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#silent hill is literally the best thing #with the greatest soundtrack #requiem

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#blue's complexion so much !!! #vessel

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                 Wheels are turning in his mind and he's processing things quickly; filing this away to revisit because this is absolutely and undeniably important, and even he understands that. A man with his face--- even their voices sound alike, if Blue were to speak more confidently and without such strange pauses. He's unsure, always thinking hard about his words; but this man? He already knows just what he's going to say, before it slips into the air between them. Another step closer--- the taller of the two males rounds in until there's the soft static of personal space invaded.

           He acts like they've known each other for years---- Blue is perplexed, but the next choice of words sends everything that clicks in his mind like clockwork on overdrive. Brother; he doesn't have one, does he? Doesn't really have much of anyone at all, let alone a family---? So, why, then, does it make so much sense that these two be connected by a force that he simply cannot explain? He'll shift in ever closer just to test its limits, before there's a hard swallow and shallow draw of breath. His eyes will never leave the lock of the other's.

                                        ❝ I d----idn't know.... I had a brother. Or                                            anything like that. No one t-----old me.❞

                                        He watches every move his brother makes with utmost intent and curiosity; like watching an ant from the other side of a magnifying glass as it burns. There’s a kind of adoration that burns in the pit of his belly for Blue—-burns so much that it almost disgusts him. It isn’t very fair that his twin be born with someone who loves him as much as he does, is it? Not when Nico had been made to serve faithfully, only to be sent down at the first chance his father had. Not very fair at all.

                                                           And he has to stop himself from closing in to brush calloused fingertips from his brother’s temple down to ghost over lips so much like his own——the resemblance is too uncanny and he can see the way it confuses Blue just in the way brows wrinkle and mouth pops agape. It’s sad, really, but Nico will simply take another step closer, close enough to be able to reach across the space between them to pick a piece of lint off of Blue’s shirt nonchalantly. It’s a gesture reserved for those who are comfortable with each other, and therefore it’s out of place—but are they not both so out of place in a world not suited for people like them?

                       ❝ I’m Nicodemus. But you can call me Nico——-little brother. ❞

#divinewrathe #| the ballad of cain and abel |

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He's been placed onto practiced  land with  untouched skin;   easily  bruised and white as a sheet, he seems to emanate the absolute purity he so tightly clings to, even  without notice.   How sad;   not even worthy of a name,  so he  had to choose one for himself-----   Blue,  because he'd thought  the  color to be a nice one, and it'd been simple as that. So, when he hears it uttered into the  space of  the bathroom,   there's  a startle to his  motions and the  angel turns  swiftly  away  from  the  sink---   eyes in  search  for the  voice's  owner.

He can't feel it;   doesn't  know just  how  monumental   this  moment  is to the  very mark  of his  creation---   can only feel the  confusion  that seems to  wash over  his  entire  being at the  sight of a face  so like  his own.   A stranger;   did  strangers  bear  your face?   He  doesn't  understand  and there's a  hard blink on wide eyes; brows knit and lips  part as he  tries to process.   His stomach's stopped spinning now, there's no urge to vomit, but his shoes  stumble  lightly and Blue takes one curious step closer to get a better look.   Is he okay?  Why would a stranger ask him that?   Strangers  were  often unkind  things---   he'd learned quickly during his short stay; they'd often grow cross with him. Another step closer;   eager to  know  with a  newborn mind  so hungry for  information; who is this  man with  features  so strikingly  close to his own?   And so, God above and the Devil below watch with bated breath.

                                        ❝ W-----ho are you? How do you--- know my name?❞

Blue——the pure color of a clear sky. Blue——holding or offering little hope; dismal; bleak.  Blue——an angel that harbors his vessel.  Blue——his baby brother.

                       And what a beautiful baby brother indeed; the fallen has been keeping an eye on this brother of his for quite some time now, hasn’t he? Ever since his cruel FATHER had placed him onto the earth with the shaking knees of a newborn doe and with the purest of souls; Nico has been his watchful protector since the beginning—and maybe there a tinge of jealousy in his stern stare, a smidge of a strange kind of hate that he harbors for his brother because he’s everything he isn’t; not anymore. With his purity still intact and bright white angel wings, Nico, at the same time, wants to wrap arms around him to let the world around them fade away until there is nothing left but them and wants to pluck each individual feather from his wings to leave him bare and raw—-tainted.

                                    This time he’s followed him into a small diner; watching from a distance as he always has as his twin orders food Nico knows he will never be able to stomach and without the knowledge that he does indeed have to pay for everything he’s ordered. He thinks it to be pathetic and watches as Blue rises to retreat into the restroom where he will soon empty the contents of his too-new stomach and Nico follows only a few moments later—this is his chance. He strides to the bathroom with ease and a dark sort of grace, pushes the door open with calloused knuckles to see his mirrored image hovering over the sink with a nervous, bewildered kind of expression; he has to document this moment in his mind because this is the first time he’s even come close at all to his brother, with his frail frame and gold for hair. He cocks a brow and takes careful steps closer, ends up leaning against the wall in front of Blue with arms crossed and something of a curious almost-smile.

                                                 ❝ You okay there, Blue? ❞

#| the ballad of Cain and Abel | #divinewrathe

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#lots of excited fluttering about #yesyes your boy !!!! ??? #//// dies over these two ////

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#| the ballad of Cain and Abel | #requiem

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Alone-- as usual,  he'd tucked  himself  into a  booth; had ordered a smoothie  and  some  pancakes  that had  been  absolutely  covered   in  chocolate  sauce. Far  too  much  for  his  stomach  to  handle  and  it'd  ended in the bathroom--- back bent and leaned over the basin of  the  toilet as his  stomach  heaves  and empties.  He's  far  too  thin,  but  his vessel  refuses nearly all foods;   much  too  new  to  a  full  stomach. Rinsing  his  mouth   in  the  sink,   there's  a   steady  pang of nervousness  that  hits him  now.  Food isn't free and he  doesn't have  money----  wouldn't  know how   to  count  money  even   if   he  had  any.   Pitiful.

#divinewrathe #!!! #| the ballad of Cain and Abel |

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                   Seated alone—- would  seem totally normal,   wouldn’t  it?                           Except   for  the  fact  that  he  perched  atop  a  car—   legs                           criss-cross-apple-sauce as he nurses  a  splinter  lodged                           deep in his thumb.  He tends  to get them  often—   forgets                            that wood can do such a thing, but also  isn’t all too skilled                           in removing them.  He’ll shift to lie back;  bruised and  pale                           spine  arches  under   his  shirt  and  he’ll   allow  shoulder                           blades to dig into the roof of the car;  eyes watching clouds                           sip on the sun and slink across the sky.

#reposting this from old blog #open #open rp #ahs rp #indie rp

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#lots of happy chirping from blue #?? !!!! #| out of scripture | #sorta #divinewrathe #| the ballad of Cain and Abel |

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#| the ballad of Cain and Abel |

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                    Weak stomach heaves—  he’s  tucked away  in  the  bathroom                            to  empty  the contents of  his belly; too  much  for  his  body  to                            consume all at  once.  One  day,   he’ll  be able  to handle it;  to                            to  eat  as he  so  pleases  without  his  stomach  tossing  and                             turning to reject it. Boy—-   don’t  you see it is  the sin  that  your                            vessel isn’t accustomed to!?  Gluttony; it’s  slow-learned  and                            until  he becomes  well-acquainted with human food, Blue will                            remain  thin  and lanky—— ill  after  a  meal  that’s  more  than                             simple   fruits or vegetables. It’s always  the same;  vomit  and                            grow upset—- no   crying,  just  a  grimace  and  fingers  in  his                            hair to calm his mind and still the boiling in his insides, before                            he’ll   rinse  his  mouth  in  the sink.  Pitiful,  really;  it’s the dairy                            that   gets him   every  time.

#reposting this open here #open #open rp #indie rp #ahs rp

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                 A C I D    R A I N                   when Abel looked up                   at Cain.                                                            we began                                                   { weepin’ and wailin’ } 

#| the ballad of Cain and Abel | #musings

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#literally blue #vessel

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Be merciful until you can’t be. Until you feel your heart begin to harden into a bullet. Then use that bullet.

Clementine von Radics (via obscuriium)

#musings

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#requiem

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Headcanon ;;

Without much introduction to the sin, Gluttony—- Blue hardly ever feels hungry and doesn’t eat much. He likes fruits a lot; his favorite being clementines and red apples. Other than that, heavier foods have a tendency to make him ill and his vessel will often reject the food. Because of this, he is pretty thin, though not too incredibly malnourished.

#headcanon

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Headcanon ;;

Blue bruises terribly easy. His vessel isn’t fragile by any means and he’s quite sturdy, but his skin is new and smooth because it’s been recently gifted to him—- it bruises very easily in places like his knuckles and each dot of his spine because they’re usually leaned against things. Eventually, he’ll become tougher and he’ll stop bruising like a peach.

#headcanon