#belovedweighed

KISSING MEME PROMPTS

It happens before he can realize what exactly is going on. Her painted nails touch his face, and almost as if his body knows his lips part slightly to try to say Maria's name. Part of it escapes, a simple hum of the 'M' disappearing into the gentle touch of her painted mouth to his. Grey eyes widen with shock. James doesn't know what to do with his hands. There's almost a sense of panic that sets in as the thought of my wife would be pissed rips through his brain.

Even so, he can't help himself.

He's been untouched for so long, and Maria looks just like Mary. She feels like Mary. Perhaps even tastes like Mary. He hadn't thought about that until now. He hadn't thought about just how deep the similarities between them go. Did she feel like Mary too? Could he touch her and remember all the things about his wife? It causes his defenses to lower. James is so desperate to sink into that comforting nostalgia of better times that he finally figures out just what it is he wants to do with his hands.

Finally closing his eyes, James tilts his head into their kiss and allows himself to indulge in holding Maria close to him. His hands find her waist, and firmly hold her against him. Maybe Mary could turn a blind eye, just this once.

it had been a long time since alessa had heard another voice so clearly, let alone one that had sounded so human, gentle. it cut through the fog of her world like a ray of light, a door cracking open to let the world outside of her own mind in. she hadn't known anything but the nothingness since then, the peace that had settled in when she'd finally been allowed to die.

she didn't know if she wanted to follow the voice. historically speaking, alessa had never known people to be particularly kind. whether she was a freak or a messiah, no one had really cared about her, the her in the center of it all. maybe she wanted to go back to sleep, to wrap the darkness back around herself like a blanket, a shield from the monsters, where nothing could reach her again, not even kind voices, tinged with the type of concern that alessa couldn't quite wrap her head around. who cared?

that was the thing about waking up from a deep sleep, she had never been able to pull it back once she'd lost it. she suddenly felt crushingly aware of her body, the sickeningly familiar weight of a mattress beneath herself, the real blanket that she had cocooned herself in somewhere along the way. she jolted upright, pulling the thin blanket to her chest as her head whipped from side to side, and it took her a second to realize that she didn't need to panic. she wasn't in the hospital like she'd first thought, but her old room, one of the few safe spaces she'd ever known. she wasn't hooked up to machines, her skin was pale and smooth, there was no antiseptic smell burning in her nose. she was free in her own body for the first time in maybe years.

still, there was a slight reason for her to worry, more specifically the stranger stood at the edge of her bed. she was pretty in a way that almost felt scandalous, and alessa couldn't tell if she was excited or frightened to meet a woman like this. it was exciting, to see someone wearing something so bright, even revealing, but she didn't know what to make of an outsider. she most definitely wasn't a part of the order, which was a massive relief in itself, but that didn't mean she was going to be nice. alessa guessed just about anything was better than the former inhabitants of the town though.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || ❝ Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. ❞ || @belovedweighed

❝ You could be forgiven for remembering your past experiences exactly as they happened, Maria. ❞

SHE WAS RIGHT - REFLECTION OFTEN BROUGHT WITH IT A RECONSIDERATION OF THE FACTS. A bereavement, the loss of a job, the ending of a friendship or relationship - with any event potentially serious enough to cause the psyche to enter a state of trauma, it was far harder to perceive it without imposing a heavy bias upon it. It only tended to be once the proverbial dust had settled, and once the mind had at least time to process, to begin the healing process, was there ever any chance of comprehending the circumstances in their entirety. With such comprehension usually came the glossing over of some of the more bitter details, perhaps in an attempt to plead ignorance, to pretend they'd never existed. In some cases, the idealist envision was simultaneously the easiest to move on from.

FOR MARIA, HOWEVER, HE WONDERED IF THIS PARTICULAR COPING MECHANISM WOULD HELP. After all, even from the perspective of one who had themselves had first-hand experience with the supernatural, she had been through a metaphorical - and literal - hell. That was the only real way to describe it. She'd showcased a particular resilience in the face of it, too - but she was human regardless. She wasn't going to recover from her ordeal overnight.

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@belovedweighed asked: ✪.

My muse would like too…

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date

.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.

✦ ✦✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse.

✧✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  go to a party with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  watch a movie with your muse

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  support your muse’s hobbies.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams

✧✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

❛[   ⊗ OLD PROMPT ≻ not accepting !

`AND SO A LULL HAD SETTLED OVER LIMBO. How unfortunate it was that when peace settled betwixt that ABOVE // AND BELOW // Angels and Daemon alike could suffer need for something to stir (OR AT LEAST THE DIVINE ATTENDANT COULD). Even more unfortunate Valtiel knew where to get their sources-- - and with the Angel about tranquility could not be assured.