#ancientbled

:: i’ll icon ur faves // ACCEPTING.

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ A HEAVY STILLNESS festered inbetween them. Gray’s eyes widened, irises losing their deep blue in his distress. It was silence that surged between his ribs, crippling his breathing &&. all he could do was STARE at the outburst  ( rusted like brass, acrid like knife – rotten to the core after countless moments of suppression &&. god, it felt painfully REAL. )  He could discern her every breath, every ferocity of her frustration…

Serey, once stoic, now with emotions let loose;                her ice thawing to reveal stones of hot, blistering RED.

      ❛ …. —— ❜

              He saw pain in those eyes. As if it has skulked there for her lifetime, trapped in the confusion that she carried. He saw love, too, the love she would have given were it not for the scars he soon to inflict.

He wanted to believe her. That what she said was NOT a transparent untruth accomplishing nothing more than momentarily piercing the veil of quietude. He wanted to let her in — wanted to let her warm presence SOOTHE his dark, aching soul…

But at the same time he wished to LASH OUT with poison-laden tongue &&. tell her to STAY BACK, to keep her away so his coldness wouldn’t torch her anymore. After all, Gray has been nothing but storm clouds &&. shattered mirrors. He voice has scorned her, his eyes dismissed her — he was not a hero perfectly sculpted in ice and moonlight. Behind the blue of his irises, he is capricious and distant. The rot of the world hadn’t so much as acknowledged him; it ravaged the crumbling remains of his kindness, gnawed into the permanent scowl lines etched across his granite features.

      She mustn’t get too close —                 but she is too far gone now.

      ❛ …. I don’t need help, Serey. ❜

His response was acrid, tones revealing naught of emotions —- should any have lain within him in the moment. He could see the way her eyes were brimming with unshed tears; tracks of his sins etched along the expanse of her cheeks, and the way she could not stop herself from trembling. It made a piece of him, a SHARD of his frigid heart protests at his words… 

              &&. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to encompass Serey within his arms and offer her comfort, solutions, and words that would SALVAGE her back from sadness into the theos of the light; wanted to guide her as she once did for him, protect her, love her as an equal.

     the door to the florist opened, the brunette only shifted a little to glance at the customer before returning to her current task; wrapping up a bouquet. it was an odd one, a mix of white carnations, white chrysanthemums and hydrangeas. a strange combination, roughly translating to ‘ thank you for understanding the innocent truth ’. of course, hydrangeas had a second meaning of ‘ heartless ’ but she was sure that wasn’t it.

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it can’t be, can it? he’d thought the mutts all but gone by now — hadn’t so much as seen one in at least sixty years. ❝ my, it has been a while. ❞ he purrs, for here one stands before him now; not the product of a lab like that mad captain had been, but a creature of the night proper, a wolf beneath the waning moon. ❝ what are you doing, little pup? come to see the stars? ❞