Mar 18, 2015
distortedparadox asked: knock knock its knuckles ---- knock knuckles
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distortedparadox asked: knock knock its knuckles ---- knock knuckles
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power to you dude, they sound super manipulative imo and even though it may hurt for a while it'll be alot better in the long run & youl be happier. realizing what you did takes alot and youre fully aware that you'll get over it in time & i applaud you for that c:
thanks dude.
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this is awesome!! I WANT TO SLAP MY DAD WHILE LISTENING TO THIS
distortedparadox said: happy birthday!!!!!!
imgayforshiek said: heyyyy happy birthday!! ^.^
I miss my gabe ;-;
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What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
“Go away—go away,” he implored through his sobs; the new wing, in all its elegance—that contradicted its tattered, old counterpart—drew around him, just as the other did: they mimicked a barrier, albeit one that shook with every sob of the baby Archangel. “I don’t—I can’t talk about big brother,” Not anymore. “He’ll hurt me.”
Gabriel won.
The mere utterance of the name was enough to send a quiver through the baby Archangel’s gut; the lower of cupid lips trembled, his sharp features contorting in the efforts to maintain his composure; he could not. Instead, he permitted his body to recede until it met the corner of the walls where his legs buckled beneath him. There he sat with knees pressed to his chest, shoulders shuddering with the sheer force of his repressed cries. His hands cupped his face, into which he allowed himself to weep. He’d have been lying if he’d said that even so much as uttering the name frightened him.
“I—I don’t want to talk about big brother anymore.” he sobbed.
I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. I love you.. maybe in another life Gabe and Thaddaeus could have been friends. Maybe in another life they could have been real brothers.
{I love you and you're actually perfect okay, thank you. *curls up around and sobs* Maybe. Just maybe. And maybe one day Thaddaeus'll be able to embrace big brother again and say 'I love you' and mean it... just like he used to when he was a baby angel.}