⠀ ⠀𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈,

xོo:     ͟ ͟ ͟ᶠᶦᵍ¹ @sacried    ❛  drastic measures my ASS,  i’ve been marking that angel-thing for weeks and you want to just come in and steal it from under my nose at the last possible minute?   have you ever heard of,  UM,  CHIVALRY?  common COURTESY?  HELLO?  ❜    all her spontaneity,  all her unhinged ferocity,  had reached a boiling point,  exploding like one big firecracker and leaving her with hindsight in the dust  —-  pinned down,   chest heaving,   cheeks redder than the pool of blood she had watched spill.   blood that was supposed to be hers to relish in,   not his.   ❛  selfish fucking bastard.  ❜   it was all she could muster to spit acidic profanities from her pink-glossed lips,  but knowing nikita,  it would all be futile.   (     now that i'm really looking at him, like this, he's not even just a selfish, self-important, greedy bastard, but a handsome one at that.   if god was real, he was totally playing favorites with this jerk.  what am i even saying ..?    )   ❛  …  seriously.  ❜

xོo:     ͟ ͟ ͟ᶠᶦᵍ¹ @sacried    ❛   if you have love inside of you,  then i’m the madonna.   fuck, the virgin mary, even.  ❜    her words come accompanied by a soundtrack of a bitter laugh,    eyes trained on her hands,    her bloodied knuckles,    fingertip running along the edge of her blade.    truth be told,    eun-yeong is jealous.    deeply, deeply jealous.    how unfair is it for him to have love?    out of anyone?    everyone?   why not her?   ❛  the two of us don’t need to know how to use it anyways, do we..  ❜    it’s more of a question than a statement.   they both know they don’t.   it would be worse if they did.   (     in another life, maybe. maybe would need to know how to use love. maybe we could do laundry and taxes and go over a grocery list at the kitchen table.     )    ❛  not in this world.  ❜       (     THAT is what tears me apart, stitch by stitch.     )       ❛  if you’re looking for love, nikita, i can’t give it to you.. sorry. it rips me apart too, just so you know. ❜

(   ..   )       it rips me apart.

xོo:     ͟ ͟ ͟ᶠᶦᵍ¹ @sacried    (     ..    )   for the first time in her life, eun-yeong is rendered silent,  lips trembling just as he described himself doing so.  to think back is suicide.  to think back is to forget what lies ahead.  to think back would make her want to be better,  to give up.   (    something as good as—-  better than revenge     )   ❛  we all think we know.  and then it never goes that way.  ❜   she paws at her eyes with a lace-clad hand,  brows furrowed as she rushes to dry whatever tears had built in her waterline. agape doesn’t cry, but yang eun-yeong does. maybe a bit too much.   ❛  why even bother, then?  ❜

NO CELESTIAL,⠀★   [.⠀ .⠀ .]     NO, I DON'T.   i don't work with anyone.   (you're the only exception.)   it's much better not to, it seems..  especially when they're such a /nuisance/.    [  his eyes narrow, then, exhaling a sigh that carried more weight than he's willing to bear for the night.  he turns away from her only to clean the hands now stained with blood,   (   sometimes it feels like my own   )   vigorously scrubbing away until the illusion of purity radiates off him once more.  he'll worry about his clothes later.  when he's sitting in his muggy apartment, shivering from the cold and oh-so-close to regretting the choice to give his ghastly black feathers a new home in the box he hides under the bed.  when he's laying on the floor instead of the mattress,  because there's never been a more harrowing reminder of his solitude than burying himself under the covers and not feeling the warmth or comfort that everyone so loves to associate with "home".    ]     ..  do you really get it, eun-yeong?    or is it what you think you see?

xོo:     ͟ ͟ ͟ᶠᶦᵍ¹ @sacried    ❛ ah,  씨발!  would you quit it already?  i can’t sit through another one of your monologues. ❜    (     QUIT PRETENDING. quit pretending we aren’t cut from the same cloth.  quit pretending you’re somehow any better than me  —-  any more tragic or misunderstood or otherwise ruthless.      )     ❛ seriously, is this what you subject everyone to when you bring them along with you?  some sadistic initiation ritual? and hell, just for the record, i get it. i get your brain, at least. even if i wish i didn’t.  ❜    eun-yeong’s delicate features are the perfect display of irritation as she looks over her shoulder, shaking her head to herself as she brushes a stray feather from her crimson-stained tulle skirt.  this was undoubtedly going to be a long night.