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      CAOS / sentence prompts  :  ACCEPTING.

                       HE   HAD   BEEN   SEPARATED   FROM   HER   FOR   SOME   TIME    ,    her trust in him seemed to be entirely emptied.         bitter   &   coldness resting on her tongue and clinging to every word.         & yet he didn't attempt to stop it.         he felt like he     deserved     it.         a    misunderstanding    that could have been easily reconciled    ———     but he felt that her hurt was more than just   towards him.          [    SO HE WOULD BE HER PUNCHING BAG.    ].         if he could no longer be her shoulder    ,    he would take the bitter sweet cold instead.         ———      it was so much easier than telling her     the    truth    that   he   was not fully     human.         that his father was some      MAD GENIUS      that he was some science project gone wrong.          he couldn't    bear the thought    of the pity    ,    of the disgust    ,    of what ever reaction he would get.         getting it from his comrades was     . . .     difficult enough.

the longer he stayed the more the ice melted away.          dripping from the cracked wounds as her wall slowly started to drift down.         NOT SO MUCH TRUST     but maybe finding comfort again.          in his smile    &    laughter.          the brightness he wanted to shed on her darkness in life.         she deserved better         & he wanted to see her gain it.         even if he was not the cause of such action.         he worked with Alec more   &   her less   ,   more space    ,    more chances for them to greet without forcing her to work with him.          WARMTH BUBBLING , BLOSSOMING.         over the rim of the relationship that use to be    ,    mending the patches of    friendship.         for him     ———     that was enough.         he didn't expect more.         the gunman had his own scars    ,    both physical and mental.         some deeper gash wounds than others      ,      &      just as she cut the corner he was unraveling the      TRUTH.

barcode exposed if only but a second    ,    quickly wrapping it back as he shut his dresser behind him.          clearing his throat as he looked from sibling to sibling.         please don't ask    ,    please don't look     don't make me answer the question that is in your mind.          [    where did you really go    ?    ].         shoved off a train by his comrade    . . .    his best friend.          trapped inside a madmen lab.         (     he made daemons look . . . normal.     ).          at least they were created by god    ,    or something lesser than.         but still in their own sense of the natural order.         HE WAS NOT THAT.          daemon blood and toxins pumping through his blood stream while he faked a smile.          white golden strands falling against freckled cheeks as he ached on a hard swallow.        NO QUESTIONS ASKED.         so maybe just maybe his secret was safe.

                        THIS WORLD WAS      monstrous         &         not in the sense that Prompto knew so well. ———     one may have tried to argue that Prompto was use to the    CITY   LIFE.         the darkness that fell over such a bright and colorful world.         where money ruled over good intentions.          ( that was true. ).         but he was talking about     REAL    monsters.         the ones that went bump in the night    ,    the ones that crawled from the crust of the earth and spread ichor across his world in a plague.          THEY EXISTED HERE TOO    ——— but they looked    . . .    normal.          human beings were the plague in this world    ,    which made him   feel    like yet again     HE WAS NOT ONE.         at least not in the sense of here.

he looked down at crimson stained hands.         the rust drying and peeling off as his body shook to the core.          HE   WAS   IN   WAR   ALL   OVER   AGAIN.         and this time his friends weren't with him.          new territory  ,  new people.           new world.         he knew it would be different    ,    but not like . . . this.         ———    THE RIDE HOME FILLED WITH HIS SILENCE.         siblings arguing    ,    talking about how things could have acted out differently.          the walk up the stairs making his body feel heavy.         & finally the snaps of harness and old glaive uniform dropping leaving him in leopard print pants and old tank.         EXHAUSTION    filling up his lungs and belly. that feeling riding up just in time for him to    RELEASE   IT    into the sink.

north,   sure .          “     okay, if, if you’re certain .     ”          she nodded, grip on her satchel’s strap tightened a bit as she matched pace with his : sheol’d make sure to keep mind on that map, just in case . eyes rested on the pistol at his shoulder and a bit of intrigue : she’d only really heard tale of crownsguard’s ability to use king’s magic, never really getting to see it this close and personal . head tilted a bit, thought it’d be good to make some idle chat while they walked,          “     h - how long have you been a crownsguard ?     ”

           azure gaze shifted to every rock and blade of green    ,    on his sharpest point to ensure their safety.          [ although that was normally Ignis` expertise. ].         ❛    oh . . .   uh   that's a story   . . .    ❜         lips twisted into a crook of a smile    ,    mixed with a vulpine smirk.          it was an    INTERESTING    question because it made him think      ———      reminisce.          where the time was sweeter    ,    where it seemed    BRIGHTER.          ❛    I started    training    the second year of high school   . . .   Cor approached me during one of my runs.          ahah  ! ———      to be honest with you I kinda figured it was ya` know a test      ,      make sure I was a decent guy to be hangin`   round the prince.         but   . . .    [   but   ]  ❜         pink muscle slipped from behind lips brushing over his lower as his free hand brushed freely through white gold locks.

“You say that you are on a journey for your friend there? Hard to tell with all of the demons, or what you call daemons, lurking about. Not an ideal place to have a leisure stroll in a field”.

            fingertips       brushing along his skin     ,     his jaw     ,      down to his throat.          soothing and comforting    warmth.          where he laid in a      COLD     ACHED     SWEAT.          fighting his urge to  scream  as he could almost feel the binds shake his core.           MEMORIES OVERFLOWING     wracking his brain and terrifying him in his sleep.            [     or lack of.    ].            there was a sudden gasp of air     ,     choking as he reached up to come into contact with     . . .     warmth.           a subtle light     ,     depended by the    horrors    of childhood much like him.          his fingertips grazed across cheeks as his vision blurred in    &     out before he quickly sat up panicking   ,    before returning to reality.          BEN'S ROOM      ,      he fell back into the cold crisp sheets.          head resting back on his lovers lap before his lids fell heavy.

                                you’re not alone    .

NIGHTMARES.           no     ,    flashbacks.           banging against a cold cell wall and begging to be saved.         slowly giving up and slipping into the       madness      of his    father     creators sin.          but he was   safe   now.         lifting his other hand to rip away the black leather that covered the     BARCODE.          still scarred from him attempting to burn it off     ,     & yet still there.          mocking him    ,    reminding him of who    [   what   ]   he was.         but the gentle voice and soothing coo had azure gaze lift back up to the other.          corners of his lips pulling in a brightened smile as canines even seemed to gleam.         extending his hand upward to brush the pad of his thumb against cheek.         funny how they were both broken.          two shattered    &     yet together they managed to mend into a beautiful masterpiece.

his head still throbbed    ,    ached.         slowly sitting up as his neck rolled to crack at the joints.          exhaustion.         but that came with it's perks.           nap time with Ben being the major.          he pushed himself to rest his back against the wall the bed seemed to cling to.         rubbing the sleep from his eyes before yawning.         turning his attention back to the other.           ❛    you should have woken me up    . . .   ❜          although he expected the answer to be the same if Ben had uttered those words.         [    you needed the sleep.    ].         he stretched arms above his head in attempt to wake up fast    ,    only to fall back to rest his head on lap again.         lazy.         ————    no just hungry for affection.          skin touch.          the sound of a heartbeat that wasn't his own.

                                              too good to be true

      torchwood (series 2) starters  :  ACCEPTING.

             always   a   choice         he didn't get to choose   ANY   of   THIS.         he didn't get to pick being created for some mad-mans experiment.         he didn't get to choose to be   BRANDED   for life.         he didn't get to choose the loss of his best friend.         HE DIDN'T GET THE CHOICE.         everything was thrown against him   ,   pushing against his ribs until his back     snapped    !         the weight of the world bringing him down to his knees.         choking on the fear   &   frustration of it all while trying to    STAY   STRONG   ,   his smile only widening each time he took a bullet.         ❛    yeah   . . .    right   ❜

thumb and index lifted    ,    one to rest on his forehead while the other rubbed against his temple.          EVERYTHING WAS BECOMING A HEADACHE.          everything was causing him to lose that sense of self.          ——————    that hint of      humanity      slowly drifting away.         leaving him a shell of his former self   ,   just waiting to reach out and destroy someone else.          make someone else miserable.          (    that's why he was made right   ?   ).            [ MADE. ]:     not birth.          a product of insanity    ———    did that make    him    insane ?          was he slowly slipping off the cliff to drive deep in his original use ?         no    he would much rather die.

“     not   …   entirely   what   i - i   meant … !          … but you’re right . directional skills are a, a, a gift .     ”          hell, he was safer than she was : travelling with weapon and all .          “     if you’d prefer, we can stop while i - i refer to a map .     ”

“     heaven knows you’re lost .          but the sun still shines, so we’ll be fine .     ”