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Linda Gregg, from a poem titled "Alma In All Seasons," featured in Too Bright to See: Poems
#lit#linda gregg#poetry#writings#words#too bright to see: poems#alma in all seasons#typography#tw: depression#p
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Hey! Do you write for Miss Peregrine and her Peculiar Children??
I love your writing so much💜🙏
Hey hey hey @xx-state-of-mind-xx !! I absolutely will write for Miss Peregrine! Here’s a little blurb for you 😉 Shout out to @devout-cleric who inspired me for this fic 💞 Also, I included a song for you(:
Morning Surprises ~Miss Alma Peregrine xFem Reader
Morning sex with Miss P would include…
Mommy…Master List
Requests & Prompt-List
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, marking, nipple play, fingering, etc.
Enjoy (;
Your eyes fluttered open, your body still in a fuzzy, sleep state, all warm and cozy in the spread of you and your lovers bed. Your breath hitched slightly as you felt her skilled hands roaming down the front of your body. From your breasts, to your navel, down to your heated core.
“Alma…” you sleepily mewled.
“That’s it, just me, Darling…” she husked und your ear, her bare body on your back.
She then suddenly pinched your nipple, causing you to roll your hips forward and yelp put in pleasurable pain.
“More please more…” you hazily whimpered.
Her soft lips began peppering kisses along your neck and down to your shoulders.
“Wanna spread out those pretty holes of yours…” She husked in your ear.
You shivered in delight.
“Yes…” you breathlessly mewled, “Alma please… fingerfuck me…”
She chuckled. She could never deny you when her name rolled off your lips. Her fingers slipped into your aching cunt with ease. She then began pumping and curling her skilled fingers. Her lips were all over any available skin, as she continued to fuck you. It was driving you fucking feral…
“Dear me, your already close, aren’t you…?” She purred.
You bit your lip and nodded vigorously.
“Come for me, Dear…”
You buried your face into her as your walls clenched around her fingers and leud moans escaped your lips.
“Well Good Morning to you, my love…” Alma chuckled, pulling her fingers out of you and licking them clean.
“M’mmm Morning…” you mumbled, still receiving a face full of her tits as you nuzzled even further into the woman’s form.
#miss peregrine imagine#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#miss peregrine x reader#miss peregrine movie#miss peregrine#miss peregrine smut#miss alma peregrine#miss p#alma peregrine#alma peregrine x reader#alma peregrine smut#eva green#eva green character#miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children
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Young Alma Peregrine cosplay 💙🤭
#alma peregrine#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#miss peregrine#miss p#missperegrine#miss peregrine book#mphfpc cosplay#cosplay
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so I started playing the new Frontiers of Pandora game last night, and was pleasantly surprised that not only did the opening cutscene feature a few lines of spoken Na'vi dialogue, but said dialogue was actually pretty accurate!! Good job game!!
Here’s the lines transcribed as far as I can tell:
Aha'ri: Plltxe po nìtsleng! He speaks falsely/he lies! Player: Ma tsmuke, ftang! Sister, stop!
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Aha'ri: Ma Nor? Ma Nor, tìtxen si. Awnga ngahu, tam. Nor? Nor, wake up. We [are] with you, it’s ok. Nor: Tsat oel uniltsola nìmun…tsatxon a fol awngat kämolunge. I dreamed about it again…that night they took us.
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Aha'ri: Awnga kä ne kelku! We go home! Player: Za'u, ma Teylan. Oeng kivä ne kelku. Come, Teylan. We [may] go home.
#lì'fya lena'vi#frontiers of pandora#there was one spot where I initially thought might be a mistake#aha'ri says the “we’re going home” line a couple of times#and one of the times she says it in English to Mercer and then repeats it in Na'vi#at first I thought she was still talking to Mercer in which case it should’ve been “ayoe” instead of “awnga”#cuz “awnga” would imply that Mercer is “going home” with them which….yeah no lol ^^;#but upon further reflection I think the intention was that she’s addressing Mercer in English#and then switches to addressing her friends in Na'vi#in which case “awnga” would indeed be correct#they did also get the awnga vs oeng distinction right so good job!!#(awnga being “we” as in a group of 4+ people vs oeng being “we” as in only the speaker and listener (in this case the player and Teylan))#on a side note Alma sounds like she’s coughing every time she says Aha'ri’s name :P#welp at least she’s making an effort
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Evil Peregrine
This week I saw some fanarts of Miss P covered in blood, the thought "what if she was evil" came to mind and so I made my own version of it.
I think the cruelest possible version of her would be one that accepted Caul's proposal and joined him in the 1908 experiment. You can already imagine the rest of the story.
What moves this woman? Greed. Like her brothers, her thirst for power was what motivated her to join the Claywings.
#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#peculiar#ransom riggs#alma peregrine#caul bentham#art#fanart drawing#mphfpc art#mphfpc au#miss alma peregrine#alma lefay peregrine#miss peregrine#miss p
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Spoilers for the end of The Desolations of Devil's Acre ahead!!
I just think its so sweet of Miss Peregrine to remake the loop a day earlier so the kids can have peace without bombs falling from the sky every single night
And also, the trees in the form of Miss Avocet welcoming the kids with open arms is extremely kind
She didn't have to do it, she could very well kept the loop being on September 3rd, 1943
But she moved it so they could finaly be at peace after all the war and stuff against the Wights and the stress of being on the run and I just can't get over how much she loves the kids
#idk i just love Miss P#she is the best and i won't take any criticism#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#🥨🪶#alma lefay peregrine#the end means so much to me because she finaly trusts them enough to let them come and go as they please#they proved themselves and saved the world#shes a proud mama bird
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while i know the dash has been talking abt the guest characters already personally i love to think abt every riptide guest all somehow getting together and joining the same crew(?). like they're all hanging out together in the background. maybe not as a pirate crew but they're there.
upon leaving seamart clorten immediately got lost again and just kinda floated island to island. at some point he ran into la alma while grocery shopping and after discovering they both knew the riptide crew they decided to stick together for a bit (clorten hoped having la alma guide/sail would make them less lost. it does not. his helplessness knows no bounds)
eventually the two sail up upon dooke and meet duke dukem who invites them to live w him (bc like dooke is chill but all the living plants and shit are kind of annoying and he doesnt like them and hes going a BIT mad here alone). they just like shrug and accept it.
after like a month together tastrius washes up on their shore, like full family guy death pose covered in seaweed (dooke picked him up and put him there). duke is like "hey dude welcome to my island. whats up." and tastrius gives this big long and elegant story abt how hes cursed to live forever and he's been drifting in the sea currents but at least he could finally set his crew to rest and after theres this heavy pause and duke is like. "cool wanna join my town theres 3 of us" and tastruis just goes "....yes".
so now they're all just living on dooke and its a semi-functional group situation they're like a sitcom
#la alma is the only reason they have Not Starved#(clorten before was living solely off fantasy cups of ramen)#(duke just had a massive horde of pretzels stashed up. he was running out and was like. 'well thats going to be a problem' then ignored it)#la alma and tastrius get along best#duke and clorten also get along p well (in the sense clorten awkwardly plays along best to dukes demands)#duke and la alma butt heads a bit#and like you'd think duke and tastrius is off but duke just puts off tastrius So Much it cancels out the tension. he keeps him off balance.#anyway. yes this has been living rent free in my head for like the past week and a half theres a lot of thoughts on em#jrwi#riptide#og post#clorten#la alma#tastrius#duke d dukem
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WE’RE GETTING ANOTHER NEW SOAP SKIN 🗣️
#us: las almas skin or kilt skin for soap plz activision: how about red zebra print#me: ILL TAKE IT#john soap mactavish#Warzone mobile is p nifty so far
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Miss p: okay you two! No more slagging! *steps in between Millard and Enoch*
Enoch: *peeks behind miss p and flips Millard off*
Millard: mom! Enoch said a bad word!
Enoch: I didn’t say anything!
#mphfpc#enoch o'connor#millard nullings#incorrect mphfpc quotes#source: me and my mom and my brother#alma lefay peregrine#love it when my mom says old timey words#very miss p core
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Eres el objeto de mis deseos más sucios y el sujeto de mis tristezas más grandes...
Emevedea
#amor#venezuela#caracas#pensamientos#personas#mi vida#cosas que pasan#adolescentes#paraiso#alma#cosas que pienso#querer#poesia#luna#like#amor libre#rencor#relacion amorosa#un grito desesperado#cartas#people#libertad#experiencia#errores#equilibrio#escritos#filosofía de vida#acción#locura#p
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the big bads or something
#fnafhs au#πa art#our au#“WHAT” yeah#what fnafhs did you guys watch#her names are victoria and alma. haha#me when i win and me when im a soul fr#uhm uh uh uh uhm no yeah thats it#bid bad for the “real” world big bad for the shadow world.....sssssssssssssorry fred#body horror#<- im not really sure of that im not like good at horror in general but like. just in caseee :P
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Finally, Always, & Forever ~Dark!Miss Peregrine xFem Immortal!Reader
@athenodora-sulpicia-writer Request- Miss Peregrine; If you do can you write a one shot with the numbers, 2, 60 and 62 from your Mummy Masterlist all for a female reader/character? And if you write it about Miss Peregrine can you make it dark Miss P?
Hey @athenodora-sulpicia-writer !! Thanks for the request and your patience 😊 I had fun researching Miss P and now I’m happy to say that I can write for her! I got some inspiration from @valentineisrotting on this one 🙃 And I also found a Stela Cole song to go along with it! To me, Love Like Mine appeals to the dark and sacrificial nature of Miss P’s love in this plus the “I’m so good that I’ll make you wanna stay up” line😫 (and much more but that’s the main point). Hope you Enjoy 💋
Mommy… Master List
Requests & Prompt-List
#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”
#60. “You broke the rules…”
#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, little fluff, forbidden love (sort of but not really), kissing, eating out, fingering, punishment, overstimulation, gagging, mistress kink, praise kink, implied degrading kink, implied age gap (all legal), etc.
Enjoy (;
She’d told you to never visit. Not that she didn’t want you to… Hell, she longed for you to. No, because she was afraid they’d catch you.
See, you had what the scientists longed for… True Immortality. That was your peculiarity. You weren’t a simple child anymore, and if had gotten harder and harder to conceal with time. So out of preservation of both your lives, Alma had forbid you from coming to see her in her loops. It was letters only.
But once you’d heard of her loop nearly being damn near destroyed… You couldn’t help the urge to run into the arms of your lover to see if all was well.
You had heard from a friend that Miss Peregrine and her peculiar children had found a new home near New Zealand. So you travelled there and lo and behold, you found the rumored loop and house corresponding with it. You entered and walked through the front gate.
And next to the front door, talking to one of her children, stood the one and only, Alma Peregrine. You suddenly felt all childish again. You’d broken her only rule. But you didn’t care enough about that right now.
As you stood there from afar, mouth agape at your lover, Alma sensed something in the air had changed. You had started to walk up the front path to the house, when her gaze caught yours. A myriad of emotions washed over face.
Anger. Sadness. Pure joy. A little lust…?
As you walked up the house steps, Alma sent her child inside.
Before she could say anything, you began, “I know you told me… not to come… but…” you found yourself a stuttering mess, “but then I heard about you almost getting killed…?! And I just thought that I needed to know you were alright…”
Your gaze met hers as you hit your lips and blushed, unsure what she would do. Suddenly, it was like something broke inside the raven haired goddesses eyes. You gasped lightly as you were suddenly in her tight embrace.
“I was so worried for you…” she whispered.
Your eagerly returned her hug. Her lips peppering kisses all over your face and neck.
“Me? I was worried for you… Are you safe now…?” You whispered.
She nodded and pulled away slightly, growing more distant all of a sudden. Her gaze becoming darker.
“Love…?”
“Even though we’re safe now… You still broke the rules, my dear…”
Your breath hitched slightly. Light blush crept up your cheeks as you apprehensively nodded in recognition of your disobedience.
“I might do something I’ll regret…” She warily warned you.
Afterall, she hadn’t seen you in ages. And now she was getting a chance to lay hands on you once more. At her full Control. She wanted to check in with you first.
“I don’t care.” You whispered, “Use me. Fuck me. Edge me. I’m yours.”
At that, she smirked and nodded, her hand crept up your shoulder, as she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.
“Second floor, last door on the right…” she husked, “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts…”
Your breath hitched yet again.
“Yes mistress…” you whimpered, scurrying into the house and up the stairs.
You didn’t even register to explain your presence to her children, whom you passed along the way. Luckily, Alma had you covered on that front. As you stripped and dug around her closet for her signature black lace ties, Alma explained to her children a bit about you and your presence here.
When she came into her room, you were struggling in tying your second wrist to the bedposts. You’d already ties both your feet and your left wrist. The raven haired beauty chuckled lightly, and shutting the door, she came over to you.
“Let me help you, dear…” she purred, easily tying your wrist to the bedpost.
You and she both knew this was the nicest she was going to get tonight. After that, her tone and gaze went straight dark. The kind of darkness that made your thighs clench and your breath shallow… She then moved to the edge of the bed, taking in your entire form.
“You broke the rules…” she repeated, this time with an sharp edge to her tone.
You gulped.
“I did, mistress.” You whimpered, squirming under your restraints.
She hummed in satisfaction of your recognition.
“I haven’t touched you in ages…” she wickedly purred, licking her lips.
Even after all this time, it wasn’t hard to remember that she liked verbal answers…
“No, you haven’t, mistress…” you breathily whimpered.
“Safe words?”
“Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop, and three taps for stop if I can’t speak.”
The raven haired woman hummed in recognition and then began stripping in front of you without another word. You whimpered lightly at the sight of her body, adorning a jaw-dropping sleek, black lingerie set. Your little sounds did not go unnoticed by the other woman. She then climbed on the bed, crawling on top of you.
“You’ll have to be quiet. I won’t have the children hearing your leud sounds.” She warned, “I will gag you if you can’t keep those pretty lips closed.”
You nodded vigorously, pursing your lips together tightly.
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You knew she would punish you for breaking her rules, but fuck…
Why did she have to be so fucking skilled at it…?!
Her tongue dipped into your precious cunt tasting the juices of yet another orgasm which she had pulled out of you. You were a shaking, stuttering mess, who was desperately trying to stay quiet. But your head fell back in pure bliss as her tongue slotted itself inside your core once more.
“Fuck yessssss…” you hissed, tugging on your restraints.
At this, Alma cocked her head up and removed her tongue fully from your heated center. You hit back the whimper which was bound to try and escape you. The raven haired goddess then got up without another word and grabbed your knickers, shoving them in your mouth and effectively gagging you.
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The stamina of this woman, you couldn’t…
She’d been bringing you over the edge for hours, punishing you with the double edged sword of overstimulation. One particular lick to your sensitive and puffy clit, sent you spiraling and spasming. Your back arched and you screamed into your knickers in response.
“Yes, sweet girl, I know your mistresses tongue feels so good. But why are you crying, sweet thing…?” She taunted.
She wasn’t wrong… Your mascara was running down your face. All from the pure utter, overstimulating bliss the woman as bringing you.
“You asked for this when you decided to break the rules…” she wickedly purred, attaching her hot mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.
A desperate cry of painful pleasure left your throat.
“Is this too much for you…?” She taunted, attaching her mouth back quickly on your clit.
You nodded vigorously, pulling tightly against your ties, your body spasming at her touch. But she firmly held your thighs for her easy access.
“That’s odd… look at how your dripping on my tongue…” She chuckled wickedly.
You let out a particularly desperate whine, which was easily muffled by your make shift gag.
“But that’s ok, sweet thing…” She lustfully purred, “If you keep crying like that your mistress will let you cum in her mouth however many times you’d like…”
New tears of pleasure streamed down your face as she brought you to yet another climax, leaving your throat sore and your legs trembling.
“My pretty crybaby…” she cooed while cleaning you up only to go down on your dripping cunt once more.
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Aftercare was a staple for Alma. So when she was done with you, she gently scooped your fragile form up and carried you to her bathtub. She ran the water and then promptly joined you, making sure to live on you and clean you up proper. Then, the two of you snuggled in the water for a while. You nuzzled into her form lovingly.
“Missed you so much…” you murmered into the crook of her neck.
“I missed you too…” Alma whispered, kissing your nose affectionately, “You don’t ever have to leave again, my Dear…”
“I’m yours. Always and Forever…” you murmured, drifting off into a light slumber in Alma’s arms.
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#miss peregrine#dark!miss peregrine#dark!miss p#alma peregrine#miss alma peregrine#alma peregrine smut#miss peregrine movie#miss peregrine smut#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#miss peregrine x reader#miss peregrine imagine#alma peregrine x reader#miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children#miss peregrines home for peculiar children fanfic#eva green#eva green character#eva green x reader#miss p#dark miss peregrine#mistress kink#dark smut#Spotify
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Run rabbit run🕰️🪶
#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#alma peregrine#miss peregrine#miss p#missperegrine#miss peregrine book#miss alma peregrine#alma lefay peregrine#alma lefay peregrine cosplay#miss peregrine cosplay#mphfpc cosplay#cosplay#miss peregrines home for peculiar children cosplay
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Lawrence Alma Tadema, J. P. Mayall, 1884
#j p mayall#lawrence alma tadema#photography#vintage photography#vintage#black and white photography#photogravure#british#19th century#1880s#1884
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How I see Miss P
So, I never managed to see Miss P in Eva Green, the look and behavior are very different from the book and that always made me unable to see Miss P there. It seems to be someone else, a completely different person from Miss P in the books I love so much. So I had never found an actress who reminded me of Miss P, until one day I turned on the TV and saw this woman here:
She's the actress from one of the soap operas that my mother watched, and she's so identical to Miss P from the books that she impressed me. She always wore black, was extremely elegant and cultured, and extremely hyper protective of her son. God, she looks more like Miss Peregrine than herself. Anyway, whenever I have to imagine Miss Peregrine as a real person, this woman comes to mind.
For those curious: the actress' name is Gabriela Duarte. The character is called "Julieta" and the soap opera she was part of was called "orgulho e paixão". If anyone wants to see more photos of this diva.
#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#mphfpc#peculiar#ransom riggs#miss p#miss peregrine#alma lefay peregrine#alma peregrine
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𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄: 𝔗𝔬 𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣.
— task #02
— tw: menção: morte, assassinato, ansiedade.
deveria escolher a missão mais recente ou a que lhe marcou para o resto da vida?
a dúvida realmente se fez presente quando se sentou em seu próprio quarto no canto mais escuro com as costas apoiada contra a parede. estava dolorido e não queria sair do chalé então preparou tudo ali no chão para cumprir a tarefa que quíron indicou para todos. a vela foi acesa e parecia sugar um pouco da escuridão do local ajudando assim que pudesse escrever no papel os primeiros sentimentos que viessem em sua mente. para sua surpresa, não era a missão recente que vinha pra si, mas sim a de seis meses atrás.
novembro de 2023. dor. raiva. vingança. confusão. ansiedade. não havia nada de bom envolvendo essa em específico, apenas sentimentos ruins. ao terminar de escrever, pegou a folha de louro e queimou na vela. o cheiro foi subindo em suas narinas e então já não estava mais no chalé de hades, estava no local que mais assombrava suas lembranças.
via a si mesmo parado na borda da pequena vila onde o bosque conhecido começava com árvores altas se estendendo atrás de si, tinha os olhos fixos na linha distante onde o horizonte mirando uma casa em específico. o vento gelado batia em seu rosto, mas sasha mal sentia o frio. dentro dele, uma tempestade parecia ter se instalado como um turbilhão de sentimentos conflitantes que ameaçava consumi-lo.
o desejo de vingança era um fogo queimava em seu interior, que lhe manteve acordado durante a noite naqueles dias de missão com love e Pietra, queimando tudo em seu caminho. desde o dia em que sua mãe foi brutalmente assassinada, quando ele, apenas uma criança, escapou por pouco mas ainda saiu carregando marcas que o faria lembrar para sempre daquele episódio, esse sentimento se alojou em seu coração, um parasita que se alimentava de sua dor e raiva oculta. queria justiça, mas mais do que isso, queria que aqueles responsáveis pelo sofrimento de sua mãe e pelo seu, sentissem a mesma dor que ele sentiu. cada lágrima, cada grito silencioso nas noites solitárias alimentava seu desejo de vingança.
no entanto, havia uma sombra de dúvida que o seguia. o rosto de sua mãe aparecia em seus sonhos olhando para ele com uma mistura de tristeza e desaprovação, nada novo já que mesmo viva, a mulher ainda lhe tratava como um fardo. ela sempre ensinou, porém, que a violência nunca era a resposta, que a vingança só perpetuava um ciclo de ódio. mas Sasha se sentia consumido por essa necessidade de fazer justiça com suas próprias mãos, de garantir que aqueles que a mataram pagassem com sangue. de onde vinha essa sede? não tinha ideia.
sua figura real apertou o punho, sentindo os nós dos dedos ficarem brancos. sabia o conflito interno que aquele mais adiante, sua outra versão, estava enfrentando e era quase insuportável. parte dele queria virar as costas, tentar encontrar paz e seguir em frente apenas aceitando o que fez. mas a outra parte, a parte maior e mais poderosa, não conseguia ignorar o desejo da vingança mesmo já sabendo como aquilo acabaria. era como se cada batida do coração ecoasse o nome de sua mãe, exigindo uma retaliação.
sasha sabia que uma vez que fosse por esse caminho, não haveria volta. a vingança o consumiria por completo, o transformaria em algo que ele talvez não reconhecesse ao olhar no espelho... mas ele estava disposto a pagar esse preço de novo. cada passo que sua figura da visão dava em direção à cidade era um passo mais perto de sua própria destruição, mas também de seu objetivo final. a dor, a raiva, a perda�� tudo isso se transformava em um único propósito: fazer com que os assassinos de sua mãe sentissem o mesmo desespero que ele sentiu. sasha seguiu a si mesmo sem impedir os passos.
enquanto avançava, o semblante de seu eu da visão era uma máscara de determinação. o fogo da vingança queimava mais forte, suprimindo qualquer vestígio de dúvida ou arrependimento. estava decidido a seguir até o fim, não importava o custo. a escuridão da noite envolvia seu corpo, mas dentro de sua mente, o caminho estava claro. e aquele caminho só levaria a um destino: vingança.
ao se aproximar mais da casa, mesmo de longe, de outro ângulo, pôde ver algo que lhe fez parar. e fez também com que gritasse para que seu outro eu parasse. a figura estancou no meio do caminho como se esperasse uma instrução, mas o cenário ao seu redor continuava a se mexer e… uma criança entrava na casa. uma criança que parecia ter no máximo cinco anos, talvez seis. os olhos claros do semideus se arregalados. não. isso não podia estar certo. aquela criança não… não podia ter estado no incêndio. o quão real era a recriação do cenário? se fosse o momento certo, a essa altura já tinha colocado fogo na cabana. as pessoas estariam pressas dentro do ambiente por ele ter fechado todas as saídas possíveis, ter criado a armadilha perfeita. mas aquela criança? ela entrou antes? ela havia se ferido como os outros? uma criança inocente no meio dos adultos culpados?
não faça isso, não faça isso. por favor, não faça isso.
o clamor foi feito, a nova escolha foi atendida. viu seu outro eu começar a recuar, a dar alguns passos para trás e… a criança estava de volta, ela saía rindo de dentro da cabana sendo perseguida por um rosto familiar. um dos homens que sua mãe mais dizia para que ele ficasse longe, que sequer olhasse na direção. o homem estava mais velho, tinha algumas linhas de expressão… e sorria para a criança. papai! ouviu a menina gritar entre risos ao ser erguida.
papai. havia uma criança naquele dia.
o horror em sua face se aprofundou ao perceber que não cegueira pela vingança não notou detalhes óbvios. o quintal tinha alguns brinquedos, a presença infantil agora era óbvia. e pelo o que se lembrava do que realmente aconteceu, nada naquele quintal ficou de pé. tudo foi lambido pelo fogo assim como sua cabana antiga, local onde pietra e love lhe encontraram horas depois em estado de choque com a benção de nemêsis impedindo-as de se aproximar de si.
tirado da visão abruptamente, encarava em sua mão a conta de argila ganhar um novo desenho. o símbolo de nêmesis aparecia: uma balança com dois pesos. o lado esquerdo parecendo mais pesado que o direito. o choque de entender que suas ações de vingança tiveram um peso ainda maior do que pensava era nauseante, tirar a vida dos assassinos de sua mãe era uma coisa, mas envolver uma criança inocente no meio disso? era um preço que sasha não queria pagar mas que agora já era tarde.
não havia como desfazer seu erro.
@silencehq
semideuses citados: @lottokinn e @pips-plants
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