white roses & black doves.

‘86, baby! ‘89, baby!

running , as fast as weary legs can carry her   —   max never stops running.      memories that do not belong to her pass by , seeing fractions of a life that she did not live.      one moment she is in high school decades ago , the next she’s back in that fluorescent lit room with a rainbow painted on the floor.      it’s maddening , quells her endurance when again she’s met with a dead end.      but she can’t stop.      can’t and won’t until she found the exit to this twisted maze.      not when she had been so close to getting out.

max pushes through the next set of doors , lungs gulping down any breath of air she can grasp , when a place she had not yet seen consumes her.      trees spanning for miles in either direction.      curiosity wants her to stop , unravel the lore of the new memory.      but not so distant footsteps only echo in her ear.      a reminder   —   she can’t stop running.

@mayfie1d

  It made no sense.  The last thing he remembered was pain…  excruciating pain as those damn bats pinned him down,  tearing at flesh and bone before—  Dustin…  His smaller arms holding him in those last moments.  Eddie almost swore that he could feel the poor kid’s tears dropping down onto his face even now… red lightning and grey darkness all around them.  But as his gaze turned up to the sky–  There wasn’t a rainy cloud to be seen.  Only sunshine and blue as far as the eye could see,  the smell of old leaves and pine all around him. He let out a huff of breath as he continued to put one foot in front of the other… farther…  farther and farther.      His damn watch was busted,  though he wasn’t sure how much help it would be anyway— or be able to even tell him how long he’d been here.  Days?  Weeks?  Or was he just fucking dead? That’s what it was–  it had to be.  If that was the case…  this was surely hell.  Or even purgatory.  Either way it fucking sucked.

     Then he heard his name,  making his heart stutter and his shoulders jump before swirling clumsily on his boots to the source.  That voice…  he knew that voice,  and as soon as his gaze settled on that familiar head of red hair—  “ Max..? “  his head tilted as he took her in,  a more disheveled version of the Max he saw last,  exhaustion hanging on her features.  No– no fucking way.  This has to be some sort of joke.  A bitter sounding laugh left his lips in a huff of breath,  shaking his head before settling a ring adorned hand at the top of it.  “ So… are you dead too? Or are you just like a– ghost of my past sorta thing.”

OMENTALES.

❛   my mother sent you to come gather me ?   ❜ laughable at best. the same woman who cast her daughter away now wanted her back but could not take upon the job herself ? he speaks for her , relaying her words in hopes there would be ease to this recruitment. if there had been anything of note that she was taught , it was to question and not give in at the sway of pretty words. the man who towered above her would be no different.

❛   funny , a woman who banished me so young would not take it upon herself to come fetch me from the very prison she'd crafted.   ❜ if there was one thing about cora , it was that like freya , she was hardheaded. ❛   rather ask a stranger to do her bidding . . .   ❜

⁂. golden eyes would notice the similarities as they looked over her. a child of the vanir & aesir , yes- but this young woman had freya written all over her. it was interesting to him. . . for not a single hint of odin could be seen. unlike her brother baldur , the sharp cut of her jaw , the fierceness behind eyes that would not waver- would not show weakness toward anyone ; & of course that telltale dark brown hair that seemed to run deep in the family. a descendant of the queen of the valkyries , no doubt. . .

a low grunt would be a hint at his impatience , a whispering from mimir urging him to calm himself would stop it- causing his lips to press though thankfully the fullness of his beard could hide it. not even with his own son had he handled defiance very well , the stubbornness that children often wielded was hardly anything the spartan would have gotten away with at their age. & while he had come a long way since he & atreus' journey to jötunheim. . . sometimes his old ways would sneak up on him.

for forty - nine years mor had hoped for this moment. spent countless nights overlooking the towering mountains of velaris wondering if he was still out there. if the man she saw more as a brother than high lord was safe , or if he had long past into the stars above. there was always hope , a fleeting glimmer she held onto for dear life that somewhere he was still breathing. but as one year turned to two which turned to forty and still no sign of return was given , it began to get harder to keep faith that he would walk through the doors again. and it was not just she who was feeling the weight of his absence , the entirety of the inner circle had been upturned. the lighter nature of cassian a distant memory. sightings of azriel growing far and fewer. amren , while she was not one to truly show her emotions , the blonde truth seeker could see it in her eyes the heartbreak his absence weighed on her. for forty - nine years they kept it together if only for the sole reason of hoping this very day would come.

and yet when it did , seeing him stand before her now , his eyes a piercing violet with his hair as black as the nightfall sky , it didn't feel real. was it truly him that appeared before her now ? or had the madness of wishing on a false star only finally drove her to madness ? which ever it may be , even if she had finally fallen off the deep end in wait , could one honestly fault her for being okay with it ?

rhys ( @omentales ) spoke : ❛   i thought i'd never see you again.   ❜

it was his voice that change it. no matter how vivid her dreams and memories were of him , never were they able to capture the tenor of his voice. a few octaves too high or too low , the pronunciation of words just a hair off. one would think after a millennia of being near family she would have nailed that part down. but her for her sanity , and for this moment , she was glad she never did. because it was the way he spoke that solidified it. rhys was back. in one piece , standing before her , that same stupid smirk she'd wished eons ago to smack off his face time and time again. not even a pen could reach the ground had it been dropped from an inch above before mor closed the gap , wrapping her long arms around the others shoulders to pull him into a hug. ❛   you asshole.   ❜ there is laughter behind her words. ones of joy and relief. but also ones shielding back the tears that beg to release.

❛   we thought ––   ❜ and where even was she to begin ? reprimand him for vanishing for close to half a century ? sob at his return ? proad him with questions on what had happened ? mor craved all three at once , but nothing would leave her lips in this moment. ❛   i thought i'd . . . we'd all lost you. forever.   ❜

⁂. there had been many nights under the mountain , laying bare in amarantha's bed , where he would find himself mentally slipping back home. even if only for a moment. he could smell the salty breeze from the shoreline of the stonewalk & the bridge. . . the fresh citrus & fruits & baking of all kinds swirling around the lively markets. . . & he would swear that he could almost see the glittering of stars above a three peak mountain- overlooking the warm & surreal light of velaris. but of course. . . dreams & escapes of the mind could only take him so far. for he was certain that as the years passed on by , that mountain would surely become his grave.

he took no joy in leaving the inner circle , abandoning them , leaving them without warning or word ; but he'd simply had no other choice. for all rhysand & the other high lords knew at that time , amarantha was ready to devour the entirety of prythian. . . corrupting it & manipulating it- torturing all within it until it was her very own to rule. concealing velaris with his magic , locking his people within it. . . was all his last desperate attempt to keep it secret. keep them & his family safe. & if he didn't make it , well. . . they knew what to do.

why it was so surreal to be standing where he was now , having to actually blink one. . . two. . . three times to ensure that amethyst hues weren't mistaking him. even when he spoke out to her he wasn't entirely sure- at least not until she'd turn to look at him. then he would see the bright blonde of her hair , falling in soft curls around her shoulders to meet a red dress he knew all too well , those warm & beautiful brown eyes. . . & that smile. he couldn't help but smile too , tears striking his eyes almost as soon as she'd embrace him ; his own choked laugh wracking along with her own. how amazing it was to finally remember what you almost forgot- finding that those memories were never really lost at all.

The Fallen Angel

Sallow's True Colors

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜