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varis  is  being  moved  to  my  multi  .

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sinbcrn:

              ❝    wasn’t  trying .    ❞       she  spreads  out  against  the  couch ,  wrist  flicked  in  an  idle  gesture  so  the  television  screen  sputters ,  and  blacks  out .   grace  couldn’t  recall  a  moment  she  had  truly  pressed  herself  to  lie  to  him ,  a  time  she  had  intended  to  deceive  the  forged  bond  between  them .   and  varis ,  he  had  known  her  before  she  had  built  lies  into  her  skin ,  before  the  careful  construction  of  her  facade  had  begun ,  before  the  loss  of  her  father  had  swallowed  her  whole .  lying  to  him  would  never  be  an  easy  task  (  lying  to  family  never  was ) .

 he  has  tried  to  salvage  himself  from  the  ashes.   tried  to  retain  something  worth  saving  in  the  first  place  of  himself   ,   ended  up  a  failure  .   her  ---    he  will  never  stop  trying  to  save  .  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders  and  he  lets  the  couch  devour  him  .   sits  back  with  a  burning  cup  held  between  two  hands   .    ❝   okay.  ❞   how  simple  one  word  can  be   :   yet  they  hold  a  child-like  stubbornness  ,   a  bitter  tone.

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sinbcrn:

         they  trade  in  subtleties ,   words  never  truly  taken  at  surface  value –  there’s  always  MORE .  and  it’s  simpler,  this  way ;  it  affords  them  a  mutual  privacy .  vulnerability  has  never  been  easy ,  not  for  as  long  as  it  has  been  equivalent  to  WEAKNESS ,  to  danger ,  but  varis  never  pushes ,  he  makes  no  attempts  to  pry  her  secrets  out ,  and  for  that ,  grace  feels  a  quiet  gratitude .      ❝     mm .   what  can  i  say ?  gossip  girl  just  breaks  my  heart ,  every  time .   ❞     don’t  sweat  it ,  varis .

 comfort  is  an  acquaintance .   it  only  pays  visits  occasionally.  specifically  with  grace .   the  history  between  them  does  not  weigh  heavy.   it  is   light  ,  freeing  ,  the  closest  thing  to  warmth  &  home  that  he  knows .  they  were  merely  words  before ,  but  now  ,  they  have  meaning  ,  connotation.  he  sits  back  now  ,  at  ease.  golden  fire  is  absent  in  his  eyes.  he’s  let  them  become  soft  ,  molded  at  her  words.  ❝   you’re  upset. ❞   the  flame  repeats ,  ❝  and  a  bad  liar.  ❞

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 predator  ,  even  without  intent.  he looks  with  cold  eyes   ,  indifference  paints  his  features .   ❝  here,  kitty  kitty . ❞  something  reaches  his  lips  ,  it  can  be  mistaken  for  a  smile ,  almost  .  if  one  did  not  know  him  well  enough .  he’s  been  robbed  of  that  .  replacing  himself  is  a  ghost  of  a  boy ,  it  taunts  him  and  now  others .  /  @inmyvcins

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what happened with dominic?

here  !

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 he’s  never  been  good  with  words,  missing  a  certain  sensitivity  to  be  learned  from  a  parent’s  love .  it  is  rare  for  him  to  pick  up  on  these  things  ,  but  he   knows  her .  he  stands  across  from  her   (  read  :  hovers  )  ,  head  dipped  to  the  side .   ❝   you’re  upset.    ❞   the  words  in  itself  are  simple .  a  plain  observation  ,  but  there’s  more  behind  it  .  tell  me  what’s  wrong  ,  it  says  ,  let  me  help.   /  @sinbcrn

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this boi is soft and smol

v  soft  ,  v  smol  .

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i  changed  my  fc  because  yikes  @  dom  rn  &  i  needed  someone  more  Soft .

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hey firecrotch get fucked - xoxo rose

❝  it’s  always  nice  to  hear  from  my  loving  sister.  ❞

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lifegifted:

     ❝    excuse  me?    ❞    rage  clicks.  brows  raise  ,  oculars  quickly  snapping  to  a  vile  source.  the  aggravation  inside  has  only  begun  to  spark  ,  but  it  has  already  consumed  her  whole.  humans  ;  land  dwellers.  their  petty  ,  foolish  remarks.    ❝    in  case  you  haven’t  noticed  ,  boy  ,  i’m  incredibly  flawless  and  MARVELOUS.  maybe  you  should  go  get  yourself  some  glasses  before  i  rip  those  little  eyes  out.    ❞

he’s  the  son  of  a  goddess   /   made  something  holy .  maybe  that’s  where  he  gets  this  flame  from  ,  or  why  he  feels  no  fear .  he  has  nothing  to  lose  .  ❝  you  would  be  doing  me  a  favor . ❞  he  speaks  with  ease .  makes  each  word  sound  like  a  hymn.  ❝  by  all  means  though  ,  carry  on   with  ..  whatever  you  were  doing .  i  don’t  really  care .  ❞

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sunderedawn:

she looks at him with gleaning eyes, eyes that pick at him like the tiny beaks of birds, his lie skims across the surface of her like water. and she tires to make her mouth something harder, her eyes crinkle with the effort.    ❛  YOU’RE AN AWFUL LIAR you’d be very upset if you hurt her feelings.   ❜

 like  a  child  scorned  ,  his  vigor  falters  .  throat  becomes  dry  .  he  avoids  her  gaze  but  shrugs  the  comment  off  nonetheless  .  boy  of  fire  becomes  weak  .  finally  meets  her  eyes  with  a  budding  smile .  ❝  does  rose  even  have  feelings  ?  ❞

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lifegifted:

     chin  tilts  upwards  ,  hazel  eyes  reflecting  glimmers  of  sunlight.  the  picture  perfection  to  her.  why  wouldn’t  it  be?  slide  her  into  any  scene  ,  any  moment  ,  and  it  was  all  guaranteed  to  be  stunning.    ❝    what  makes  you  think  i  need  a  different  filter?    ❞    rhea  doesn’t  bother  to  look  towards  the  voice.  he  should  be  thankful  she  chose  to  acknowledge.    ❝    i  think  i  look  gorgeous.    ❞

soldier  boy  .  used  to  the  harsh  words  and  venom  of  the  gods.  he  is  quick  to  defend  himself  ,  to  harm   .  he  lives  like  an  animal  trapped  in  a  corner .  he  is  unblinking  .  deadpanned .   the  cruelty  of  his  ancestry  dwells  inside  him  .  ❝  to  hide  those  pores .  ❞

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sunderedawn:

she looks at him hard, the scolding does not last long- it never does. instead she lifts an affectionate hand, brushing it to the top of his head- brushing the hair from his forehead.  ❛  VARIS, YOU SHOULD BE more careful, you know how much rose worries.   ❜

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ethereal  ;  inside  him  sits  a  pile  of  ashes  .  the  charred  version  of  the  boy  he  once  was  .  these  gentle  touches  don’t  pass  without  a  small  flinch  ,  but  he  only  crosses  his  arms  in  response  .  he  brushes  off  her  comment  with  ease  .   ❝  she’ll  get  over  it .  ❞

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disinterest  is  a  long  time  friend  ,  it  sits  with  him  now  .  he  happens  to  glance  towards  the  phone ,  miraculously  resisting  the  sigh  that  threatens  to  expel  .  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders  .  he  sits  back  with  his  arms  resting  beneath  his  neck  .   ❝  try  a  different  filter .   ❞  /  @lifegifted

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mylittleapricot:

people ask me what im into im just like um idk quiet things alone things

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a  Soft  .