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darling sister!

❝  oh, but why would i want anyone else? you’re my big brother, the most important man in my life! i just had to have him ask you.  ❞  there is nothing truly genuine about her smile now  ——  all sugary-sweet politeness  &  maliciousness wrapped up in a pretty red bow.  ❝  john thought it was such a lovely idea, too! i barely even had to convince him.  ❞

john’s a lovely man, truly: he’s polite, charming, rich, and an idiot  ——  he hadn’t thought twice about accepting the idea, though she’s well-aware that he thought it simply a sister adoring her elder brother. he wouldn’t know, he couldn’t know, and it made it all the sweeter. she can feel ares’ sarcasm as keenly as she can hear it, and it only edges her on. ❝  you did say yes, didn’t you? ❞

❛  oh nonsense! you’ve got two of these very important brothers. you’re going to break poor matias’ heart. ❜   ah, he places so little effort in those unconvincing words. the outcome is the same; ending in vain. & sure enough the hideousness of her intentions are etched on her expression, so he drops his own facade. must they engage in these times? he is so tired, having lost all desire to beat her. let her have her cake!   ——  and choke on it.

were the circumstances different, he supposes he would have an ounce of pity to spare for the poor bastard at the end of that aisle. bumbling, well-intended. briar emanated ambition, yet for some reason she sought a thrill in manipulating the helpless. he doesn’t bother to feign his disgust, eyes brimming & burning with unbounded hatred for her pretty porcelain face, that he would oh so love to break.  ❛  but of course, i already said i would. in fact, i wouldn’t miss it for the world. anything for you, sweetheart.  ❜

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…And make Death proud to take us.”

Taken from Anthony and Cleopatra ~ by William Shakespeare… (via scribe4haxan)

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OH HER VOICE, OH SO IRKSOME. he winces at her failed attempt for a siren’s croon, the loving facade practically suffocating. he could choke. or, preferably, do the greatest favor in the universe and choke her instead. but here he is at ease as though a tamed lion on display, a mockery to bend at her will. petal soft, saccharine lips kiss him once, twice. but she’s a rotted corpse strewn with flowers between black & red, her innocence long disposed of. 

❛  yes  --  the best man, huh?  ❜  cheery, taken aback by surprise. pure, absolute sarcasm dripping in his tone as though it were venom in his teeth that he could spit to her. her smile is insulting, his is the slap he’d love to return.  ❛  there was simply no one else, was there?  ❜

❝  ares !!!  ❞  she’s the picture of pure sisterly adoration as she approaches him, and even with the addition of her heels, she has to grasp him by the shoulders  &  pull him down so she may kiss each of his cheeks in greeting. she positively beams at him when she steps back, painted lips easily slipping into a smile that exudes innocence.  ❝  did john talk to you? i know he had a very important question concerning the wedding that only you could help with.  ❞

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Don’t cry. The damned don’t cry.

Eugene O’Neill, Mourning Becomes Electra (The Haunted)

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they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace

unfinished poems iii // s.z (via boreahs)

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Leicester Cathedral, 30.07.16

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sexual orientation: angry

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ivy, frank ocean

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oxford (2016.01.22)

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“I will storm the Gods and shake the universe.”

-Euripides, 431 BCE (via ciirce)

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Wait like the dawn, how it aches to meet the day

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i love you.

      PARADISE SOUGHT,  SHE IS THE CHILD OF EDEN.  birthed from the soil where greenery and wildfires prosper, emanating the warmth and sunlight which she once basked in  ;  these are images, vivid and bright, that he has never known.  these are dreams which fluctuate in and out of his mind, that never were.  FOR THEY ARE RUINOUS.  undeserving and damned.  their bodies are scarred canvases and their minds unsettled, lurking insomniacs who have made company with the moon cycles and its luminescence.  neither was meant to know this warmth, this eerie sense of peace  (  perhaps, that is why it has never settled. it may never. solace had been, in another life, a sign of forthcoming disparity.  )   that reeks of ingenuity.  

      one day, they tell themselves.  it is not like the brute honest accustomed to their tongues   –   speaking harsh whispers to wrath dripping on their tones, wishing the other dead  – and not quite a lie either, not like the silly, sweet nothings that they cannot even remembers. one day we will be better.

       i love you.  it sounds heaven sent.  it does not belong to him.  in circumstances before from a time lost,  impossible. coming from her mouth, after devastation and macabre with her crimson painted hands, sounds rather unholy.  it is a choir that rings, a sound he never wants to hear the end of but has yet to become used to it.  words fail, the blind fool with his twisted tongue.  he used to be the one who would insinuate these words of affection without any expectation, without any reciprocation whatsoever. is it that unconscious shock that renders him a mute now  …  ?  he does not answer, but that does not mean he did not hear.  his actions are a means of forgiveness for clumsily bound words are missing. 

       BURIED INTO THE SCENT OF HER HAIR, HE IS WHOLE. the softness and slight tangles are a sensation he could never possibly grow bored of  ;  child-like curiosity and adoration, hand in hand, it could be said it is one of his favorite traits about her.  this alone is  ( almost )  satisfying   –  if there were ever any good to come from the horrors of war, it was the unspoken lesson that taught gratitude. appreciation for the smallest of moments. people like them simultaneously  gifted   /   cursed  by sensitivity that fuels lingering paranoia, the reminder that any instance could be their inevitable last never leaves their minds.  BUT SOME HABITS ARE NEVER UNLEARNED.  greediness is etched into their minds,  their bodies starved for carnal activities and slow learned affection. 

          ❛   she is asleep.   ❜    –  and by she, their jewel that he is told has her beauty but his nature, sleeps on blissfully as she should. the obvious idle commentary has a purpose behind it, as his grin widens.   ❛   do you suppose we can make the most of this in the meantime, then?  ❜

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