❛ You Can Spend All The Time In The World In Here, But If You Don't Spend Enough Time Out There...

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i need to start moving thane's lore over here for sure he's one of my most developed ocs to me tbh. greek epic coded fun times.

threats  are  the  dullest  of  blades  to  martin.  each  syllable,  each  note,  no  more  unique  than  the  last.  some  were  clever——some  were  foolish  but  he  sees  more  than  such  things.  in  the  grand  symphony  of  countless  universes,  he  sees  them  as  a  single  note.  what  could  once  dazzle  &.  amaze  does  nothing  for  him.  the  faintest  hint  of  hunger  taunts  his  sense  of  interest,  but  it  doesn't  rise.  only  the  dull  ...  empty  feeling  lingers  in  its  stead.  what's  a  monster  to  a  beast?  what's  living  another  day  to  dying  tomorrow?  striking  her  down  now  ...  that's  the  best  pity  he'll  be  able  to  provide.

he  peers  at  her  with  features  slack  in  contemplation.  dispatching  her  before  returning  to  fillory——to  his  rightful  kingdom——that's  the  right  choice.  it's  logical.  it's  reasonable.  turning  this  pitiful  rock  to  a  sea  of  molten  ash  and  dust  would've  been  no  small  part  compassion.  boring  on  the  surface, yet  monsters  lurk,  yet  monsters hide.  rather  strange  ...  so  much  more  different  than  other  worlds.  at  first,  it  intrigues  him.  beast  that  don  the  skin  of  mere  man  but  they're  far  too  human.  far  too  full  of  love,  compassion,  and  hate  to  even  be  compared  to  a  real  monster  ...  a  real  beast.  he  sees  it.  he  smells  it.  vulnerability  clad  it  biting  words.  wit  in  place  of  sincerity.

hands  fold  themselves  behind  his  back  after  straightening  fitted  suit.  he  steps  closer——his  gait  light  yet  empty.  it's  a  dance.  a  two  step  meant  for  one  that  brings  him  closer,  closer  to  her.  steps  carry  him  towards  the  tangles  of  contradiction  she  holds,  to  the  life  she  clings  to  yet  resents.  does  she  feel  pain  with  every  breath?  does  she  feel  pain  from  being  alive?  how  cruel,  the  world  can  be.  how  wicked  his  smile  must  seem,  polite  yet  cruel.  through  his  gaze,  he  sees  a  terrarium.  a  world  of  glass,  broken  and  shattered.  the  gods  have  long  since  abandoned  it  to  rot  and  fade  away.  to  vanish  with  a  stifled  scream.

"does  it  ...  ever  get  tiring  to  pretend  to  be  so  strong?"  a  pause  for  a  laugh,  detached  like  a  heavy  note.  "don't  get  me  wrong,  you've  got  it  down  pat, dear girl.  fooling  yourself,  well,  that's  the real  magic, isn't it?" 

[  .⠀.⠀.  ] ❛ I  did  warn  you  not  to  trust  me. ❜ , @amcssing (martin chatwin) said.

His words stung, more than she liked to admit — each syllable was a spiked jab, directly aimed at the wall of solidarity and calculated distance she'd built around her very being, the very wall he had somehow, impossibly, already managed to breach. 

Sayuri wasn't one to trust easily. Life had taught her that vulnerability was a liability, a weakness to be exploited, and her every interaction was usually marked with the safe distance she maintained. Martin, however, had managed to instill the slightest sliver of hope within her for a powerful alliance that defied the odds — a hope that was now being declared foolish, stupid, an utter embarrassment.  

A wave of heat flared up within the ghoula, a mixture of shame, raw fury, and the creeping realization that slowly settled into her consciousness, heavy and consuming. For once, she had allowed herself a hint of belief, and he had taken that vulnerability and twisted it into a weapon. The intensity of her emotions was enough to make her clench her fists at her sides, her knuckles bone-white beneath taut skin — her expressions, however, masked her irritation with feigned amusement. A smirk, sharp and brittle, crept onto her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes, her pride forcing her to maintain composure, to not grant him the satisfaction of seeing the boiling turmoil his words had caused within. Fine. If this was how he wanted to play it, she would play along. 

❛ Noted, ❜ she brought out, the sound somewhat strained as it passed through her gritted teeth. ❛ Now, ❜ she continued, her smirk hardening into a predatory curve, a dangerous glint finally flickering in her eyes, ❛ let’s see how much you enjoy having me as your enemy. ❜

random dialogue prompts , accepting !

wolverine and batman enders #truth

clean ver.

“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via charwrites)

i have neglected this blog but ill probably play over here a bit more while kais q runs.

she  insists——he  refuses.  it's  push  and  pull.  the  tug  of  the  waves  and  the  moon  'pon  each  other  where  neither  truly  wins.  for  a  moment,  he  thinks  of  his  past  ...  when  brandishing  his  spear  would  pave  the  way.  when  filling  these  roots  with  scarlet  would  make  his  will  absolute.  a  time  when  he  did  not  value  life  nor  know  their  pain.  now,  however,  he  does.  his  curse  subjects  him  to  a  sense  of  empathy  deeper  than  mere  sensation  &.  it  pains  him.  a  nagging  pain  only  kept  at  bay  with  his  strength  of  mind.

he  remains  obstinate  as  arms  fold  behind  his  back.  their  gaze  sweeps  these  woods,  drinking  in  the  absurdity  likely  thick  within  them.  it  remains  him  of  inodal——his  home.  a  strange  place  full  of  secrets  and  the  unknown.  maybe  a  trip  back,  after  this,  would  soothe  the  sickness  in  his  heart.  one  can  only  hope.

"i  answer  your  question,  yet  you  spurn  mine.  you  wound  me  deeply,  you  know?"  he  clicks  his  tongue.  "i  have  wandered  farther  than  you  can  imagine——far  from  a  realm  beyond  this  place.  i  am  far  from  a  human.  it's  an  insult  to  them  to  compare  them  to  my  ilk.  what's  the  word  of  this  land  ...  i'm  a  godling.  son  of  the  beast  who  stalks  the  higher  realms  to  bathe  their  eminence  in  blood."  the  hunt,  the  beast:  Upione.  "not  that  i  expect  them  to  be  known  here  ...  peer  deeper,  seerer.  surely  there's  an  answer  that  will  satisfy  you  among  the  stars." 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.

Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.

Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.

❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞

The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞

❛ yeah. ❜

She smells shit [a guy who she confessed to only for him to pick up and magic his way out of her life like days later]… “Am I losing my mind?”