#apocylips

❛                  –––       why      don’t      i       help      you     to     your     room    ?       get    to    bed   .       no    telling    what    kinds    of    undesirables    you’re    going    to    run    into    out    in    the    halls   .                 ❜

                                     inbox cleaning  //not accepting *!

    HEART WAS BEATING FAST AS BLONDE MAN STARED AT HER, piercing eyes demanding what she wasn’t able to give. or shouldn’t. over all these years, secret had been kept like a forbidden fruit ( not to be told, not to be shown ANYONE ) and yet he stood here. in front of a girl who desperately wished to be like anyone else, as ORDINARY as she should have been born twenty years ago. on the doorstep of becoming an adult, of throwing herself into the abyss that was called life —  with no clue what really lingered out there in the darkness. lips pressed together, gaze wandering astray to at least pretend that she would be able to resist. amelia had made a promise to her family, to everyone who tried to protect her since it first occurred. SHE OWED THEM TO BE CAREFUL, to never trust a person but them. this could be her end !fawn irides daring to look up, breath held for a few seconds. amelias fingers tingled, itched like what slept inside her veins yearned to break through, show itself in front of the other. tips slowly freezing, nervousness increased with every second wasted.  ❛  —— do you promise me not to see me as A MONSTER ? ❜ , almost silent voice asked before little snow crystals emerged on the palms of womans hands. others would not understand, would be afraid of what was happening in this very moment. BUT NOT HIM. offered with a small gesture, glistening snow presented itself as a dangerous wonder. THIS WAS HER, her true self without any lies or tricks. the question was, if that would ever be enough.

                            thumb teases the silver encircling ring finger, he twists the simple metal band, feeling it against the pad of his finger. he’s made himself comfortable in the younger man’s home, finds comfort in the dark, always has really. movement catches his ear, and he brings his attention to the front door before the room is flooded in light. the wolf winces, a small show of his discomfort. “— michael langdon... no.” he holds up a finger, a way to say wait ! only a moment i need to correct myself ! if only because words feel false, heavy on his tongue. he grins. the look of a man with a secret clinched between this teeth. he stands slowly, not awkwardly, or stiffly. simply, slowly, lazily. he moves like a man who has all the time in the world, funny for a man who knows what little time the world has now. “— harmon ? isn’t it ?” ring clad had sways in the air dismissively. “doesn’t... doesn’t matter really. little details rarely do.” a lie, small details are the most important. little things, names, favorite foods, favorite scents, books, organization, disorganization. they all sit intertwined in your soul, little things create the bigger picture. even the finest detail misplaced and you’ll just, unravel. “you’ll have to forgive my rather... rude intrusion.” he has to pull his attention back to the creature before him. he’s turned to all charm, words purred from his lips with more than a little amusement. not sorry at all. “— but the door was, uh... open.” a little magic trick he’d picked up some time ago, not important now. barely important then.