirt .  i  found  it  in  your  room .  it’s  a  little  dated ,  but  it’s  very  breathy  on  the …  bits .  ’

‘  you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me .  ’

‘  best .  funeral .  ever !  ’

‘  sometimes  men  are  unredeemable  shits .  ’

‘  we  were …  we  were  just  kids .  little  kids .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here ,  we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

‘  i’ve  decided  you’re  the  only  one  i  can  trust .  ’

‘  if  you’re  raised  to  believe  that  nothing  about  you  is  special ,  if  the  benchmark  is  extraordinary ,  what  do  you  do  if  you’re  not ?  ’

‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ’

‘  we  all  wanted  to  be  loved  by  a  man  incapable  of  giving  love .  ’

‘  one  grows  used  to  things ,  even  if ,  sometimes  one  shouldn’t .  ’

‘  look ,  you  wanna  pay  your  respects ?  go  ahead .  but  at  least  be  honest  about  the  kind  of  man  he  was .  ’

‘  you  of  all  people  should  be  on  my  side .  he  had  to  send  you  a  million  miles  away .  that’s  how  much  he  couldn’t  stand  the  sight  of  you .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  we  should  stop  him ,  but  then  again  i  also  just  kinda  wanna  see  what  happens .  ’

‘  you  make  me  want  to  wake  up  each  day  and  you’re  in  my  dreams  every  night .  ’

‘  you  also  told  me  that  licking  a  nine  volt  battery  would  give  me  pubes .  ’

‘  i’m  just  gonna  go  murder  mom ,  i’ll  be  right  back .  ’

‘  last  time  we  tried  to  stop  it ,  we  all  died .  what  makes  this  time  any  different ?  ’

‘  we  actually  have  the  chance  of  saving  the  lives  of  billions  of  people .  ’

‘  it  wasn’t  his  fault  ‘cause  he  was  ridiculously  high ,  right ?  and  the  girl ,  she  thought  he  was  a  furry …  ’

‘  i  think  maybe  you’re  the  only  person  who  really  knows  who  i  am  and  still  likes  me  anyway .  ’

‘  you  don’t  get  to  blame  your  problems  on  anyone  but  yourself .  ’

‘  we  didn’t  choose  this  life .  we’re  just  living it .  ’

‘  than  christ  he’s  not  our  real  father ,  so  we  couldn’t  inherit  those  cold ,  dead  eyes .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  apologize  just  for  existing .  ’

‘  when  something  seems  to  perfect ,  it’s  usually  anything  but .  ’

‘  all  the  what - if’s  start  to  haunt  you .  ’

‘  i’m  done  playing  their  games .  i’m  ready  for  a  change .  ’

‘  i  would  love  to  play  cops  and  robbers ,  wear  a  mask ,  and  feel  important ,  but  guess  what ?  recess  is  over .  it’s  grown - up  time .  ’

‘  we  have  a  great  job .  the  best  job .  we  got  it  made ,  asshole .  ’

‘  people  still  don’t  take  me  seriously .  i  wanna  be  numb  again .  ’

‘  i  stayed  because  the  world  needed  me .  ’

‘  at  least  i  make  my  own  decisions .  ’

‘  i  have  been  left  out  of  everything  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember .  ’

‘  nowhere  to  go .  no  way  to  change .  ’

‘  but  now ,  i  know  nothing  in  my  life  was  real .  so  i’m  starting  over .  ’

‘  you  do  whatever  it  takes  to  survive .  or  you  die .  ’

‘  i  don’t  belong  anywhere ,  thanks  to  you !  you  made  me  a  killer !  ’

‘  i’ve  done  unimaginable  things ,  things  you  couldn’t  even  comprehend ,  just  to  get  back  here  and  save  you .  ’

‘  she  needs  our  help  and  we  can’t  do  that  if  she’s  locked  in  a  cage .  ’

‘  i  mean ,  it  must  be  scary .  terrifying ,  really .  to  discover  that  you  can  do  something  that  you  never  thought  you  could  do .  ’

‘  it’s  not  difficult  to  accept ,  it’s  impossible  to  accept !  ’

‘  what  are  you  still  doing  here ?  we’re  trying  to  have  a  serious  conversation .  ’

‘  what’s  going  on  with  you ?  and  don’t  tell  me  everything  is  alright  because  i  saw  you  in  there .  you  were  crying  like  a  baby .  ’

‘  you  saved  my  life !  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  them  to  see  me  like  this .  besides ,  you  know ,  i’d  just  hold  them  back .  ’

‘  how  about  we  ask  him  after  we  kill  him ?  ’

‘  maybe  they’ll  brood  each  other  to  death .   ’

‘  you’re  a  real  sick  bastard .  ’

‘  would  you  stop  it ?  why  are  you  putting  this  shit  in  your  body ?  ’

‘  he  must  have  been  a  very  special  person  to  put  up  with  your  weird - ass  shit .  ’

‘  you  were  my  greatest  disappointment .  you  only  scratched  the  surface  of  what  you  were  capable  of .  ’

‘  i  lost  someone .  the  only …  the  only  person  i’ve  ever  truly  loved  more  than  myself .  ’

‘  you  know ,  before  you  kill  him ,  you  might  want  to  hear  what  he  has  to  say .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here , we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

[witherins]

send 🧩 to unlock a very small part of my muse’s past. send it multiple times to get a larger piece of their story.

[witherins]

#me in 2020

[witherins]

                   ・  。  ◟   ⟨  🥀  ⟩   *    ──   ostcntatious‌

𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊  𝖙𝖜  ,  𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊  𝖙𝖜  ,  𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉  𝖙𝖜

          𝐀  𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  carried  so  much  weight  .  for  years  ,  worn  like  a  modern  day  crown  .  ophelia  carried  the  song  name  with  pride  ,  like  a  crest  painted  over  her  chest  ,  claiming  kingdoms  and  empires  in  the  name  of  a  dynasty  that  never  cared  for  conquest  when  it  was  by  her  hand  .  a  gold  ring  around  her  finger  ,  a  reminder  of  who  she  is  .  the  silent  continuation  of  a  brilliant  dynasty  ,  a  woman  who  rises  above  crowds  and  dares  to  call  herself  divine  .  a  simple  band  represented  so  much  –––  honor  ,  duty  ,  power  .  all  cast  away  when  her  and  tybalt  fell  together  once  ,  as  one  sibling  renounced  his  throne  and  another  sought  to  free  herself  from  a  titan’s  grasp  to  seek  the  glory  that  she  was  denied  for  so  long  .  such  a  small  item  ,  such  a  small  gesture  –––  and  it  was  enough  for  ophelia  to  know  that  there  was  no  going  back  .  not  even  when  her  brother  put  his  ring  back  on  ,  displaying  a  cowardice  that  he  should  have  been  ashamed  of  .  not  when  his  roar  echoed  the  voice  of  the  titan  that  raised  him  in  his  twisted  way  ,  through  cracked  bones  and  lessons  burned  into  innocent  flesh  ,  telling  her  to  follow  suit  .  no  ,  tybalt  may  have  put  his  ring  back  on  ,  but  ophelia  stepped  into  olympus  carrying  no  sacrifices  ,  no  tales  of  conquest  ,  no  prayers  .  only  insurgence  ,  defiant  words  spoken  evenly  and  harshly  .  a  gold  ring  ,  still  stained  with  droplets  of  crimson  (  her  father  was  not  worthy  of  her  cleaning  it  )  ,  delivered  to  a  titan  as  this  time  ,  ophelia  turned  away  from  her  father  .  

         𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋  ,  her  father  was  right  to  name  her  after  a  tragedy  .  a  mind  left  to  wander  carried  her  into  delusions  of  going  unpunished  for  her  acts  ––  brave  ,  foolish  girl  ,  refusal  to  apologize  or  bow  made  the  gods  angry  and  they  struck  out  at  her  without  mercy  .  it  was  only  her  ,  a  girl  calling  herself  royal  and  monster  and  goddess  against  a  titan  who  knew  no  boundaries  .  kronos  did  not  discriminate  between  children  and  enemies  ,  their  blood  tasted  the  same  –––  ophelia  should  have  known  better  ,  she  should  have  braced  herself  ,  she  should  have  realized  that  defiance  is  dangerous  .  and  yet  ,  when  prompted  ,  there  was  no  apology  .  there  were  no  tears  ,  not  when  an  open  palm  connected  with  the  left  side  of  her  face  again  .  there  was  no  regret  .  ophelia  song  walked  into  tartarus  and  came  out  weakened  ,  but  her  blood  still  ran  golden  and  her  eyes  were  still  aflame  with  dreams  of  glory  .  set  her  on  fire  ,  watch  her  rise  from  the  ashes  for  the  final  time  .

        𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇  well  ,  like  power  ,  until  ophelia  crumples  into  a  cold  bedroom  and  must  face  the  pain  from  a  bruise  that  stands  out  prominently  against  porcelain  skin  –––  and  strength  is  gone  ,  left  behind  in  her  father’s  office  .  it  hurts  ,  god  how  the  pain  inside  her  swirls  into  one  great  ,  dark  monster  that  threatens  to  consume  her  entirely  and  leave  nothing  but  bones  .  there  is  no  one  to  remind  her  that  she  will  be  okay  –––  it’s  her  own  voice  ,  hushed  and  hollow  ,  that  whispers  empty  promises  and  prays  to  herself  ,  more  broken  girl  than  goddess  .  no  hands  to  hold  her  shaking  ones  until  it  subsides  ,  no  one  to  help  her  breathe  and  comfort  her  after  a  titan  showed  his  most  horrifying  form  and  tried  to  tear  her  down  for  the  last  time  .  maybe  he  succeeded  –––  maybe  there  is  no  throne  awaiting  her  .  what  if  he  was  right  all  along  and  ophelia  was  doomed  from  the  start  to  put  on  displays  of  power  ,  only  to  shift  into  a  wounded  lamb  the  moment  a  door  closes  behind  her  back  ?  what  if  her  blood  will  never  be  ichor  ,  and  she  is  meant  to  follow  the  path  of  arachne  ,  meant  to  fall  victim  to  poison  and  become  something  small  and  hideous  as  punishment  for  her  insurgency  ?  

        𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒  and  ophelia  immediately  winces  at  her  brother’s  rage  .  she  cannot  handle  tybalt  right  now  ,  not  when  this  is  her  at  her  lowest  –––  his  face  reminds  her  of  their  father  ,  and  for  a  moment  ,  ophelia  hates  him  .  she  despises  him  for  bending  to  a  titan’s  will  and  placing  meager  offerings  in  front  of  an  altar  again  and  again  .  this  is  no  envy  ,  ophelia  doesn’t  crave  his  throne  anymore  .  no  ,  this  is  disgust  .  this  is  her  facing  tybalt  with  a  bruise  on  her  face  and  narrowed  eyes  ,  because  this  is  not  concern  .  he  cannot  be  concerned  ,  the  songs  know  no  such  thing  .  no  ,  this  is  the  fury  that  lives  in  their  nerve  endings  ,  gunpowder  always  at  the  ready  for  the  most  minuscule  of  sparks  to  wreck  the  world  .  this  is  a  roar  that  rivals  dragons  ,  one  that  makes  her  tilt  her  head  out  of  instinct  to  hide  her  bruises  .  ophelia  readies  herself  for  a  fight  ,  lets  herself  take  in  an  image  that  reminds  her  so  much  of  a  cruel  man  the  two  of  them  know  too  well  .  would  tybalt  have  done  the  same  ?  has  he  become  such  a  copy  of  their  father  that  he  would  want  to  make  her  face  symmetrical  ,  bruise  the  right  side  and  call  it  divine  justice  ?

        𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓  him  to  be  gentle  when  his  hand  meets  her  skin  –––  no  ,  she’s  flinched  away  ,  hoping  that  tybalt  isn’t  as  strong  as  their  father  ,  knowing  that  her  silver  tongue  rivals  his  and  her  achievements  and  ambition  will  forever  be  greater  ,  but  her  hands  will  never  deal  as  much  damage  as  his  .  ophelia  knows  what  song  men  are  capable  of  .  it  isn’t  gentleness  ,  it  isn’t  compassion  ,  and  her  impulse  to  fight  melts  into  relief  when  tybalt  asks  a  question  that  both  of  them  already  know  the  answer  to  instead  of  following  the  path  of  their  father  and  strike  .  her  exhale  is  slow  ,  as  ophelia’s  eyes  fall  away  from  her  brothers’  .  she  cannot  look  at  him  now  ,  she  can  barely  handle  recounting  the  events  that  left  her  bruised  and  weak  in  her  bedroom  ,  with  shaking  hands  and  fear  in  delicate  features  instead  of  power  .  ’  it’s  fucking  bruises  ,  tybalt  .  use  your  eyes  ,  ’  she  snaps  ,  moving  her  jaw  out  of  his  grasp  with  a  sharp  movement  that  makes  her  hiss  in  pain  .  ’  i  …  dropped  my  ring  off  .  i  refused  to  let  him  treat  me  like  i  am  nothing  .  and  i  did  not  apologize  .  ’  no  ,  ophelia  song  does  not  apologize  .  she  bows  to  no  one  ,  even  with  trembling  knees  and  a  titan  towering  above  her  .  brave  ,  foolish  girl  ,  she  faced  the  greatest  enemy  of  all  and  her  bruises  tell  the  tale  .  ’  you  want  to  know  how  he  reacted  to  defiance  ?  look  at  my  face  and  take  a  guess  .  ’

trigger   warning   :   abuse  ,  blood

               when   spoken   of   ,   he   wonders   what   others   think   he’s   ruled   by   .   hubris   comes   to   mind   ,   a   tall   standing   tower   of   deadly   pride   ;   tybalt   song   wears   his   name   &   his   power   like   gold   .   everyone   knows   him   ,   they   know   of   him   ,   they   fall   to   his   feet   &   build   altars   made   of   marble   because   his   achievements   are   boasted   .   medals   hang   form   his   neck   ,   banners   pinned   to   his   shoulders   while   he   holds   the   largest   trophies   in   his   hands   .   hubris   is   a   big   one   –   but   he   wonders   who   sees   wrath   .   pure   ,   unfiltered   fury   that   presents   in   an   unwavering   glare   &   cutting   words   .   anger   is   inherited   ,   but   tybalt’s   never   understood   where   his   father’s   comes   from   ;   where   the   red   that   surrounds   him   emanates   from   .   song   yong   hwa   has   no   reason   to   treat   his   children   the   way   he   does   ,   but   he   does   anyway   .   &   they   just   take   it   ,   they   listen   to   the   roars   from   the   top   of   mount   othrys   ,   they   build   their   temples   one   mountain   over   on   olympus   with   shaking   hands   to   ignore   the   inevitable   titanomachy   that’ll   fall   upon   them   some   day   .   ophelia’s   prepared   by   becoming   kronos   ,   inhabiting   zeus’s   throne   &   commanding   an   empty   room   ;   tybalt’s   fallen   in   with   dionysus   ,   chosen   to   waste   his   life   away   –   only   to   be   called   back   by   their   titan   father   like   a   lackey   .   when   spoken   of   ,   he   hopes   someone   has   seen   his   cowardice   ,   called   him   out   as   a   false   god   wearing   a   crown   of   thorns   that   was   forced   upon   his   head   .   if   there’s   a   hero   out   there   ,   hopes   they’ve   marked   him   as   their   villain   .

               because   he’s   done   a   lot   to   her   ,   but   this   bruise   that   shines   on   her   skin   proves   that   tybalt   didn’t   do   enough   .   he’s   thrown   insults   her   way   ,   made   her   feel   unworthy   ,   let   her   sink   into   quicksand   while   he   stands   with   a   cunning   grin   .   a   side   effect   ,   a   requirement   to   keep   her   benched   on   the   sidelines   but   –   he’s   always   known   she   could   take   it   .   if   anyone   could   battle   with   a   fake   titan   &   come   out   unscathed   ,   it’s   her   .   nobody   can   hold   their   own   like   the   girl   in   front   of   him   ,   can   bare   her   teeth   in   response   to   his   daggers   running   through   her   ;   ophelia   can   take   anything   but   she   doesn’t   stand   a   chance   against   their   father   .   their   father   who   uses   his   fists   as   penalty   ,   who   craves   blood   when   faced   with   disrespect   ;   tybalt   can   take   it   –   he’s   built   to   take   it   but   ophelia   ?   who   arrived   in   the   smallest   bundle   of   blankets   ,   who   grew   with   ribbons   in   her   hair   &   who’s   bark   is   much   worse   than   her   bite   –   one   SLAP   &   this   is   her   face   .   so   this   is   who   he   is   ,   a   villain   because   he’s   spent   his   entire   life   following   their   father   &   it   wasn’t   enough   .   at   the   end   of   the   day   ,   their   story   turned   from   war   to   tragedy   –   he   hurt   her   so   their   father   could   hurt   her   .   whatever   tybalt   did   wasn’t   enough   ,   their   father   won   with   rings   on   his   hands   ,   blood   underneath   his   fingernails   &   a   cruel   laughter   falling   from   a   corrupted   mouth   .

               so   he   doesn’t   know   what   hurts   more   –   that   he’s   lost   again   or   how   hot   the   anger   feels   .   his   chest   ,   burning   up   when   she   spits   fire   at   him   –   she   fuels   the   flames   even   higher   ,   red   crawling   from   his   aura   into   his   skin   .   splotches   of   pink   on   white   skin   while   he   feels   it   burn   him   from   the   inside   out   ;   lyssa   who   laughs   at   him   while   she   sends   her   entire   being   into   him   ,   watching   a   mere   mortal   struggle   with   so   much   rage   tybalt   is   on   the   edge   of   consciousness   .   nothing   he’s   done   matters   ;   everything   he’s   done   matters   –   their   father’s   a   titan   ,   but   titans   can   be   killed   .   it’s   fate   ,   the   stories   always   play   out   the   way   they   have   to   &   the   titans   never   win   .   his   blazer   is   unbuttoned   with   steady   hands   –   stained   red   on   the   inside   from   where   a   glass   was   thrown   at   his   ribcage   ,   where   shards   of   an   expensive   gift   from   a   king   were   embedded   so   deep   he   bled   into   the   silk   linings   .   slowly   ,   he   shrugs   it   off   –   remembering   every   hit   –   every   scar   –   every   pitiful   look   a   private   doctor   sent   his   way   .   there’s   a   scar   on   the   palm   pulling   off   his   blazer   –   nails   dug   so   deep   their   plastic   surgeon   refused   to   touch   it   .   on   the   tip   of   his   fingertips   that   hold   the   fabric   he   can   still   feel   the   sting   of   an   expensive   italian   shoe   stepping   on   them   .   the   way   he   silently   drapes   his   jacket   on   her   bed   before   he   takes   a   seat   –   remnants   of   the   silence   before   palms   met   his   cheek   .   it   means   nothing   if   at   the   end   of   this   storybook   she   gets   hurt   too   .   a   shitty   way   to   be   a   brother   –   in   order   to   have   her   avoid   her   fate   ,   he   tried   to   stop   it   by   pushing   her   toward   it   .

               almost   on   the   verge   of   tears   is   how   angry   he   is   ;   a   lump   formed   in   his   throat   while   he   rolls   undoes   his   cuff   links   .   golden   cuffs   ,   family   crest   engraved   onto   the   face   dropped   onto   her   floor   –   crushed   underfoot   his   shoes   ;   ground   to   dust   the   way   giants   walk   over   cities   .   ring   slides   off   his   finger   ,   his   arm   pulls   back   ,   ring   in   hand   before   it’s   flung   toward   a   glass   frame   .   a   TITAN   in   his   own   right   ,   for   the   first   time   he   renounces   the   power   thrust   upon   him   &   grows   into   his   own   .   he   shakes   off   the   banners   &   the   medals   &   embraces   the   gift   given   to   him   by   hellfire   .   the   frame   shatters   –   the   smallest   weapon   is   the   deadliest   as   glass   clatters   to   the   floor   .   a   titan   will   fall   ,   the   mountain   will   crumble   ,   he   will   walk   across   poisoned   lands   barefoot   to   tear   down   the   dark   throne   with   his   bare   hands   .   HIS   anger   is   born   from   the   titan   ,   tended   to   by   punches   &   snapped   ribs   ,   cared   for   by   poison   &   toxic   until   he’s   turned   into   a   weapon   meant   to   be   wielded   by   the   titan   himself   .   it’s   almost   poetic   that   tybalt   be   his   downfall   –   such   a   respected   diplomat   ,   such   a   respected   family   ;   how   would   the   world   react   if   he   knew   his   favored   son   –   the   one   paraded   around   ,   shown   off   to   kings   &   presidents   alike   –   paid   for   perfection   with   false   teeth   ?   would   they   hold   the   same   feared   respect   if   he   arrived   in   front   of   the   cameras   with   every   bruise   he’s   ever   received   ?   paint   his   skin   purple   ,   it   wouldn’t   be   enough   .

              he   doesn’t   look   at   her   ,   fingers   wringing   together   so   tight   until   it   hurts   .   ❛   i   don’t   need   to   look   –   i   know   what   defiance   looks   like   .   ❜   he   doesn’t   turn   around   as   his   hand   gestures   to   her   face   –   before   pulling   back   &   rolling   up   his   sleeve   .   his   voice   is   stoically   quiet   –   steady   ,   unshaken   but   calm   ;   the   stillness   when   in   the   eye   of   the   storm   .   ❛   you’re   not   purple   ,   yet   ,   don’t   give   him   a   chance   to   get   there .   ❜   he   advises   almost   silently   –   his   voice   is   deeper   than   usual   ,   smoother   with   anger   .   besides   ,   it’s   not   as   if   tybalt   will   let   her   get   to   that   point   .   he’ll   let   her   fight   until   her   vocal   chords   are   raw   ,   tybalt   will   never   let   her   litter   her   skin   with   the   blue   &   purple   watercolors   that’ve   splotched   onto   his   .   he   rolls   up   his   other   sleeve   with   a   deep   inhale   ,   eyes   focusing   on   the   shattered   glass   on   the   ground   .   daggers   ,   the   seeds   that   yong   hwa   have   planted   in   both   of   them   –   never   in   a   million   years   would   he’d   have   thought   his   children   would   bring   him   down   .   ❛   tell   me   what   you   want   to   do   .   ❜   an   order   ,   a   command   spoken   from   lips   colder   than   ice   .   it’s   scarier   than   usual  ��,   written   in   the   silent   kind   of   anger   that’s   uncharacteristic   on   the   kind   of   man   who   announces   his   battle   cry   before   he   gets   anywhere   .   ❛   now   .   ❜