#ascensionisms

The words had left his lips before his brain even had a moment to catch himself. If he were of sound mind he wouldn't have spoken a word to the other but it's hard to see him and pretend like there has never been anything there. Though he tries. It's been hard in a small town such as theirs to not attach a memory of them to everything. To not see him in everything. Has he really deserved such a fate? To have the most horrible what-if constantly there even if it's by the mouth of desperate housewives after Sunday mass. A place Kihew does not belong either but still claws his way into.

Been waiting. It feels like a punch to the gut. A cattle prod to the throat. A brand so hot Kihew has to shut his eyes. He wishes he could crack open Baptiste's skull and see everyone who has been there after him. All the worthy bodies. He feels sick once he opens his opens and their gazes meet. There's nothing there now but a vacant expression. He's strangled his grief over and over again. It's a permanent bruise tucked behind his ribs that he presses his fingers into when he's been drinking. When he's alone in his bed and wondering what could have possibly been worth taking him away. The universe is sick and Kihew is at her mercy.

They've never been here before - but instead of asking for directions, they head directly towards the shelves, trying to find the right section on her own.

((@the-cameo-blog))

[ KISS. ] SENDER grabs RECEIVER in a public space to kiss them in a heated, jealous manner.

make it both at the same time for funsies (mira & ledger)

NON-VERBAL - mira & ledger

it was like this sometimes where they meet up at a random place during work hours, hands oily, rough and black at the tips. he'll always make time for her that was a given. looking not so presentable but he cared less for that. it was his idea in the first place, mira would've had a meal already made and waiting in the fridge as if he wouldn't see her back home. anything to spend time with her doing things outside his comfort zone for this woman. when time was up had to be honest himself too, he didn't want to part ways. it was obvious in his blue eyes.

the majority of the time, scratch that, all the time. he would be the one stopping her from leaving, kissing her in front of whoever to prove she's his, because nobody could ever have her. did it feel nice for once this time that he was the one somehow being chased after, all signs pointed to a fucking yes.

just when he was about to turn to leave keeping in mind that they will see each other later. like any day of the week, goodbye kisses were given, ledger's self restraint was to be studied, took a lot to leave this beauty for an extensive period of time. her hand caught his wrist stopping him before he made another step. corner of his lips curled into a grin, just when he was about to say something, she kissed him. the kiss weren't the usual quick pecks, nah, this was different. at starbucks of all places, dried oily hands caught her waist, smoothing over her fucking ass, squeezing it in his palms. growling against the kiss that, plush lips making sure to deliver the statement -- was she jealous? this seemed like so. was it because the barista gave him a free coffee earlier, not that ledger is some coffee lover, his preference was liquor didn't matter the hour. too bad though, they weren't home yet it didn't mean he wouldn't fuck her in the bathroom. so that's what he did, despite the looks from people drinking their cold matchas and lattes. ledger will make sure there was nothing to be jealous about, giving her round ass a quick little smack, moving them to the bathroom because fucking in a public place was fun.

BOOK MEMES - trudy x judas

“feeling poetic tonight?” her love life has always been a complicated one, however, he's less intense than all the other's that came in and out of her life — judas made it at the right time, unspooling the layers of clothing right in front of him; shamelessly and entirely unfazed. lace lingerie in the same brutal shade of red as her lipstick, hair as dark as night. “you deserve a reward.” stepping towards him. air charged with a tension neither could ignore.

hands smoothed over strong chest, stopping at his neck. “I’m no fragile glass, babe. ” pressing crimson stained lips on his ; a little kiss goes a long way. “i can take anything.” she murmured, a grin formed at the corner of her lips. moving them towards the couch a few feet away, dark eyes on his face the entire way down, plopping on the cushions below. will he give her everything? seems like it. straddling his lap, thighs on either side of his waist. “your Shakespearean words sounds like a good time. let me see the darkness you hide.” if this was some sort of tactic to get rid of her, or warn her of anything, she wasn’t going anywhere.

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   &   𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - ace & sam

sitting there, blue eyes glued to dark ones. for once they weren’t punching each other to death, a calm before the storm. just for one day though because peace never existed between them. not in the slightest. cigarette dangled at the corner of his lips, giving it a long drag, taking the thing between his digits, expelling the fumes into the air. blonde hair in a messy disaster, words leaving sam’s stupid mouth — a pretty stupid mouth it was. “look at you flirting with me.” ace wondered in what god's green earth made him say shit like that ? luckily his fucking thoughts stayed imprisoned in his mind, the last thing he needed is another extra boost of ego for sam. “you know what your voice does, it irritates me.” it did that sometimes but hell, it also did other things he didn't even want to think about. why should he even give sam that satisfaction.

ace chose the wrong career because his acting skills surprised him, nonchalant, serious, unmoved. interestingly enough, sam kept pushing his buttons every chance he could. after every fight, still, he thought about that one night out in the parking lot. there were no winners that night, but the other probably thought otherwise.

“not only does it irritate me. it's like hearing nails on a chalkboard, fork scrapping a plate. and that's all your voice will ever do. sorry to disappoint you.” giving a quick shrug of his shoulder. in truth, deep down not only did his voice ruin him but also his touch. but that confirmation will never leave his mouth, even if he was being choked by those large inked hands again. avoiding those dark eyes that pulled him in like magnets. ace wasn't sure what was worse, remembering that bloodied mouth against his or the fact that he didn't do much to peel himself away. he craved more of that, but ace doesn't kiss or tell.

Troublesome, irritating, and absolutely audacious. There were a plethora of words to describe Ardan, and the demon stood behind each one with a shit-eating grin. He couldn't have cared less about what anyone thought of him, not when Lucifer favored him enough to let him roam freely from the nine hells in a shiny new host body that came with an equally grating accent. He was tasked with locating another being integral to Lucifer's next plan. And what were those plans? Ardan didn't know, nor did he ask any further questions. He was smart enough to know his place. The demon was a well-adorned lapdog, but a lapdog nonetheless. Unfortunately, he wasn't given much of a physical description either. Ardan was told they were an angel, and that he needed to trust his gut. His dark father loved to speak in riddles.