moonless.

                                            𝙵𝙻𝙾𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙱𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙻𝚈                                                  𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙴

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warm burnt orange

Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

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“That’s what your words say. But everything else tells another story.” He didn’t necessarily mean deep inside his head. Yes, Charles would give those around him a light skim, like peering into a lake without plunging his face in entirely, just to know that all was well, that he wasn’t about to fight for his life, or the safety of his students. But at the same time, seeing someone that needed help, mutant, human, something else entirely, he just couldn’t stop himself. “You don’t have to tell me. You don’t even have to talk to me, but… know that I’m listening, that my doors are always open, if you need someone to talk to. You might be surprised by how much I understand. In more ways than one.” All he could was smile at the man and offer him his hand in greeting. “I’m Charles Xavier.”

❝          i can imagine          ,          sounds horrendous          .          ❞          peter’s been sitting here for quite some time          ,          listening to the other as he leans his head onto his hand          .          he had no issues sitting here          ,           listening to steven ramble on for what felt like a million years because in truth          ,          he quite enjoyed his company           .           propping himself up          ,          he sends a smile the others way          ,           it’s subtle but nonetheless there          .          what made it all the more interesting is that peter knew who he was          ,          or at least to some extent          ,          even if he didn’t lead on          ,          nor did he plan on letting the other know that he himself was none other than the infamous friendly neighborhood spider-man          .          it made it interesting          .          ❝          wish i could’ve been there           ,          sounds horrible but also          ..         kinda fun          ,         y’know          ?          ❞