SHE’S CORNERED LIKE A MOUSE surrounded by ravenous cats , starved and seemingly depraved . the knife clutched within white knuckles is useless , that she knows and while feet remain firmly planted on the ground there is no hiding the tremble that ripples up her spine . is this what they all do to survive up here ? everyday it is as if a new lesson was to be learned , the kindness , empathy and understanding of the world below is set to be the very thing that will destroy her in the end — and she knows it .
perhaps her luck had run out , the sand beneath her feet shifting as they move closer . words roughly spoken cutting out like shards of glass on how they will do all kinds of things to her . it’s when they freeze , though , that she does too . every inch of her body turning stiff as whatever has them so … so startled would only be worse for her . and yet ? it’s a near grainy voice that sounds like a robot , mechanically forged and near terrifying when it finally comes into her hazy view . that was enough to bring out a panicked cry , the raiders at her front were nothing compared to whatever the hell came closer , talking to these … men ( if she could call them that ) as if they were beneath it .
however , it offers opportunity on a silver platter with their attention turned and before logic can take over , she runs . it’s not graceful , it’s not exactly fast , and when she hears the demand of someone to follow her it clearly wasn’t smart , either . before the sand can be kicked up beneath her feet to force her forward just a little bit faster , there is a collision at her back as the sand greeting her face suffocates the second scream to escape her lips .
HE'S ON A MISSION —— a scouting mission, a researching mission, possibly a scavenging mission. what it's not supposed to be is a rescue mission. but he'd been tracking these raiders for a while now because they'd clearly been tracking something else — if the excitement rolling through the group is any indication ).
marcus hadn't realized what it was that had them all buzzing —— until now, hadn't been willing to draw attention to himself until he could get closer, quietly. but now he's even more confused — it's just some girl, and she looks scared as hell.
❝ this doesn't look like a fair fight, now, does it ? ❞ it's meant to sound a little smug, but with the power armor altering his voice, it still comes out menacing. that's okay, they should be afraid, he could blow the whole group to dust with one blast — he just wants to get them away from the girl first. ❝ why don't you guys come on over here and we can have a little talk about your piss-poor manners ? ❞ // @eposerta
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❥ — › mostly just popping on here to say i miss writing here , and would love to get back into it - i'm just currently very distracted with other things right now xo
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IT DOESN’T JUST RAIN IN SANCTUARY - it pours . the skies open up , the crowded streets that are home to the city dwellers flood , and the world as they knew it would be destroyed , left for them to rebuild . maybe she shouldn’t be a storm - uprooting everything that anyone could understand , maybe she could be the sun that shines afterwards to deliver hope for the future .
has she turned marcus’ life upside down in such a way that she could be considered a storm so casually ?
she looks at him , eyes wide as flecks of golden hues plead to crack through the darkened gaze that meets them . this could be a never ending battle , no longer just a dance , but a choreographed fencing match where both contestants are shielded , yet exposed in the smallest of spaces where the rapier can find it’s home . she feels something , no , she feels everything – but that something was intangible , an entire world whizzing by , music faded in the background and she’s locked in place .
something was wrong . whatever it was felt too far away for her to grab a hold on , it was locked tight but bursting at the hinges of its confinement .
❛ aren’t we doing that already ? ❜ the question is caught in his breath , warm , innocent , but curious , prodding at the thoughts he keeps to himself , ❛ you’re here , right now , with me . it’s where i need you , always . ❜
something wasn’t right . it’s the way he speaks , the way he maintains the closeness instead of stepping back . the world where she anticipated the need to apologize was gone , so this wasn’t her world anymore . it was about to be uprooted and the two warring parts in her were fighting over whether she should fight it or embrace this change .
he replaces the cold that she’d left behind , lips pressing to hers in more direct focus and she’s left to his devices , swept up in the understanding of where she belongs ( with him , it’s always been with him ) and where she currently stands . she’s trapped between two worlds - what she wants and who she is . yet none of that explains the hurricane circling around them and she can only hope that the eye won’t move , that they won’t be overtaken by the storm that he’s so readily claimed her to be .
it’s like a pinprick on the back of her neck , the reminder that the air of unease was still lingering between them . it’s quelled briefly by the way his breath laced through hers , the way their lips meet so perfectly and how everything within her soul becomes impossibly more aligned with him . she longs to latch onto it , to find the piece that’s threatening to ruin this moment and pluck it out to throw away for some other time - all so that she could selfishly revel in how she has become so irrevocably aligned with him.
before she’s able to give herself entirely , the moment passes and she’s left with nothing more than the taste of him upon her lips , words having been left to the wayside as his reluctance becomes hers as well . ❛ the garden ❜ she whispers , but there are two voices wrangling inside - one warning her not to go , the other pleading with her to follow him wherever he may lead - telling her that he offers something that she could never attain on her own . when she parts from him , both sides are relieved in the sensation of victory , until she steps back , the tips of her fingers trailing along his arm . ❛ lead the way . ❜
A STOLEN MOMENT ——the kind that might earn him some sort of reprimand, if not for the solitude they’ve found in the hallway outside, just on the outskirts of the event carrying on without them. in the quiet embrace of this stolen moment, marcus feels the way the world shrinks to just two people, breaths mingling in the space between reality and dreams. he shouldn’t want that dream, should focus on the plan, the plot to remove her from this place. but the dream of holding her like this without fear, without worry for anything beyond the two of them feels too close, just within reach.
she presses her lips to his skin and it anchors him in a way that nothing else ever has — a way he’d have thought impossible before this moment. his heart beats as if in a frenzied answer to some question neither has truly posed out loud, a testament to the storm of emotion he’s kept at bay for far too long.
❝ i know, ren, ❞ the words spill from him in a hushed whisper, his voice thick with them, like handing them over is a risk he’s calculated and found himself incapable of preventing. fingers trace the line of her jaw, a gentle touch that speaks of reverence and longing. ❝ you're not just my peace, you're my storm too, ❞ he murmurs, amusement in his tone as he wonders if she’ll grasp the weight of all of this. later, he thinks, if she forgives him his decisions about this night, maybe she’ll understand his words.
gaze locked with hers, the world beyond seems irrelevant. its dangers, uncertainties, fears — all of it waiting on the doorstep for them to only walk forward — irrelevant when in this moment marcus feels a clarity like never before. ❝ we could change everything, you know. ❞ thoughts meant to stay tucked in the back of his mind, meant to be kept to himself until they’ve found a safe place, until they’re out. but it’s a bright beacon — the hope that guides him toward a future he’d almost dared to dream of. ❝ i’d be with you every step of the way. ❞
on one hand, he’s testing the waters, gauging her reaction. on the other, he makes a promise — a vow that goes beyond his duty to her, the promise of a heart given freely.
outside, freedom awaits. the first step to what comes next. but once they take it, once they give themselves over to the plans he’s made, will she still look at him the same? a soft smile touches his lips as he remains in her space, reluctant to release her or this moment.
when marcus presses closer, mimics her movements with more purpose — his lips to hers, a response to her invitation, a taste long awaited — he hopes it won’t be the last as he breathes all of himself into the kiss. it feels like both a beginning and an end, a promise of a future born of the freedom he desires, the freedom he’s pulling her toward. this is a dance as old as time itself, a moment suspended before everything changes. in it — just like he has in her presence for a long time — marcus finds solace, the peace they’ve been referencing, but also the courage to face what comes next. ❝ so — the garden, ❞ he whispers in a breathy laugh, reluctantly putting space between them. ❝ shall we ? ❞ // @eposerta
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RENATA PONDERS THIS . to think that someone could just … leave a town and change who they were - got back on their feet to start something new felt … not quite strange , but improbable . who people were rarely changed . ❛ you’re talking about things like nature versus nurture ❜ she states softly , lost in thought for a moment too long . the idea was sound , but lacking - it felt as though marcus was attempting to avoid something within his heart that had since left the beating muscle to find a place in his soul .
she would ask , but she has absolutely zero business to do so .
❛ people are who they are ❜ she states simply , the corner of her mouth ticking upwards back into a smile . she looks to milo , recalling with a hint of amusement of how much fun he was having mere hours before . it was an act of escapism , creature comforts that she understood all too well and the youngest of them appeared to have wrapped himself within it . ❛ it’s up to everyone else to decide how they feel about it , right ? ❜
after all , if you leave a town after murdering people in cold blood - you are still just that . a killer .
it was the mention of coffee that brought her gaze back up , eyes widening as if she’d forgotten the time , how her body was reacting not just to the alcohol she’d relished in earlier , but the exhaustion of the day as a whole . ❛ i really shouldn’t … ❜ she’s wary . he was a stranger , after all , but when she takes a look at her phone to check the time , she sees that her location is on so if she were to go missing , someone would be able to find her . besides , marcus didn’t radiate the sinister type , even if she could see clearly the shell he’s formed around himself to hide something deeper . ❛ but on the other hand , if you’re offering … i have to get to work in like … three hours so i can get to class on time to take an exam . maybe it would be good to have an extra boost . ❜ she pauses , teeth pulling at her bottom lip , ❛ i mean , don’t feel obligated or anything , i’m fine to drive back . ❜
HE WANTS TO LAUGH, wants to give some cynical answer that exposes just how jaded he’s become with everything going on. but the would - be laugh comes out more like a dry scoff, and marcus finds his head dipping as if to hide whatever look it brought to his face. it’s not like he has a reason to protect her from this new marcus — she hadn’t even known the old one. there’s just something about her eyes that makes him feel a little too seen in a way he’s not quite comfortable with.
❝ gotta be some out there, right ? i mean plenty of people get out of places like this and do something with their lives. ❞ like he’d tried to, like maybe he could have done. even now he stands apart from his family, settled into his own apartment despite having to come home. and yet they bleed in through his walls anyway.
his gaze follows hers, settling on milo where he snores softly against marcus’ couch cushions. ❝ yeah, he’s not that bad, ❞ he concedes because he’s not, or he wasn’t. and he can’t even blame his brother for all of this — this scene, this exploitation of someone’s kindness, this behavior — everyone has their own way of coping with grief. when he looks back at her, marcus finds a smile. ❝ right, thanks for that, i’m surprised he even remembered my address. ❞ this time his laugh is a little more real by the time it manifests, and he nods, almost to himself. ❝ you want a coffee, or a cocoa — something warm before you head back out in the cold ? ❞ he’s not about to grill her about her drinking habits, but if she’d been at the same party with milo, might do some good to sober up, too. // @eposerta
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╭┈┈┈┈ ₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !
╰ ♡⸝⸝ 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒
' tomorrow can't do anything today hasn't already managed. '
' i feel like there's a fucking axe hanging over my head. you know, i can't see it, but i believe it. '
' you know, i don't really believe any of this. and maybe everything that's happened so far is just some kind of vivid dream. '
' at least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. '
' too many people tell each other not to repress their emotions, to release their feelings, to let the pain go. '
' i want you to consider my words very carefully and refrain from knocking my teeth out. '
' i hate that they were hurting you. i would never do that to you. '
' take your pick, and when you decide, come and tell me. but don't rush into it. take your time. '
' you believe in nothing so you have nothing. '
' you are on a path from nothing to everything. '
' you had something recently. you lost it. '
' you keep giving away your life. you don't much care if you live or die, do you? '
' you had the sun itself. i can give you the moon. '
' the only thing that scares me is being forgotten. i can survive most things, but not that. '
' your heart's not beating for this life anymore. '
' take the fucking hint. '
' i'm not one of you. '
' what has gotten into you? '
' you cannot travel in any other way than the road your senses show you. and you must walk that road to the end. '
' things are never going back to the way that they were. you can't fight progress. '
' people create gods when they wonder why things happen. do you know why things happen? because gods make them happen. '
' you only matter in matters of war. and there's not going to be a war. '
' do you know me? do you know what i am? '
' just because we are few and they are many does not mean that we are lost. '
' you're as forgotten and as unloved and unremembered as any of us. '
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[ENDORSEMENT] Winter for espoir
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WOULD IT BE APPROPRIATE TO LAUGH ? no . the look upon his features rests something of a tapestry of what she preferred to be unfamiliar with . his energy ? she can sense it coiling around her body that screams for her to run away . a rock balls in her throat , small pieces of gravel forming together to slice at her vocal chords leaving her incapable of speech and at first , she’s not able to swallow it down and left to hope it broke apart .
what thoughts she has are lashing out , fighting one another to see which of them would come out on top and it’s in this speechless moment that her head shakes everything that she believed , the idea that people gravitated towards her not because of something unseen but because she was kind and giving , was being stolen from her in the most merciless kind of way .
the calm kind of torment , the sort that leaves the body lifeless in the end .
❛ that’s called existing . ❜ she retorts now that the rock had broken apart from her frustration , ❛ you make it sound like it’s something else , some kind of force , but it’s just who we are . there isn’t poetry to it , but choice and … ❜ there’s a pause , a moment of self reflection wearing down in her jawline as she looks away , ❛ is this how you handle things ? you swoop in , talking about things like the unexplained discoveries of our inner selves ? ❜
she wants to add that because of this , he must not be the easiest person to befriend , but she doesn’t . just as yes she recognizes that she is not like others , she can see the same in what stands before her . he’s not human , something far above that , and the arrogance in each syllable that falls from his lips shows that he is well aware of that fact as well .
❛ is it so hard to believe that people gravitate towards me because i’m decent , kind , and empathetic to others needs ? there doesn’t have to be anything special about that , it’s just the way humanity moves forward . ❜
HE IS PATIENT AS SHE SPEAKS, a dance of uncertainty across her features that complements the curiosity on his. the air hangs heavy with unspoken secrets, and his eyes — deep pools of an ancient wisdom — fix upon hers with a gentle searching gaze.
❝ renata, ❞ his voice is a soft murmur, like leaves rustling in a distant forest. ❝ there's a depth in you, an echo of something greater. it's not about fear or stories. it's about a resonance that you — perhaps unknowingly — carry within. ❞
a warmth pervades his tone, a hint of understanding bridging the gap between their worlds. the space between them is charged with an invisible energy, one he only hopes might reassure her.
❝ there's a light in you, a unique essence. you may not understand it, but you know that it's there. ❞ a question, almost, one that requires no answer. ❝ that essence is palpable to those around you. they might not comprehend their attraction to it, but they feel it, just as you feel something unexplained within yourself. ❞
he extends a hand, not so much as an offer, but as a symbol of connection, another bridge, this one to a truth not yet fully grasped.
❝ we are all — in different ways — a tapestry of unseen stories. you are no exception, renata. there's much to embrace in that discovery. ❞ his smile, gentle and knowing, a hint at mysteries yet to unfold, a silent invitation to that knowing, if she’s ready. though, he’ll just as easily let it go if she’s not.
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@indigodreames ❤'d !
❛ YOU KNOW … ❜ she’s sitting , yes , sitting in the snow , the cold chill a welcome relief that pairs well with the sun beaming down to cast a warmth against the back of her neck and while she’s dressed for the weather it could still be felt through her skin . either way , gloved fingers toy with the snow around her , a miniature snowman forming even if it isn’t anything substantial . ❛ a lot of people would assume spring is my favorite season , because of the .. you know , everything about me , but really ? winter is just … ❜ she pauses , a hand raising palm up , a warm glow forming in the snow and within a few short moments , a flower begins ti leo fight the cold , ❛ it shows that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel , you know ? ❜
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✧✦⭒ SHADOW & BONE S1 —
a collection of random dialogue prompts from season one of shadow and bone! change all pronouns/gendered language as you need!
❛When I was young, I was afraid of the dark.❜
❛Who can hear a whisper here?❜
❛Have you ever put out a fire by adding more fire?❜
❛You don’t seem like the type that does what they should.❜
❛What information do you have for me tonight?❜
❛Either you take your time or you take your chances.❜
❛No businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take.❜
❛Answer the question. What are you?❜
❛Never make decisions out of fear, only spite.❜
❛Drive a knife into their heart.❜
❛You would choose their life over my freedom?❜
❛Planning on making a break for it?❜
❛Now call the sun.❜
❛Pray, scream, do whatever you have to do to push this out of your mind and move on.❜
❛The bone road ebbs and the bone road flows.❜
❛Our saint has arrived too late.❜
❛That’s why you look at me like that, isn’t it?❜
❛Are witches so used to deceit, they can’t accept good manners?❜
❛No saint ever watched over me… not like you have.❜
❛I will not take scraps from the likes of you.❜
❛Am I… disturbing you?❜
❛Your show of power will determine who will remain our ally.❜
❛Where did you learn to be so commanding?❜
❛You will become even more dangerous, still.❜
❛I thought I had more time to prepare you, but it’ll have to wait.❜
❛I… I killed him.❜
❛Oh, I always have hope. Even you can’t kill that.❜
❛If you put her/him/them in harm’s way, think about what I might do.❜
❛So there is a brain inside all that muscle.❜
❛They knew I was more important than any of them.❜
❛Your wet clothes will be the death of you.❜
❛A good magician is a good con artist. The trick is to make it look real.❜
❛It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as they are tall and yet, oh, there you stand.❜
❛I just settled our tab with the last of our coin.❜
❛I may not see you just yet, but I can hear your heart racing.❜
❛Using my power is definitely changing me.❜
❛Their blood is on your hands as much as mine.❜
❛If not saints, what do you even believe in?❜
❛Do you know the only thing more powerful than you or me? The two of us together.❜
❛Choosing friendship over survival was not a luxury I could afford.❜
❛Telling half the story is not the same as lying.❜
❛You could have made me your equal. Instead you made me this.❜
❛Fine, make me your villain.❜
❛What can you really do on your own?❜
❛They are infernally happy there.❜
❛I can’t wait to introduce you to my truest love.❜
❛How do you claim such power?❜
❛I don’t have to kill you. Your past will do it for me.❜
❛It’s dangerous to go looking for the dead.❜
❛Saints become martyrs before they get to become heroes.❜
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@r3dblccd ❤'d !
❛ THIS… ❜ eyes wide , they find a place upon the ground digging holes into her feet , the slight tremble in her hands quelled only by the way they curl into fists . the world that she was supposed to understand , everything that she knows , it comes into question by the smallest inconvenience — and she’s left with nothing but more questions . ❛ it was never supposed to be like this . ❜
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THE SMILE THAT LACES UPON RENATA’S FEATURES is warm , welcoming and in earnest . the company would be nice , and there was a hope resting in the back of renata’s mind that longed to rest the aching soul of the other . it was both a comfort and curse - the way the nephilim’s energy tended to calm and draw closer the ones nearby . it was infectious , yes - but it was in moments like this that renata was grateful for it . so they walk towards the coffee shop with the sun peeking through the clouds to kiss across her skin . it’s when they’re closer to the entrance that she looks to aeri , a hint of a frown softening her features , ❛ are you afraid to fight it ? ❜ she questions gently , ❛ they say that … you know , sometimes embracing what’s inside of you can be the best asset , help ease that tension . ❜ she knows this from personal experience , how long had she heard the voices of those tormented , after all , ❛ or do you think it’s too dangerous to unleash ? ❜
༊⋆。˚ how did she know ? how would she be able to guess ( the entity ) within her was getting stronger by the day ? there was a sense of familiarity drawing aeri to the female but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. could it be that they were the same ? or was the other s u f f e r i n g from something supernatural also ? many questions ran through her already scrambled mind but she f o c u s e d on the present right now —- she was sure the female would tell her if she believed it was relevant or felt comfortable in doing so . ❛ .. i would love the company but i’ll have no buts !! ❜ a chuckle soon escaping as she flashed a bright smile yet it wavered slightly as they made way to a coffee shop ( which she was determined to treat ) , ❛ it's continuously getting stronger —- my dreams are the worst . ❜
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@mythous said "i’ve seen this town make good people do bad things." xoxo marcus
❛ DO YOU KNOW OF ANY TOWNS THAT MAKE BAD PEOPLE DO GOOD THINGS ? ❜ while the question is asked with a hint of humor , the perplexed expression upon her features begs for an answer . the truth is that she would love to know , craves the comfort that could be brought with knowledge that even the worst in the world could change , even if it was too late to avoid the consequences .
more pipe dreams - she’s full of them .
she smiles with the same hope that’s pulled her down to rock bottom too many times for her to count , leaning in to his train of thought as if there had to be more to it than that . perhaps it was this town that made the good turn bad , or , couldn’t it also have been the people themselves ? who was she to question the morality of others — what aches them , what drives them and their actions ? she was nobody - far from judge , jury , executioner .
hands burrow themselves into the sleeves of her jacket , the wind teasing the back of her neck makes her shudder from the chill. it brings feet forward to put distance between her and the door , indulging the warmth of such a quiet home . ❛ besides … ❜ a look is given to the young man that lay face first on the sofa , and for a second , pity washes across her cheeks as her tongue clicks , and the desire to lighten the mood , she continues , ❛ he’s not that bad — he just wanted to have a good time , at least he made it here in one piece , right ? ❜
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