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you found a raven inside of your chest where other people had songbirds how are you supposed to be brilliant when you are darkness in a world of color

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The temptation to wander was still strong, her curiosity almost undeniable, but she was making a conscious effort to restrain herself to the streets already familiar to her. She had made her choice and decided to stay, meaning that she needed to stop tempting herself with new adventures and undiscovered places. She was needed here, she was supposed to be here.
Seeing Isaac, she frowned, but only watched from the distance as he tore at the feather, at least until he started tearing at his skin. Then, she approached, unnerved slightly by the blood. His distress does not automatically translate as being caused by the memories, so she airs on the side of caution and calls him Isaac. “Isaac. What are you doing?”
The pain seemed to course through his skin, he could feel it in his bones, it stung as sharply as the first flame that licked his skin as he was blinded by the sun. As another fingernail bit into his slick palm, it was another flame, a scream transformed into a whisper by the wind, a feather adding to the ones that circled around him as he fell from this world. He didn't even see his father's face when he died, but he already knew how his father would feel, already knew that he felt the same flames, though they consumed his veins and the spaces in between where terror grew so well. Both were left as ghosts that day, Icarus believed, and this is why one thought filtered through his head now, he should be dead, and this is what he said to Clary, though he didn't intend it, his lips only formed the quiet, strained, blooded words so well, "Why did they bring me here?"
Cayley had been there for a good minute and a half before Isaac started to notice her. She put her hand gently on his knee. “Isaac, Isaac can you hear me? It’s Cayley, remember.” She tried to grab his hands to stop him from hurting himself. “Look at me, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
He didn't notice her touch until it was already there, and his body reacted with a jolt, his mind reeling with the pain of moving too quickly as the world swam in front of him, but he already felt that it was doing that before. Her words came through his ears muffled, filtered through his raging thoughts. Before speaking, he took her in, looking in her eyes to see if she knew him, and he wanted to speak paragraphs, questions, but all that came out was a weak, tired, desperate "That's not my name."

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It was the first time he left the darkness of his bedroom since he remembered the flames and sea that consumed him, since he remembered the underworld, since he remembered what it was like to fly, but the sunlight seemed to kill him just as much as the memories and the anger that boiled under his skin as he tried to understand, why the primordials didn't leave him where he belonged instead of dying over again.
He wished he could have entered his bedroom again, but the sheets were beginning to smell. All he had done for the past hour in the world was sit on the steps to his apartment building and tear away at a white feather he found on the ground, ripping it to shreds and wishing it was the real bird in his grasp as he tore it to the point that he tore off his own skin on the palm of his hands and the blood that fell mixed with his own tears.
Sentence starters
"Is this your first time here?"
"Don’t do that."
"Does this belong to you?"
"You look odd."
"I am smelling a lie there."
"Did you just grope me?"
"I know you from somewhere…"
"Now, look what you did!"
"Are you ashamed?"
"Seriously now?"
"Will you finally shut up?"
"I need your help with this…"
"That was a horrible joke."
"Put something on!"
"That shirt doesn’t suit you at all."
"What happened to your face?"
"Keep your distance."
"Such a jerk."
Even his smile looked like something that wasn’t supposed to live
His laugh sounds like shattered bones and bodies breaking into two (via hinatashoyyo)

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only his tradegy will be written for history, but not for the way he flew || gmprompt
it came sometime after drinking no longer numbed the pain, when the sunlight still wrapped itself around his lungs and found a way to choke each shallow breath. fire bloomed behind his cheeks, where death slowly crept in the shadow of his bones, and the yearning for victory consumes him like hunger, hollowing him, turning his muscles into something weak. and each day, as sunlight met the sky, he could hear his screams just before the wind washed it away, before he could register that it was his own voice that shook his bones and he denied it for at long as he could, but even as a smile cracks open his dry lips, he only resembles someone bloodless, broken, as his breath was stolen from the fires that claimed him as he believed he could brace the light of the day
"Whether it hurts or not, I’d at least like to get you cleaned up. I haven’t seen your brother, but I’m sure we can get someone to locate him for you."
"Don't bother, no reason for him to see this, is there? And I'm not a child, I can do this myself."
"Because you’re hurt, and it matters to me. If you want me to get someone else to help you, I will."
"I already told you, it doesn't matter. Doesn't hurt anyway, you know, isn't doing anything. I just want to know if my brother's around." He didn't want Donnie to see him in such a state, as a failure again.
"Well perhaps if you wait a bit longer, you’ll get some good news." She tried to smile reassuringly, but there was no truth to her words. Waiting and false hope was useless, at least in her eyes.
"There always is," he told her, a small smile on his lips now. He fell into the false hope, welcomed it more than he should as it felt safer there than where his thoughts usually ventured these days.
"She's going to move here, I already asked her months go. Once she's better, we won't have to send each other letters, and I already have all the places we'll go together mapped out. I can introduce you two too."

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"Alright? I guess it depends on the day. Today I am… somewhere in between alright and not?"
He knew what she meant, knew what it felt like when one didn't know whether they could get through this day or not, but there was no way possible way for him to express this without revealing his own thoughts. "Do you need anything or just want to talk about it? I have the time."
"With everything going on you’re worrying about your mother not writing you back?"
"She's my mother, there's nothing that can be more important than her."