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#. face claim . › devil's come to claim his dues . #q

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I Know I’m A Wolf - Young Heretics My teeth may be sharp, and I’ve been raised to kill But the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill So I’m telling you that you’ll be safe with me

#. musings . › shadows turned sublime. #q

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harry smiling – requested by anonymous

#. face claim . › devil's come to claim his dues . #q

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“From the sea’s floor my heart sets sail. My eyes remember oceans.”

— Adonis, from The Crow’s Feather: I (tr. by Samuel Hazo)

#. musings . › shadows turned sublime. #q

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omg this is a beautiful version of the murder squash some from raven cycle and i can’t-

#. music . › raise a tankard . #q

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“With my black love I have sullied the sun…”

— Osip Mandelstam, from “How the splendour of these veils” (tr. by James Greene)

#. musings . › shadows turned sublime. #q

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 “Is there a particular reason that you’re bleeding out on my bedroom floor?”

 “Well its a little too cold to be bleeding out outside.”

#. about . › sinking down below . #q

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#. character study . › give no quarter . #q

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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - [1/3] ‘Odd Couple’ Ships ↳ “No one’s gonna stop us, soon the world will be ours.”

#. face claim . › devil's come to claim his dues . #. connection . › uma . #. otp . › resting at my true loves door ── uma & harry . #q

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“I’m a simple man; I have simple desires: the complete annihilation of everyone who’s ever wronged me.”

#. about . › sinking down below . #q

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#. character study . › give no quarter . #q

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with all due respect--which is none--

#. about . › sinking down below . #q

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#. character study . › give no quarter . #. otp . › sharp awareness of flesh we’ll hold ── henry & harry . #. otp . › burning brighter than the sun ── gil & harry . #q

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Who the fuck can do that?

#. skills . › oceans of hell come calling . #harry has entered the chat #q

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harry almost expected carlos to argue, to resist, to make more claims guided by little more than guilt and panic than rational thought but he didn't and harry smiled as he rubbed his thumb over the shell of carlos' ear. ❝ good. ❞ harry said, and he lowered his hand from carlos' face, down to his shoulder, then the length of his arm before he grasped his hand.

all the while, carlos drank in what was left of his mother's body. a bloodied mess that would stay a smear on the floor until harry dealt with it. for now, harry tugged carlos away from the bloody scene, led him back into the tunnels beneath the isle. ❝ to the ship. we'll clean you up and you'll stay the night. ❞ better that carlos sleep off the low that would come from the act somewhere no one would look for him. and while he slept, harry would rid the isle of another corpse.

❝ then, wherever you want, ❞ harry said, glancing back at carlos as he said it. auradon would always be the home of the enemy in harry's eyes, but to carlos it was something else. a safe haven, a place of freedom, maybe even a home. there was no reason he couldn't go back.

Carlos cared. God, Carlos cared. It was disgusting that Carlos cared. Whatever came over him to do this, that had snapped clearly. The haze was gone. Carlos was overthinking again, rather than thinking clearly and simply. He looked down, and then back to Harry, leaning into the other.

"Okay," he said sounding tired, but following Harry's lead. Trust in Harry was well placed. Carlos knew this because he knew Harry. For whatever dance that was their relationship it relied on trust. Trust that Carlos didn't necessarily put with others. Harry was in a class all on his own.

He looked at Harry, and then let his eyes drift over to his mother, to Cruella. She always did have an affinity for a red accent. This was more than an accent. He looked back to Harry, remembering things again. This whole thing was very weird. Their was the catharsis, the coming down from adrenaline that had him tired, there was apprehension as to what happens next. "Where are we gonna go?" he asked, the unasked question ever present. Can I go back to Auradon?"

#devillian #devillian . 001 . #. interaction . › thread . #. arc vii ⤍ post d3 . › through the heat of the sun . #this whole time i didn't realize i owed on this thread #r.i.p and thank you for the patience!

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all at once she was awake, recoiling from them with eyes wide and breath caught in her throat. he could still feel the warmth of her shoulder against his palm as he raised his hand, palm facing her as if to calm a wild thing. she glanced at him, eyes filled with turmoil, but she focused on henry. it wasn't a dismissal, harry didn't think allie would know how to dismiss anyone on purpose but it was a clear enough signal that his presence wouldn't make the next part any easier.

harry shifted as if to stand but henry's hand on his arm stopped him. there was a moment of frustration, a desire to pull away, create distance if not leave entirely but that would have been the cowards way out. he made his bed, he had to sleep in it. harry settled into the corner as he lowered his hand, the hull of the ship against his back and he made himself still, he made himself small and he made himself quiet. all things he had learned early in life revisited.

he listened to henry's explanation, a poetic rendition of winter and what came after, a cycle certainly but one with seasons that ended eventually. harry watched henry as he spoke, and he kept allie's trembling shape in his peripheral vision. she had made herself small as well, hiding her face in her hands and he wanted to pull them away, hold her face, make her look at him, at them. he swallowed the urge. he had nothing to say, no gentle assurances or poetic metaphors, and even if he did have something to say, he worried his voice would only scare her more. so he said nothing, and he waited.

                the  voices  kept  on,  hushed  little  things  that  slowly  became  clearer.  the  fuzz  faded  out  and  allie  wasn’t  thinking  about  the  words.  but  she  did  know  what  they  meant. a voice she knew, bright through the darkness.  there was a name, and she knew it. warmth  against  what  had  become  cold,  it  was  safe.  they  were  different  from  what  she  had  been  shrinking  away  from.  and  she  settled.  for  a  moment,  a  calm  heart.  but  then  there  were  hands.  and  she  wasn’t  ready  for  that.

                they  took  the  shape  of  …  scary.  scary  like  the  edge  of  the  dream  that  was  being  wiped  away  from  her  eyes.  they  took  the  shape  of  what  she  had  been  dreaming  about  before  they’d  found  her.  then,  she  remembered.  it  wasn’t  dreaming,  was  it?  allie  jumps  away  from  them,  flinches  far  enough  that  it  wakes  her  up.  really,  this  time.  startled,  bones  quivering  like  a  deer.  even  sitting,  which  she  was,  somehow,  even  if  she  wasn’t  sure  how  she’d  got  there,  that  fast.  she  noticed  how  dizzy  she  was,  how  hard  it  was  to  breathe,  the  world  was  spinning  a  little,  even  through  her  sorrow.  it  made  it  hard  to  focus,  for  it  to  be  real.  it  still  feels  like  she’s  waking,  even  when  she’s  sitting  right  up.

                when  she  blinks  her  eyes,  huge  with  the  wild, ever changing storm  of  all  of  her  emotions,  the  room  clears  up  and  becomes  familiar.  the  nightmare  that  had  clung  to  the  walls  had  faded,  but  her  heart  wouldn’t  slow  down  its  rapid,  fearful  beating.  she  sees  harry,  she  sees  henry,  and  she  can  feel  the  respective  little  waves  of  shock  and  sorrow-  the  sorrow  and  the  deep  yearning  for  something  that  she  can no longer have  -but  they  don’t  quite  register  in  the  way  that  they’re  meant  to.

                  but  allie  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  so  scared,  she  knew  that, and  she  couldn’t  help  it.  she  felt  like  an  afraid,  quivering  little  bird  in  the  warm,  warm  hands  of  someone  she  could  trust.  she  could  trust  henry,  and  she  holds  onto  that,  because  all  the  harry  thoughts  are  as  uncertain  as...

                  even  while  she’s  floating,  strangely,  she  feels  the  flicker  of  her  eyes  to  harry,  and  then  away,  but  she  looks  at  henry.  she  might’ve  said  his  name,  the  leftover  sleep  shading  over  her.  the  fairy  girl,  delayed,  lets  his  words  wrap  her  right  up, warm and soft and right.  the world stays, the ground, the sky. she listens to that. but, oh, her mother was everything. the  moment  passes,  and  she  feels  another  heavy,  heavy  wave  hit  her, brought right back up from where it had been hiding.  the  crying,  she  can  feel,  and  she  can  feel  the  guilt  and  shame  and  all  of  the  awfulness  coming  right  back.  her  shaking  hands  go  to  cover  her  teary  face,  and  she’s  too  busy  drowning  in  her  head  to  look  anymore.

#loetise #lighthouseborn #loetise . 006 . #lighthouseborn . 003 . #. interaction . › thread . #. arc viii ⤍ post d3 . › a knife that never stops . #sorry henry but you gotta carry the dialogue rn lmao

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