IS THIS POST TRAUMATIC STRESSIN' OR AM I SUPPRESSING RAGE?

                                sarah jane, i've done something really stupid.                                                  a really BAD social mistake.                                         i told the slitheen how to destroy the world.

❝ i know.  we end up on the couch with ice cream and law & order. ❞   she’s sympathetic to his feelings, but she also wishes she could dispel them completely. elsie loves her brother… even when he’s being a little dramatic.  death sentence?  not in this lifetime, at least.  ❝ well, what if you don’t? what if the second date goes great? what if every date goes great? isn’t that worth the risk? ❞

what about her anger?  what about meles’ anger? elsie holds her tongue and averts her gaze from her brother still. she knows he’s thinking of all those things too. he’s taken on so much more of a leadership role following nei’s attempted coup, and he has to be the one making these tough decisions.  ❝ i don’t want to ignore their anger, but i don’t want to ignore what happened to us either. she is dead because of her actions. how dare they behave as if they’ve been wrongly treated? ❞   the death of demana’s princess  ( by elsie’s hand no less )  has been a source of contention on all sides.  ❝ do you really think they’ll call for war? ❞

❝ eight dreams, flynn.  eight of the same dream in two weeks’ time. that’s gotta mean something, right? ❞   it’s him on the phone for good reason. she can’t call ciar with something like this or he’d be on the first flight out; she can’t call their uncle or he’d be on the first flight out with one of his doctor friends.  ❝ maybe i saw this guy at like, a bar or something, and my subconscious is just… building a narrative? i don’t know, how do dreams even work? ❞

requested starter + flynn        ♡        @heroscarred·.

❝ that’s normal.  please tell me you know that’s normal. hey, you had a date, and it went really well. you should be glad you wanna see him again. ❞   though she knows her brother isn’t exactly used to this kind of thing, elsie has high hopes for him. she’s always known him to be lovable; he’s the only one that thinks otherwise these days.

requested starter + ciar        ♡        @heroscarred·.

“pasha, i don’t think you can scare demena away from our borders with glares alone. they are right in their anger against meles even if it’s because their princess attempted to conquer us and nearly slaughtered our family. we cannot ignore their anger that she is now dead. we can only attempt peaceful resolutions and prepare for war should that fail.”

I am not Marc Spector. I’m Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop. Well, I used to work in a gift shop. And I think I’m in real danger, and I think maybe that you might be the only person that can

                                                                   help me.

        ❝ steven? ❞   layla wipes her eyes, staring intently at the rearview mirror. she’d seen something and she thinks she knows what it was, but she needs to see it again, just to be sure… and there! the glimmer of headlights rising and diving over the crest of a sand dune. she doubts they’re out here for a scenic tour. she leans out the open window and speaks louder,    ❝ steven, get in the van. ❞   she doesn’t want to start it up until he’s in, in case they’ve not been spotted yet; their own headlights will be enough of a signal. 

“Like I said, I’m good at making enemies,” she shrugged once more. It’s not like she really cared about being on someone’s shit list. There were plenty of people that wanted her dead, and if the world was really going to end, then none of that mattered. Layla couldn’t help but to laugh at his poor backup plan. “And if it actually is Ammit? How do you plan to kill a god? Cause I don’t even think Khonshu can give you that kind of power. Harrow is one thing, and I’ll gladly put him in the ground for you, but we’re dead if we don’t stop him from opening that tomb.”

“Yeah, but we both see how that turned out,” she replied somewhat smugly. In her mind, things had gone a lot smoother when they worked together instead of against one another. Layla shrugged at his comment about her baiting him. “Maybe, but I don’t really see the point in filing for divorce in the middle of all of this. Besides, those papers are back home. So unless you want to travel back just to make it official before the end of the world, be my guest. Otherwise, you’re stuck with me until this is over.” At least she knew there was some part of him that wanted her around. Steven seemed pretty adamant that he’d never divorce her.

         yeah, she’s still mad.  from the moment she turned up outside that storage facility to find her husband, she’s been trying to get answers. she’s been trying to find some kind of closure for the gaping hole his disappearance had ripped open in her life. the answers she has aren’t really the ones she wants, and have led to more questions. she pulls herself up into the van and sinks into the seat, staring at the rolling dunes still ahead of them. right now, the dark sky and the shadows inside the vehicle are obscuring her face, protecting her from scrutiny. she can drop the defenses just a little bit; her eyes can water, like they had when he’d said she didn’t know him at all, only this time she doesn’t have to school her expression so he doesn’t notice.

“What about you? All this stuff that you’ve gotten yourself into is insane. You can’t honestly think you can do it all by yourself.” If anything was evident of that, it was how easily she swooped in and handed him exactly what he needed while he struggled to obtain it. “I don’t think I’m asking for much, Marc. All I want is the truth. Something you apparently have never been able to give me.” Layla let out a tired sigh and leaned back in her seat. “Listen, if you really want it, I’ll sign those divorce papers as soon as we’re done here and Harrow is stopped. Though, that doesn’t mean I’ll stop being in danger. I have a habit of making enemies, and it’s been like that long before I met you.”

        ❝ i don’t think what i want matters right now. ❞   she thinks  or at all  for a second but she knows that’s her personal bitterness over the way her husband’s been behaving. layla needs to push that away right now. their problems aren’t as important as the fate of the world, as marc has reminded her in his quest to avoid communicating about their problems.  ❝ finish your canteen, steven. ❞   she turns to get back in their vehicle. 

His words stabbed at her heart. Him calling her reckless as if loving him was the stupidest thing she had ever done. Her eyes stung with tears and she forced herself to keep them at bay. “No, but you are my husband. I never wanted half of you. I always wanted the whole thing. Whether it was good or bad, dangerous or safe, I didn’t care. Cause I had you. If all we were was just some beautiful lie, then why did you marry me? Why propose? Why waste your time with any of it?” She wasn’t the only one to blame for this situation. After all, it’s not like she forced him to marry her. He had chosen that just as much as she did.