#cthlicdevil

      Matt didn’t bother to worry about the curtains in his home for obvious reasons. John wasn’t upset when the morning sunlight hit him in the face like a scornful slap, but by no means did he like it. He groaned, buried his face in a pillow, and felt mortified. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten so drunk that he’d been out before midnight. Blame the nightmares that he’d been trying to blot out, but it wasn’t as though they were ever truly horror show symbolism. The worst were memories, caught in a loop with no way out. 

     Nonetheless, he should have left to be self-destructive on his own, not drag Matt into it.

it really says something about marvel's inconsistent writing when matt is more accurate than a damn shield file : /

                       𝐀  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐘𝐄𝐓  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇  𝐎𝐅  𝐀  𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍   ,    life’s  essence  dripping  upon  hues  of  swirling  blue    &    twinkling  constellations  like  ink  in  a  well  of  water   -----   &   there  is  sorrow  laden  in  those  stars  which  soon  drift  away.     though  vanish  into  heavenly  cloak  slender  hand  does  not.     instead  the  universe  takes  the  other’s  hand  laid  limp  among  vibrant  wild  grass   &   buttercups   &   holds  it  between  both  their  own  rested  upon  crossed  legs.

chin  dips  ,   radiant  orbs  where  eyes  would  be  dim  until  gone , &   all  falls  silent.

it  was  a  war  to  have  ended  wars.    spanning  but  a  few  weeks   &   yet ;   how  many  lives  were  snuffed  out  swift  as  breeze  through  a  candle  flame  innocent  or  otherwise  death  did  not  care  ,   a  conflict  spanning  civilization  after  civilization  ,   the  heaviest  of  tolls  it  took  to  bring  about  its  end.    one  of  the  greatest  heroes  the  cosmos  has  ever  known  lost  to  OBLIVION.    but  not  this  one  ,   not  again  eternity  thinks   &   it  is  painfully  difficult  not  to  let  stardust  slip  free  as  they  feel  every  soul  to  have  perished  ,   the  sacrifice  made  by  the  man  teetering  between  here   &   the  afterlife   &   every  life  his  selfless nature  saved.

Everyone who does evil hates The Light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed.   /   JOHN  3 : 19 - 20

     HERA KOSTOPOULIS RECEIVED AN ASK   /   ↺ @cthlicdevil​ , MEME. 13. an interrupted kiss .

FRIDAY NIGHT’S RITUAL ENDED JUST AS SHE HAD HOPED ― with laughter muffled upon each other’s lips, eager and greedy hands venturing over their bodies, searching for entry -- beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, beneath the smooth satin of her dress. date night had hours left, kids tucked away in beds miles away -- the apartment was theirs for the evening, and matt often made a habit of filling it’s halls with hera’s songs...

she gasps as back is pressed to the door, hand fumbling blindly behind her, searching for the knob, as lips met and tongues danced -- hungry for a taste. it was almost too easy to ignore the heads that turned as they stumble inside, matt’s lips her favorite distraction -- like a dream, she is lost to his fantasy, every whim, every desire... fingers begin their work, unfastening the buttons upon his shirt, humming as he whispers her name -- lulling her to a stop.