green / 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷.

I felt off yesterday.

#grumpy #pouty

Asmodeus is my father.

Cheers… To our… our new partnership.

I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of stress [running the Institute] would bring.

“Not all who are lost are lost forever.” — x

The Bat Family motto

“it’s a therapy group,” she explains to watching eyes ; deft fingers finishing what her mind could have done in seconds, poster freshly pinned to one of the school’s notice boards. she’d enlisted help in its design ( handmade would have taken too long, and she wasn’t skilled enough on a computer to make anything nice on her own ), ensuring that it was both tasteful and informative. while the headline didn’t betray the purpose outright, the little text bubbles below said exactly what jean couldn’t find words to, aloud. “for a certain kind of person.” the resurrected. it was explained better in ink. “i think it’s reached a point where, if it isn’t you - it’s someone you know.” 

quin had come back to life. he had missed the first few months of the twins’ lives. he had missed their first smiles and giggles. they were small when he first met them but they had been SMALLER when they were born. which he missed. because he died and wasn’t around. when he had come back , he dove right into everything that he was doing before he died without a second thought. he never really stopped to think about what he went through or how hard it probably was on him. he never stopped to think about his own emotions and like before he died , he buried them. it was easier to bury them after coming back than deal with anything. “ i’ve made peace with it , “ a COMPLETE & UTTER LIE. quin’s ‘ at peace ‘ simply meant that he ignored it. how do you deal with coming back to life but not recognizing your own body because you’re part plant ? 

Jude stopped her reading, her fingers stopped. She turned her attention to someone near her. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” The voice sounded familiar but too many voices sounded familiar nowadays. “I swear I’ve heard your voice before.”

“ hmm ? “ he hadn’t realized until that moment that he had been talking to himself. HOW EMBARRASSING. “ it’s jus’ me -- quin. i’d hope you recognize my voice since you hear it enough at gardening club. “ 

You don’t know what it’s like being in love with you.