#« knock knock let the devil in !! » n.petran 〈 all 〉

[sarpelui-saved]

HE  STANDS  BEFORE  THE  FLAMES  of  the  bonfire  ,  his  gaze  narrowed  against  his  cigarette  before  it  trails  down  the  length  of  it  in  the  direction  of  the  caito  mansion  .  from  the  hill  ,  he  could  just  see  the  top  of  it’s  architecture  ,  the  other  direction  ,  the  estate  .  he  leans  back  away  from  the  heat  and  takes  another  drag  ,  adding  his  own  smoke  to  the  flames  ❛    they  say  fire  always  brings  change  ,  regrowth  .  i  wonder  if  it  will  stick  this  time  .    ❜

[prcsopamoved]

HE  LINGERS  IN  THE  DOORWAY  ,  gaze  seemingly  soft  ,  features  rounded  as  if  they  were  attempting  a  smile  ,  but  instead  what  they  offer  is  the  typical  stoic  cold  .  his  words  are  different  though  ,  a  plate  of  food  (  that  he  doesn’t  mention  he’d  cooked  himself  ,  an  avid  chef  when  he  has  the  time  )    in  his  hand  and  he  speaks  simply  ,  ❛    i  wasn’t  sure  if  you’d  be  hungry  or  not  .      ❜   @serialbled  ❤ ‘d for soft !

[prcsopamoved]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐏  followed  by  one  knuckle  knocking  gently  against  the  granite  with  a  kind  marble  design  .  what  crosses  his  lips  is  something  that  some  may  call  a  smile  ,  others  a  sneer  ---  but  reality  defined  it  as  mere  disinterest  ;  a  tight  line  leveling  already  schooled  features  .  a  home  such  as  the  one  he  stood  in  cost  money  ;  he’d  tracked  the  finances  ,  crossed  the  numbers  ,  dealt  with  the  outcome  but  standing  before  a  housewife  the  schooled  thin  line  became  almost  bemused  before  settling  back  into  a  more  familiar  stoic  expression  .  

                   ❛      i  don’t  think  that’s  important  right  now  ,  do  you  ?      ❜    

what  could  lie  in  the  edges  of  a  threat  are  veiled  with  a  kind  welcoming  smile  as  if  to  say  welcome  to  my  home  while  disregarding  the  firearm  strapped  to  his  side  ,  the  blood  staining  his  fingers  .  no  .  this  was  not  quite  a  threatening  visit  ,  more  a  mere  introduction,  a  conversation  .  ❛    my  apologies  ,  mrs.  boland  .  i  was  just  so  caught  up  here  ---  you  have  such  a  beautiful  home  .  it  must  cost  an  astronomical  amount  to  keep  it  all  in  order  ----        ❜  a  gaze  steadily  moves  to  the  void  where  a  refrigerator  (  now  replaced  with  something  smaller  )  should  be  and  a  chuckle  follows  .  ❛      at  least  ,  one  would  assume  so  .    ❜

it’s  with  dangerous  sleek  motion  that  he  moves  around  the  counter  to  approach  ,  head  tilted  as  if  he  were  a  lion  waiting  to  pounce  on  his  prey  before  something  interesting  happens  .  the  creases  around  his  eyes  begin  to  form  ,  louder  as  the  entirety  of  such  stoic  features  shift  to  smile  and  a  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡  comes  next  as  if  his  voice  is  familiar  with  the  intent  ,  but  somewhat  rusty  (  and  it  is  )  before  he  continues        ❛      i  would  ask  how  you  keep  up  with  such  payments  ,  considering  your  husband’s  incapable  hands  …  and  wandering  ones  ,  isn’t  that  right  ?  but  i  think  you  and  i  both  know  the  answer  .      ❜          

@notheretotry 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹 !

[prcsopamoved]

❛    i  wasn’t  expecting  to  find  you  in  my  bed        ❜     sent ‘that’s dirty’ for a  🎲 starter !

[sarpelui-saved]

A RAGING INFERNO THREATENS to claw itself out of it’s protective cage . it leaves a trail of scorched earth behind him . his voice carries , his soldiers flock out to find the questioned as a booming voice belonging to not nikolas petran , but the fury inside his chest sounds ❛ where is she ?   ❜ a demand quickly answered in your bedroom . they know what comes next , he passes the stairs leading to his room , a beeline to his office where the door slams to echo down the halls . and for a moment ----- he finds himself real again . no longer did the man dressed in a perfected suit stand in the center of a room , but a mess of a demon donning blood stained clothes , fussed hair and a tie undone  as the voice in his head rakes through his ears march to their kingdom and burn it down  a reminder you’ve been too forgiving . heart throbbing painfully inside his chest he pleads for claws to tear it out  , but instead idle hands grab the first thing they can find , a lamp chucked across the room ---- shattered to pieces . another idea , tear down their buildings make them beg the loss of many , his own trusted company finds itself at the mercy of fucking savages , a hand , full arm swipes across the wooden desk ---- for he is ENRAGED and uncaring in the solace of his office . a darkness overbearing and what he craves is a release in the form of his fine white powder , a disease that will amp him up only more but perhaps quell the potential damage in his head .  and it’s once more , a verge of eyes wide open staring lifeless with the simple act of a broken neck that he remembers his own soldiers ,the lives he had to take . the hand soon crashed into the wall , hole punctured met with a booming romanian curse .                                          and the door opened . @vernaculare

[prcsopamoved]

𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀  𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅  𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏’𝐒  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,  never  finding  a  home  ,  never  finding  a  place  where  he  belonged  .  his  comfort  zone  was  more  of  a  stretch  between  quadrants  ,  where  his  soul  lingered  on  the  border  between  all  four  at  once  just    trying  to  find  the  right  answer  ,  struggling  to  fixate  roots  .  perhaps  he  and  max  had  more  in  common  than  he’d  originally  thought  ,  but  her  sarcasm  diminished  all  sensitivity  towards  the  subject  swiftly  .

instead  of  finding  a  destination  upon  a  rooted  space  ,  he’d  find  his  comfort  between  the  sheets  -  idle  evenings  of  temporary  fixations  that  would  liken  to  an  addiction  depending  on  who  viewed  it  ,  who  took  his  aching  bones  and  forged  them  to  steel  .  this  was  it  ,  the  only  life  he’d  ever  known  ,  a  nomad  by  nature  ,  by  heart  and  soul  he  drifted  so  for  him  to  even  𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓  a  comfort  zone  to  someone  else  seemed  ….  dangerous  indeed  .  foolish  ,  some  would  say  .

❛      of  all  the  people  in  this  world  ,      ❜  he  begins  with  a  lazy  lull  to  his  tone  ,  his  skin  still  buzzing  where  the  sweltering  heat  upon  his  flesh  where  nails  met  his  chest  began  to  recognize  the  chill  in  the  air  when  a  body  was  not  protecting  it  .  ❛    i  don’t  think  i’m  any  good  for  helping  find  a  …  comfort  zone    ,  not  one  long  lasting  anyway  .      ❜

there’s  a  moment  that  settled  in  the  break  of  the  evening  ,  tips  of  steady  fingers  tracing  over  a  pronounced  shoulder  ,  exposed  to  the  moonlight  peeling  through  the  blinds  ,  what  more  could  he  expect  ,  to  think  upon  after  time  spent  intended  to  be  simple  turned  into  a  rather  catastrophic  -  risking  conversation  ?  but  what  follows  next  is  a  near  gentle  shove  against  the  very  base  of  the  shoulder  he’d  been  uncharacteristically  soft  with  moments  before  so  that  she  is  on  her  back  once  more  ,  and  one  arm  stretched  across  her  torso  to  the  other  side  .

❛      ---  besides  ,  i  think  you  and  i  are  best  for  temporary  comfort  ,  don’t  you  think  ?      ❜    @murios !! continued

[sarpelui-saved]

now remember boy , if you want to kill a man -------  you don’t go for the legs , the arms . you go for the heart , the mind.

                                   ------------------ yes mister caito. i understand.

memories , a lifeline for some , a weakness for others . he’s a man of sacrifice , a sword meant to drive through stone , he held onto his memories as such , impenetrable , mere threads .  one memory in particular stuck . i will burn your kingdom down . a child of fire , fury filled and rampant chaos , he’d left that very office a promise loud enough to echo the room . you will pay for everything . and he did . he paid , and his lineage will continue to do so . a blood debt . the caitos would burn , every last memory of them would carry the flames of his own torch and he would smoke upon it without regret .

you don’t show them your weakness . no matter how hard it is , you got that ? show them nothing until it’s time to move.                                           even when i’m hurting ? yeah kid , even when you’re hurting                                            okay , mister caito. you’ve been here for a year now niko . it’s balthazar . 

ice grew through his veins , making him solid , impenetrable . he was nothing more than a weapon , and weapons don’t weep . a solid spear headed straight towards the cobra doorstep forged to shred through mattias like butter . and now ------- he stands in his home . drinks from his bourbon aged fifty years and watches his old life travel to the sky in a large black cloud . the promise of his own pending death , his personal doomsday clock ticked closer and closer to the edge of midnight . soon but not yet . for now , he drinks to the memories of a man long lost , whether by his own hand or logan’s a force of will to his own demise .

a gun pointed between the eyes of a middle aged woman , a look of determination in his eyes , he is a wild lion , set to tear through any and everything that crossed his path                                  you have to know ------ it was him that ordered your family’s death a frozen moment , the weakness beaten out of him with harsh words and stricter training                                   balthazar caito was the one who ordered their deaths the bullet drove clean through flesh and bone . never show weakness. his father taught him that once .

orange and red lights the sky , his city is burning , the damage is done . his war has shaken him to the bone but he stands above the rest to watch the caito home burn , allowing new growth to take it’s place . there is no fault held for the savage leader . no . there at one point had been pity , but he was a venomous snake waiting for the right moment for the lion to trample over what was his and he had . for that ………. jason caito got bit , and the next time niko wouldn’t wait for the home to be cleared , he wouldn’t pause to put a bullet between his eyes as he’s already done so many times . no .

they told me what you did , balthazar ---------------------- you wanted me dead , my sister , my brother . you tore through my parents and i will never forgive you for that .                           don’t say shit like that , nikolas .I MADE YOU

and he did , and like any animal beaten to the ground enough , he bit back .

[prcsopamoved]

HE  WAS  A  MAN  OF  HIS  OWN  PRINCIPLE  ,  living  under  the  mockery  of  a  certain  rule  had  left  him  in  pieces  some  time  ago  --------  but  his  rise  had  been  phoenix  driven  and  an  onslaught  for  years  to  come  .  he  had  to  build  his  own  defenses  ,  create  his  name  and  tarnish  everything  that  was  in  his  path  .  for  now  ,  however  ,  he  had  to  breathe  .  he  borders  the  edge  of  alcoholism  like  a  teasing  cliff  without  a  hook  to  dig  into  the  rock  ,  he’s  gone  three  bourbons  straight  and  another  is  on  the  way  when  there’s  a  sauntering  figure  to  take  the  stool  at  his  side  .  none  are  usually  brazen  enough  to  occupy  his  neighboring  seat  ,  and  for  that  alone  he  smiles  ---  coy  in  it’s  delivery  before  he  turns  to  the  bartender  nods  with  his  head  and  simply  says  to  his  recent  company  and  examines  the  halloween  costume    ❛    i  feel  like  there’s  a  joke  in  here  somewhere  ,  am  i  missing  it  ?      ❜   @ruinaticns ft.iris vitale

[prcsopamoved]

SHE’S  A  CLOCKWORK  SMILE  ,  a  ticking  time  bomb  that  had  gone  off  once  ,  twice  in  her  head  .  he  watches  her  ,  finger  poetically  bloodstained  pressed  against  his  lips  and  he  silences  with  a  playful  pucker  up  as  she  taunts  him  .  to  her  designed  chaos  he  is  a  revenant  poised  with  a  thrashing  beast  inside  him  ,  jowls  bleeding  and  hungry  they  scream  just  like  the  tick  he  imagines  plays  in  her  head  so  he  pauses  like  chains  gripped  to  his  wrists  .  a  sardonic  smile  proposes  something  drastic  in  their  hellish  world  for  his  anger  is  tightly  kept  but  every  thread  has  it’s  due  and  the  cloth  around  a  well  pressed  suit  and  a  perfectly  straightened  tie  will  eventually  tug  just  enough  to  tear  .                    as  if  he  could  let  her  be  his  ruin  --------  he  was  torn  to  pieces  long  before. the  devil  plays  the  harp  of  the  angels  in  her  tone  and  he  concedes  with  silent  delight  ,  pulls  upon  him  the  a  brightly  lit  gaze  that  tells  long  winded  stories  of  what  could  be  ravaged  between  the  two  .  hunger  was  a  funny  thing  and  came  in  many  shapes  and  sizes  and  he’s  driven  by  it  in  its  entirety  and  much  like  how  she  longed  to  be  sated  he  too  craved  the  same  in  return  .  

                         ❛  -------------  so  then  perhaps  we  should  find  you  something  to  eat       he  doesn’t  say  the  words  until  her  finger  releases  him  from  her  touch  and  as  a  tongue  drags  over  them  he  can  taste  the  blood  she’s  dipped  into  ,  bathed  in  the  glory  of  her  own  work  and  that  alone  is  a  fascinating  comeuppance  of  a  story  .  to  destroy  means  to  offer  chance  to  regrow  and  there  was  no  opportunity  to  plant  any  seeds  here  ,  so  entertainment  is  all  they  can  seek  .  destructive  counters  and  he  pushes  forward  with  a  force  well  known  and  a  hand  framing  the  crook  of  her  jaw  .        ❛    why  don’t  we  go  see  how  our  friends  in  the  other  room  are  holding  up  ,  hm  ?        ❜

@murios  ▬ continued !!

[sarpelui-saved]

HE  AWAKES  WITH  A  HEAVY  HEAD  and  laced  downers  stripping  through  his  system  .  to  begin  ,  he  rolls  a  comatose  iris  over  ,  an  expression  of  listless  bliss  wrapped  around  her  features  and  strewn  hair  from  the  evening  before  .  it  reminded  him  of  time  spent  past  ,  but  now  ----  things  were  different  .  a  tie  around  the  muscle  in  her  arm  he  can  only  sigh  before  undoing  ,  if  not  for  the  rise  and  fall  of  her  chest  he’d  worry  she’d  been  dead  at  his  side  .  a  dangerous  craving  for  both  of  them  ,  it’s  what  stitched  them  together  like  an  inseparable  and  damaging  pair  that  they  were  .  he  slips  off  ,  jacket  in  hand  ,  shirt  re  -  buttoned  and  he  makes  his  way  out  of  the  room  ,  head  so  clouded  he  can  barely  hear  anyone  in  the  kitchen  as  he  makes  his  way  for  a  glass  of  water  .  head  perked  up  ,  the  haze  pulls  back  just  enough  to  recognize  max  and  he  offers  a  gruff  nod  ,  a  brief    ❛    sorry  ,    ❜  before  eyeing  her  with  a  slanted  gaze  ❛    where  are  your  glasses  ,  she  needs  water    ❜ @battlebrcd ft.max coates.

[prcsopamoved]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐍  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍  the  confines  of  his  veins  .  his  organization  ,  mafia  risen  born  and  bred  he  is  responsible  for  the  deaths  of  countless  on  the  outskirts  of  his  purview  and  never  rested  .  then  ----  the  stories  of  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑟 came  about  ,  words  of  how  he’d  let  a  new  york  mob  boss  go  free  under  𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛  𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠  only  for  him  to  die  not  long  after  ,  words  of  𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  ,  this  compassion  that  seemed  ill  fitting  for  such  a  beast  and  tyrant  .  𝐧𝐨  .  nikolas  petran  could  relate  ,  but  he  could  not  𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑  even  his  own  motives  at  times  .  they  were  dustings  of  their  very  own  demons  .  

 this  one  was  an  unknowing  martyr  to  his  own  cause  ,  it  seemed  .  made  him  𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒  ,  made  him  a 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭  .

❛      you  will  be      ❜    they  are  surrounded  by  shards  of  glass  ,  blood  and  bullet  casings  ,  a  𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑦  job  on  both  parts  and  as  glass  crunches  beneath  his  feet  he  looks  up  at  frank’s  words  ,  the  tilt  of  his  head  being  more  telling  than  anything  more  that  could  be  said  between  them  .  they  were  both  dangerously  so  few  of  words  ,  so  𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋  of  a  drive  for  vengeance  .  that’s  what  got  them  where  they  were  ,  after  all  ----  wasn’t  it  ?  

even  in  that  very  moment  ,  he  imagined  the  blinded  𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒  that  belonged  to  one  𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊  𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄  ,  notorious  for  his  loud  and  ravenous  ways  ,  𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑  in  the  absolute  desecration  of  all  things  𝑚𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠  like  him  held  dear  .  ❛      you  see  ,  frank  ...    ❜  they  stand  ,  weapons  drawn  ---  one  tight  lipped  smile  meeting  the  typical  grimace  of  his  …  whatever  he  could  call  him  .  ❛      a  man  in  my  position  often  comes  across  certain  things  by  means  of  barter  .  it’s  up  to  me  to  figure  out  if  it’s  something  worth  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠  ,  something  worth  trading  off  𝑜𝑟  𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑡𝑜  𝑠𝑒𝑡  𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒     ❜  

the  smile  turned  into  a  𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟  ,  two  men  both  preferring  to  go  without  words  left  in  a  standoff  where  an  announcement  must  be  made  .  ❛    talk  about  my  surprise  when  a  𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙  was  dropped  at  my  feet  .  now  --  i  don’t  deal  with  trafficking  of  that  kind  ,  you  know  .  it’s  𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇  me  ,  my  organization  ,  𝑏𝑢𝑡  this  girl  was  familiar  .        ❜  she  wasn’t  𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩  𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚  of  course  ,  tucked  neatly  away  …  safe  for  the  time  being  .  ❛      i  believe  you  call  her  ..  𝐀𝐌𝐘  ,  don’t  you  ?      ❜            

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 !! @murios

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊  𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  the  blinds  ,  a  quiet  𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒  forged  by  the  rise  and  fall  of  the  thin  sheet  protecting  them  .  a  hand  rises  ,  tracing  the  lines  of  jasper’s  chest  before  quietly  --  he  wonders    ❛  where  did  you  go  just  now  ?    ❜  though  neither  of  them  had  parted  since  the  evening  prior  ,  thoughts  were  a  world  of  their  own  .  

@ruinaticns ❤'𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ( 𝐢𝐬𝐡 ) 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 !

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒  𝐀  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍  and  he’s  𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑡  on  meeting  it  with  full  force  .  from  the  safety  of  his  jeep  they  wait  ,  his  thumb  twitching  over  the  screen  to  his  phone  as  the  rest  of  the  world  they’d  built  (  after  so  many  years  )  risks  𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 .  ❛    tasmim  .    ❜  he’s  ever  the  commanding  force  ,  each  word  he  speaks  akin  to  a  politician’s  breath  as  he  wishes  to  rule  a  room  .  she  knows  it  ,  she’s  likely  immune  to  it  ,  but  the  drop  in  his  tone  is  serious  in  each  deliverance  .  this  isn’t  something  he  will  budge  on  .  ❛    whatever  happens  ,  take  the  car  …  𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 renier  ,  do  you  understand  ?    ❜

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 !! @giaawritess

[sarpelui-saved]

Niko, do you regret that the entire Caito Mansion wasn't destroyed or was the study enough for now?

❛  it’s a shame the whole mansion didn’t burn to the ground , but it wasn’t just the study considering as of right now it’s not exactly livable . color me satisfied .  ❜

[sarpelui-saved]

❛  ANTON  ---    ❜  HE  GREETS  HIS  BROTHER    with  the  same  welcoming  gesture  that  he  would  his  other  siblings  ,  and  quickly  hung  up  the  phone  call  he’d  been  attempting  to  get  off  of  for  quite  some  time  with  his  visit  as  the  excuse  .  things  had  been  tedious  within  the  estate  .  while  niko’s  return  to  full  capacity  had  been  welcomed  with  bells  and  whistles  ,  the  peace  brokered  did  not  ease  the  discomfort  that  echoed  through  the  walls  .  they  all  knew  it  would  be  temporary  ,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  .  anton’s  presence  ,  however  ,  was  something  of  a  welcoming  factor  to  matters  not  on  the  phone  or  through  courier  so  he  leaned  forward  to  stand  and  cross  the  room  ,  a  more  suitable  sofa  area  set  in  the  corner  of  his  office  for  more  casual  talks  .  ❛    is  everything  all  right  ?  ---  do  you  want  a  drink  ?    ❜  @dadivosos  ❤ ‘d 

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐀  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄  he  stands  on  .  his  promises  left  𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑  to  pieces  ,  his  soul  swept  under  the  rug  once  more  and  𝘩𝑒  𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠  it  will  come  to  bite  him  hard  .  it  will  tear  out  his  jugular  if  only  for  the  sake  of  leaving  him  a  river  of  blood  off  his  balcony  .  it  was  a  dangerous  play  ,  to  offer  condolences  but  the  moment  he  stands  upon  the  consecrated  ground  of  a  cemetery  𝑡𝑜𝑜  𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑  with  the  lives  of  those  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐫  of  a  century  he  nearly  chokes  .  ❛    jasper  ❜  even  his  voice  wears  the  dread  of  someone  too  familiar  with  death  ,  and  the  following  words  are  not  a  lie  ,  though  he  imagines  that  there  will  be  a  time  when  his  𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑  makes  a  choice  to  disbelieve    ❛    i’m  𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦  --  i  know  you  cared  for  her  .    ❜   @ruinaticns left me to my own devices jasper.