#mythsonly

[scribare-archive]

the rain has been pitter pattering upon the roof all day & the buckets were collecting water from the leaks. and one would think she'd had enough of it for one day. but instead of hunkering down and waiting it out inside her bedroom, she walks outside. always loved storms. would sit by the windows when she was just a child, watching the rain. listening for the thunder, watching the lightning and counting. none of that tonight, but there is the rain. walking out into the downpour & head tilted back, just letting it soak her. the temperature wasn't too bad, feel how it soak through her hair and clothes before feeling a familiar pricking at the back of her neck. like she has her own sense, when it came to theo. eyes flutter open and she look over to him. hint of a smile tug at the corner of lips while straighten up & she can only watch as he comes closer. feel the warmth of his hands against her cheeks and in this moment, it feels so very natural. leaning into him, pushing herself up to kiss him. hands go to cradle his neck : pulling herself closer as kiss deepen. just enjoying it for once, throwing caution to the wind.

@mythsonly : 🎲 + a kiss in the rain.

[fraegiles]

@mythsonly : ❛ come on, talk to me, please. i can hear it in your voice that something is wrong. ❜ / amy for javier

tumbler of whiskey is pressed against his forehead, lit cigarette between two fingers as head rest between palms, elbows pressed against knees. it's all fucked, the burning in his stomach, the nausea at the back of his throat, it's all fucked that her voice is so sweet and her hands so soft against him. fucking monster of a human being that he is, all tangled up in so much shit. it's hard to breathe, wants to drown in the coldest sea, to burn in the harshest fire, something about being raised catholic and WISHING FOR HIS SINS TO BE PUNISHED.

jesus died for your sins, son, don't make the cross heavier to bear. it comes in frozen shots, a bullet in a kid's head, a body thrown out of a helicopter, a grave dug in the middle of the night : it's all on him. ❛ there's nothing to talk about. ❜ those images in her head, they don't need to be there.

[roseguided]

@mythsonly ASKED, ❛ 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚. ❜ / 𝒅𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒆 <𝟑

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄. she was used to the bustle of busy households, that was no secret. working within households like these wasn’t unusual nor was the beginning of her life before the arrival of her stepmother—however, how so much attention placed on her, & feeling so badly equipped, made her anxious feelings worse. the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass the bridgerton’s, her husband, her new family. it was hard enough with the whispers of benedict having married someone below his station. as determined as she was . . sophie wouldn’t be able to stand it if she messed up royally ! ; so, she’s removed herself for the moment. politely excused herself for something to drink & a moment of fresh air, that the ballroom had grown suddenly “stuffy” for her. benedict had squeezed her hand gently before letting go, & now sophie finds herself closing her eyes & breathing deeply. the other speaks & she turns in surprise: ❛ oh, daphne ! ❜ exclaims sophie, ❛ you startled me, i apologize. i wasn’t expecting anyone to follow me out. ❜ eyes glance momentarily back inside before settling on daphne. ❛ it is . . i am overwhelmed in truth. having so many eyes on me, kind & unkind, has proven more difficult than i anticipated. ❜

[moiraied-a]

breathing laboured, a little out of breath from the intense sparring session when he slipped up. guards down before kelly’s left hook connected with his jaw. now holding an ice pack against his jaw, a snort escaping the team leader as the officer keeps lecturing him about focus. not his fault she looks like that, too easy to get distracted.

@mythsonly &&. kelly moore : ❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜

     ❝ are you done lecturing me? ❞     slight grimace upon his features as the ice pack is dropped into his lap. rather useless by now, and he feels numb.

[floripire]

love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it’s a gut punch / from nora <3

look at us now (honeycomb).mp3 // @mythsonly (nora)

flori looks up from her book. "yeah? is it like that between you and patch? what's the forgiveness and love and patience and faith to gut punch ratio? 'cause i think i'm currently experiencing the latter and it's not a fun time. jed said that it was just a summer fling. that we wouldn't... be a good fit, otherwise."

[daygeneral]

silently rebelling against helion’s commands. rather than enjoy the company of a lord in the park she sits by herself. head tilts upwards as a shadow suddenly occurs. blinking twice before she realises it is astoria causing a smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. instantly scooting over to make room for her on the small picnic blanket.

@mythsonly  ⸺   𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭 : ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

     ❝ if it is yours i’d much enjoy it yes, ❞     grinning at the younger girl. her or her older brother’s she would very much enjoy, the rest of the ton not so much.     ❝ is this your first season? ❞     older than most of the debutantes, solely here as a courtesy to helion. not sure how much experience astoria has with it all, or if she is just as green as serenay is.

[fyrewalks]

‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’ // @mythsonly

"I'm not," Nat tosses back, gaze focused on the meager crowd assembled at the Hard Deck. She doesn't mind Amelia's chattiness; despite the age difference, Nat reminded of her niece back home in Florida. It's been a while since she's visited, or seen any of her family in person rather than the tiny screen of her phone or laptop, and the reminder makes a tiny built of guilt flare up. She just isn't sure if it's directed at the girl begging for attention beside her or the family she's neglected to keep close with.

"Fine - if you want to learn to hustle pool, you can't complain when - if," she corrects, "it gets you in trouble." Nat's gotten herself into some tricky situations, acting doe-eyed around the pool table to sucker a few somebodies into giving up their cash, but she can also hold her own.

[acipaer-at-scribare]

@mythsonly​   :   you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you .​

there are days when she wish herself back to her youth .   when things were simpler and she had different views on the world .   already then knew it was cruel .   it took her mother ,   the one person that loved her ,   truly .   (   her father did not ,   she has come to realize that .   )   he used her as a pawn .   used her to further himself .   used her to put his blood on the throne   &   it didn’t matter what she wanted .   as long as she played her part and did what was expected of her ,   there was little care from her father .   and for a time he was gone .   gone and away and it had hurt ,   but she had found her own voice .   found a way to stand up for herself ,   for what she wanted .   maybe she was loud and maybe she was filled with anger   :   maybe it was everything her father taught her not to do ,   but he was no longer here .   she was alone and it felt good .   to have an outlet for it .   everything that burned inside .

it’s also why there is a near growl ripping from her throat when she is pulled into a dark hall in the castle   :   positively ready to call out for guards ,   call out for help .   because she is still a woman and carrying weapons were not seen like a proper thing .   but shadows dance over familiar features   &   the scream is lodged in her throat .   makes her hesitate .   not quite sure she should stop herself however ,   because it was a compromising position never the less .   lips press together and chin lift ,   eyes narrowing in on him .   she had been young once .   naive and with foolish dreams of something else than kings landing .     ❝     .  .  .     you did not so much lose me ,   as you left me .   ❞

[memoiers]

startled. when he had first left before sunrise, she had been curled up in his sheets —— still asleep when he had returned from his morning run. now far from asleep, his hand clutching the towel at his waist. preventing it from slipping further due to the surprise of her awoken state. droplets of water trailing over taunt muscle, captured by the damp towel. 

@mythsonly     ⸺     KELLY MOORE : ❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

     ❝ mmm, sure you are, ❞     low chuckle as he shakes his head. trying to shake off the surprise, heart galloping in his ribcage. usually prepared for anything. but kelly kept him on his toes.     ❝ could’ve joined me you know? ❞     a brow raised as teeth grazed his bottom lip. letting her mull over the statement for a little.     ❝ there’s coffee in the kitchen, stopped by that place you love so much. ❞

[scribare-archive]

@mythsonly : do you think we were meant to be together?

a hollow feeling he left behind. there, in her chest. asked her to leave with him and she isn't sure he knew, that he took her heart with him that day. and she isn't sure she could take it back now. not sure her heart would recognize who she had become. not sure he recognize who she had become. because she did change. change more and more, until she became a whole other woman. one that could survive in the red keep. did she think they were meant to be together ? once upon a time. yes, she did. truly believed it would be the two of them. given her a moment & she would have gone with him. she would have stood by his side, even as he left this place. but she never got the choice, not truly. her father made sure of that. made sure he could use her, just as he wanted. swallow softly as she looks over to him, and she think, it's a little harder to breath. a little harder, because there is a lump forming in her throat.     ❝   i guess we will never know.   ❞

[fraegiles]

@mythsonly : ❛ oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you. ❜ / eden to din

her face seems familiar, something that strikes him, a halt in his heartbeat, a second frozen time, enough for him to look like a rude idiot, standing there in the middle of the aisle of a supermarket in nowhere, usa. a blink, gabriel's chubby fingers hitting his chest, once, twice, and he is back. ❛ yes, i'm sorry, yes, are you ok -- i'm sorry, ❜ bumbling, stuttering and tripping all over his words like a toddler, din cannot get over the fact that he knows her features but he remains unable to pinpoint a date or place, just a flash of those eyes like a stab in his brain.

but his body remembers better than his memory apparently, can feel a tenseness in his guts, as if a danger was lurking. but he knows better than to ask, ❛ i'm new with the kid, get easily distracted. ❜ the truth comes out easy to disguise his misstep.

[murkyhazed]

@mythsonly​ has liked for maggie w/ gaia.

               ❝   consider   it   like   COMMUNITY   OUTREACH.      we   could   all   use   people   in   our   corner,   you   know?      alexandria   is   always   lookin’   to   expand   it’s   reach   and   offer   what   we   have.   ❞      as   deanna’s   right   hand,   she   never   usually   went   on   these   trips   to   find   other   people.      but   daryl   was   out   of   commission   right   now,   much   to   his   ANNOYANCE.      maggie   offered   to   go   with   aaron,   and   they   came   across   gaia’s   community,   which   was   BEAUTIFUL   she   had   to   say.      ❝   what   do   you   think?      would   you   be   open   to   tradin’   and   helpin’   each   other   out?   ❞

[moiraied-a]

crease between his brows, doesn’t know how to tell him. nor does he know how to tell anyone, even if jack has more or less figured it out by himself. not exactly subtle with how his eyes tend to linger at 66-david. knew from the very first day kelly had stepped foot into hq that she was the one for him. question was if he was the one for her. 

@mythsonly &&. gabriel kline : ❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜

     ❝ nothing you should trouble your pretty little head with gabe, i’m fine. ❞     far from it, but even is gabe is blood it’s still a risk he cannot take in regard to kelly’s future career. one of the few women who made it through the narrow keyhole, not wanting to take that away if word got out. 

[toapaixonar]

@mythsonly continued from a post you deleted but alas have this.

cerulean  hues  studied  his  every  move  attentively,  seeking  a  hint  that  the  news  of  her  marriage  were  upsetting.  it  was  all  disgraceful,  truly,  for  francesca  to  be  praying  for  a  man  who  had  chosen  to  leave  her  to  be  jealous  of  her.  but  isaac  was  not  just  a  man,  he  was  the  man  she  loved.  even  after  all  this  time,  it  was  his  smile  that  infiltrated  her  dreams,  his  touch  she  sought  in  her  wildest  fantasies  &  his  lips  she  desperately  wanted  to  feel  against  hers  again.  his  lips.  the  countess  swallowed  dryly,  begging  her  gaze  not  to  drift  south  and  give  away  her  thoughts  —  but  of  course  she  was  no  longer  in  control  of  herself.  truth  be  said,  francesca  was  never  in  control  whenever  isaac  was  around.  he  awoke  something  in  her  which  she  could  not  quite  comprehend  or  control.  even  now,  the  feeling  was  back.  especially  as  he  took  a  step  closer  to  her,  breath  hitching  in  her  throat.  how  dared  he?

his  words  felt  much  like  swords  being  thrown  at  her  heart.  francesca  had  suspected  he  had  never  been  serious  about  her  the  moment  he  left,  but  she  could  still  remember  their  goodbye…  he  seemed  remorseful,  as  though  he  was  torn.  it  had  not  done  anything  to  diminish  her  anger  or  her  sorrow,  but  it  had  been  there.  except  it  seemed  as  though  even  that  was  just  a  part  of  her  imagination.  oh  what  a  foolish  girl.

her  gaze  held  his,  blinking  faster  in  order  to  push  back  hot  tears  that  stubbornly  tried  to  blur  her  vision.  ❝ i  just  hope  one  day  you  don’t  wake  one  night  and  find  yourself  alone  in  a  cold  bed  and  realize  your  travels  cannot  give  you  a  family,  grow  old  with  you  or  nurse  you  back  to  health. ❞  francesca  had  wed,  she  knew  things  now  —  things  she  had  not  known  before.  while  she  had  no  doubt  isaac’s  bed  had  not  been  empty,  she  knew  he  was  still  alone.  evening  lady  companionships  were  not  the  same  as  a  wife,  john  had  taught  her  that.  ❝ do  extend  your  sister  my  best  wishes.  i  would  do  so  myself,  but  i  shall  refrain  from  being  in  your  presence.  after  all,  you  do  anger  me  and  i  clearly  anger  you  —  the  last  thing  i  want  is  to  make  you  waste  your  time  and  energy  once  again  by  keeping  me  company  and  pretending  to  enjoy  it. ❞

[floripire]

‘ i’m gonna be okay . promise . ’ / from nora <3

looking for alaska // @mythsonly (nora)

"you're nora freaking grey. if anyone can do this, it's you. but just to ease my mind---" flori vamp speeds off, grabs a marker a piece of paper and vamp speeds back. "---here's my number." she writes it down and tucks it into nora's hand. "figured it'd be better to have it on there instead of written onto your wrist. call me when you get there, and if you need my help. or if you just, you know, want to talk or something."

[daygeneral]

her heart swells twice its size in her ribcage, lashes capturing the tears that well in her eyes. stolen glances, pinkies that brush every time she passes him in the halls. maybe in another life, one where he didn’t carry the burden of a title or she had one to offer. a diamond more fitting for someone of his status. something she was far from. 

@mythsonly   ⸺   𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 : ❛ you have me. you'll always have me. ❜

     ❝ isaac, ❞     his name a plea on her tongue, dark eyes fluttering close for a few seconds before her gaze meets his. gently grasping his face between her calloused palms, thumb tracing over his cheekbone.     ❝ you’re not mine to have, ❞      but oh how she wishes he was. too good for her, at best she was damaged goods.