ofcursedcamps
what the hell are you doing ?
halfsgod
halfsgod
/ loving my new drop layout yeeewo.
dynamis
what? why are you looking at me like that?
dynamis
you look so tired... come here, wolfe.
ophthalmology
⠀ ᅠ⋆ the bitter irony was not lost on her. they were two broken humans, or at least that was what her pain molded her into believing. nameless knew she carried scars and wounds beyond the capability of healing. but God did exist, and he had shown his face in a way she had never expected.
the cold, heavy sound of his voice hardly made her flinch ( .. ) she had learned long ago not to react to sudden noise but the pain in it. oh, the taste of sullen, carved grief lingered like sorrow on a meadow hill. two broken people, she thought. her left forefinger dragged against his back again, writing harder this time, each letter etched with urgency. her fingertip pressed into the rain‑soaked wool, and though she made no sound, her voice thundered in the way his head tilted, the way his shoulders stiffened. ⋆
⠀ ᅠ“wulf. should be your name. you look like the white wolf, hungry, yet broken, hungry yet hurt.”
⠀ ⋆ nameless spoke with her mind. but the way he spoke her name did three things at once. fear. rejection. then a shiver that crawled down her spine. she remembered the day he returned after nearly a month, relishing her answers to the prolonged silence, answers she had sought in desperation. but never had she imagined herself with a new identity. the cold rain made her skin prickle uncomfortably. she hated water. it felt too soft against her skin, too human. she preferred “nameless,” which meant “without name,” a bitter truth that matched her hollowed sense of self. couldn’t he call her nameless like everyone else? ⋆
ophthalmology
⠀⠀ ᅠ⋆ a shudder ran through her at the coldness in his voice. nameless’s lips pressed together, the sting of rejection settling sharp against her skin. her eyes dropped to his hand wrapped around hers, and for a moment she wondered how someone could be both cruel and kind in the same breath. if she showed him softness now, would he think she pitied him? she couldn’t tell.
her gaze lifted back to his, but holding it became harder the longer she tried. his right eye was a bright jade, deep and endless like the ocean’s darkest drop. his left was storm‑grey, shadowed by the scar beneath it, as if he carried the weight of a world that could drown you if you weren’t careful. and still, there was something in him that pulled her closer, something dark and magnetic she couldn’t look away from.
⠀ ᅠdespite the ache in her legs, she straightened her spine and stepped toward him. she couldn’t leave. not like this. so she shook her head, a pale, stubborn refusal crossing her face. ⋆
halfsgod
⠀ ⠀﹟ THE REAPER’S JAW GRITTED AT THE INCREDULOUS THUD OF AN INCISIVE BEAT. RAINWATER WASN’T AS GLORIOUS AS IT SEEMED, MERELY TINKLING DROPLETS THAT SOAKED HIM TO THE BONE, and the lush scenery, turned by the weight of the darkening clouds, became entirely too depressive. he couldn’t ignore the incisive press of her fingers curling hard into his back, and each dent left a cold trail of water, slipping past the waistband of his suit pants. it was a mercy he didn’t turn immediately to glare into those glacial, earth brown orbs. he wanted to be around no one, nor in the dire company of cecilia.
⠀⠀ rurik turned slowly, forcing himself to breathe out, though the air caught faintly in his throat. the umbrella barely contained his large form, rain striking against its surface in uneven percussion, and he lowered his gaze to her feet instead of her face. for a fleeting second, his hand almost moved to remove hers from his back, yet he let it remain.⠀ she stood on her tiptoes, yet twas barely enough to close the gap between them in height. he took her umbrella, letting his fingers curl tightly around hers, and hardened his gaze, though something in it flickered before settling cold.⠀⠀
⠀⠀ “tell cecilia to take you back. i am in no mood to babysit nor play house. leave, and don’t look back.”
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ @ophthalmology.
ophthalmology
⠀ ⋆ yet, part of her had seen he was not like everyone else. her arm began to tire, muscles trembling from the strain. her throat ached, stitches pulling from the base of her neck to the suprasternal notch. cold air stung the healing skin. she wanted to speak, to use her vocal cords, but the ache of being mute made her feel miserable, small, trapped in silence.
she poked his back. once, then twice. a signal. hunger. need. the simplest language she had. her thumb traced another letter, forming word after word against his jacket. ⋆
⠀ “nameless, only. my legs are tired, wulf, i am hungry. can we go. mrs. hawks is waiting in the car. please.”
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-L0st_SaN1ty-
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-L0st_SaN1ty-
Your job sounds like the literal definition of 24/7, like it's just always there, so annoying ong
ophthalmology
⠀ ᅠ⋆ explosion,
⠀ ᅠshe stood just behind him, one hand twisted into the back of his suit jacket, knuckles blanching with strain. nameless watched from the deck as the sea heaved violently, swallowing the shattered wreck of the other ship whole, splintered wood and smoke vanishing beneath churning black water. nothing remained but drifting debris and the hiss of steam.
⠀ she tugged at him, urgency sharpening her breath, urging him below deck so she could see to his injuries. the scent of sweat and thick blood clung to him, heavy and unmistakable. when he refused to move, rigid as stone, she tightened her grip and pulled harder, guiding him across the slick boards of the open deck toward somewhere shielded from the chaos. ᅠmarine soldiers stood scattered along the railings, their eyes fixed on her with open scrutiny. she felt the weight of their stares press into her spine, but she did not falter, nor loosen her hold, or cower in fear. ⋆
foxfires
⠀ ⠀ have you been lying to me this whole time ? i trusted you..
eliquentfangs
no. I'm mad at you.
eliquentfangs
you have blood on your shirt