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   DESPITE HIS DESPERATION AND RELIEF, Peter finds himself hesitant to lean too far into the hug ( as much as he might want to ), afraid to hurt his mentor, but the hand to his back is still reassuring— a steady reminder that everything is going to turn out okay. Blinking back the burning in his eyes, he nods, still managing a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I mean if- if ANYTHING checks off the invincible box, it’s gotta be this-” At least, he wants to think that way. “I’m not…I didn’t hurt you just now or anything, right?- SORRY, I just, they wouldn’t let me in until now and I…wanted to make sure-”

@mortaem·

            𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 && 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒.  she didn’t see things the way her children did , the way her husband does.   she sees the house she envisioned for themselves a million times over─she sees their true forever house ,  not as decayed as what might be shown to nellie now.  the truth is hidden from mother who wanted nothing more than to protect , to nurture  , or love.  hill house might’ve   𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽   the rest of her life ,  but it hasn’t stolen her love.     ;       ❝  they were never monsters , nellie. ❞   reasons olivia ,     ❝  this is their forever house too.  it always has been since the time they moved in to now.  ❞    how blind can one person be?  perhaps its just olivia’s unwillingness to see the 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍.   (  or that she might’ve had a part in her child’s pain or suffering  )   to see what this place was always bad for her children . . for her family . . god !   she should’ve left , they should’ve left.   hand still holds onto her daughters ,   ❝  we can be together now , nell.  nothing bad can ever happen again.  i’ll keep-i’ll keep you safe.  ❞

     he  wishes  there  was  a  better  ending,  something  more  worth  being  prideful  over.  but  there  wasn’t.  no,  by  the  time  he  had  WRANGLED  his  own  life  in,  it  could  be  argued  he’d  wasted  it.  though  that’s  not  exactly  how  he  sees  it,  glad  for  the  years  of  clarity  –  and  HEALTH  he  had  given  himself.  so,  he  doesn’t  take  any  hard  feelings  meant  in  her  words.  “ it’s  okay,  you’re  right.  i’m  not  exactly  a  perfect  role  model. ” 

if  anything  he  was  an  example  of  what  NOT  to do.  don’t  wait  until  you’re thirty  to  get  your  shit  together.  “ but  you  have  things  to  keep  you  going  on  the  right  path,  more  than  i  did.  your  parents,  they  just  want  the  best  for  you. ” 

❛ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 — 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. ❜  steve lets out a light hearted chuckle, chin dropping and gaze flickers to the floor. his own memories of the old neighborhood, rising to the surface. the back alleys, the taste of crimson on his tongue, nose wet, bucky coming to his aid and walking him the rest of the way home — where a worried lecture from his mother waited from him.  ❛ i still don’t know how you did it? how you found me every time. it wasn’t like these ass kicking’s were scheduled. ❜

another chuckle, then he looks back up at him.  ❛ but no matter how rough the fightin’ got, the worst part was always going back home to mom. ❜  even now, he could hear the worried exclaim she’d let out, the sound of fast paced footsteps as she rushed over.  ❛ she was always so worried. i don’t think we made it any easier for her … ❜

you’re  a  good  captain,  rex.  familiar  sentiment  has  been  echoed  throughout  the  years,  but  it  does  precious  little  to  soothe  his  pain.  you’re  a  good  cadet.  a  good  soldier.  a  good  leader.  why,  then,  does  rex  feel  as  though  he  is  drowning  in  the  responsibility  of  it  all?  in  the  sorrow?  they  hadn’t  prepared  them  on  kamino,  not  really  -  they  knew  they  were  built  to  die,  but  no  one  had  taught  them  how  to  shoulder  the  responsibility  of  those  deaths  and  keep  moving  forward.  rex  nods  because  he  has  to,  zeroes  in  on  the  feeling  of  the  general’s  heavy  palm  on  his  pauldron,  and  swallows  hard.  “ thank  you,  sir, ”  anger  burns  hot  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  in  the  worst  way.  he  lets  it  simmer  there  ;  fuel  for  another  time,  he  thinks.  it  will  consume  him  now,  if  he  lets  it.  “ permission  to  speak  freely,  sir?  that  was  a  bloodbath. ”