— ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ

LIKE REMOTE ACIDITY.   PLACID AND   tied to broken grandeur, expectations.   the delivery of her statements lack any merciful clarity, and he doesn’t shift to provide resolution.   it sits on the corners of his lips, in viridian pools surrounded by a refuge of freckles, like stardust brushed across his features.   of poisoned youth.   breathing life into the notches of his spine, into his lungs.

the promise of a smile is lost.

❛   … ha, ha.   i guess i’m just full of surprises.   ❜

eyelashes flutter & she digs her fingertips between her soul & skin,   pinches her dirt-ridden arm with dirt-ridden fingertips.  & so her nose scrunches for a second,   a small distaste for her moonlight-skin amidst the darkness.  disquiet ( n ) a feeling of worry or unease.   she becomes wild-hearted,   grasping for a lifeline,   snarling & lost.   rose-cheeked,   she meets his gaze with a small smile. 

her fingers dig deeper. 

❛                               you want some time on your own ?  you know,   with the whole,  bad ending & all ?  ❜

            “ My——— Right. Very amusing. I suppose it technically is my job to worry                   and yours to… Well. Eliminate the worries, as it were. But you may rest                   easy ; I’ve no apocalypse to spring upon you today.”

❛                                                    how about tomorrow night ?     still apocalypse & demon free ?  ❜

THE RESPLENDENCY TO ANSWER ALL   prayers will rest in the constellations dotting his lashes, with the power to bestow intervention on the most hollow tombs of hearts.   buried in waves.   chest to chest, ashes to ashes.   refined upon the ideals of a broken order and the promise of glinted silver, crawling under his skin                   a tyranny of chaos.   words bleed onto his tongue, sacrificial.

❛   … more like all afternoon.   i’m sick to my stomach.   ❜

❛   waauw,    you’re all sorts of mr. impressive today,   aren’t ya’. ❜

her bite never merciful,   her derision never graceful.   she holds herself as solid as a kitchen knife,   her blueberry-mint lipgloss edged between her teeth.   & there’s a ghost she holds between the cages of each cracked rib,   raw sinews.   she has herself howling,  holding herself in lovely sharpened nails,  breathless by each litany.   

her skin,   littered in crosses,  chaotic like snow.

❛                                                 GILES.   you’re slacking.  oh god,  you even have your ‘we’re back to town destruction’ frown lines.    what’s the matter,  anything i should be worrying about ?  ❜

FINGERS DIGGING WELLS INTO THE   pockets of his jacket, his eyes abandoning the fervor of holy elasticity; honesty is stuck to the lining of his mouth, dipped in the saturation of his scarlet throat.   it’s a tale of a poisoned kind, spreading his jaw with the audacity of depravity, under his nails.   taking root in his skin.

feed the mind of the martyr.

❛   mhm                                 lost my appetite.   ❜

❛                                                  you know,  that raises the question for how long ?   the next five seconds.   or are we going for a full five minutes here ?  ❜

salt into wounds.  ruination in her honey.   & so cruelty finds her like sea to shore,   wave to sand.   a rosary bead bleeds around her neck,  her skin crucified,  her bones wilted into an old delicate grief.  A COMFORT IN TENDER VIOLENCE.  white noise fills her,  her terror becoming a holy thing.  & so delicate features take the contours of a mask.  

    ❝ This – ‘lack of better option’ excuse is precisely why I was sent here to begin with. I can appreciate your predicament Miss Summers, but I cannot possibly condone this course of —- IDIOCY. ❞ The plan itself reeked of Rupert’s influence, as nearsighted as he was. 

tongue as sharp as her wit,  she fills the silence with shutting her book close.  ❛   IDIOCY ?    ooooh,   you mean like tongue-fighting with giles under my roof ?  LOOK,  we’ve already gone through every stuffy book giles has,   so unless you happen to come up with something better,   we’re gonna have to roll with mine                  know why ?   because so far,  it’s the only plan we have.  ❜