#dualgraced

hill house prompts || not accepting

      “It’s never enough though, is it?”

      You tried. That’s all he’s ever done with his life, really. Tried. Weighing the attempts against the successes is a futile effort -- the scales are forever imbalanced. The drive to always do what he believes to be write has netted him little but disappointment and death, with the effort of striving to live by that credo the only real thing he has to show for it. God, has Miles tried. Tried to tell the truth, tried to help people, tried to make a difference, tried to be a good son and a decent partner and--

      And where has any of it really gotten him? The life that he lives now -- if a life it can be considered at all -- is a far cry from the one he’d once imagined or wanted for himself. Fame and accolades had never been on his radar, but he could have lived happily with the self-satisfaction of a job well done. But he doesn’t even have that comfort. 

      After everything, Murkoff still exists, and Miles is still broken.

Bernie huffed out a breath, knocking his shoulder against Ivy's as he sat down next to her. He nosed her face in greeting, drawing his pierced lip against her cheek in place of a tongue.

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pristinepoison:

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This year was going to be different. Different school, different friends (if she managed to make any this time), different life. It took a lot of convincing to get her mother to let her transfer to a new school with just as prestigious of a chemistry lab as her last one.

But of course, Ivy wasn’t going to be able to just sit in the shadows and study. This year was going to be just as difficult as the last if the universe had anything to say about it.

She’d barely managed to avoid knocking over a display at the campus coffee shop before nearly corroding a door handle out of first day jitters. And now the entire class had it’s attention in her direction.

Following the papers, her gaze drifted up to the man in front of her, eyes pausing on the tattooed read out ‘00:00:00′ before frantically pulling up her sleeve to check hers, finding the same thing. She pushed up her glasses, cheeks burning bright red as she took the papers from him carefully. “S-Sorry…” It was all she could think to say. It hadn’t been a concern of hers since she was learning about it as a kid. And he didn’t exactly seem thrilled to find her.

It wasn’t that Warren wasn’t pleased, or at the very least curious. He was just sort of in shock. When was the last time he’d checked his clock? What would have happened if he had missed it? How could this stranger be his soulmate? Why did it have to be during his first day as a TA? “No. Uh-” He tried to find his voice again, “Don’t be.”

headcanons || accepting

      Poorly.

      Simply put, Miles is used to going it alone. He adapted to a loner’s lifestyle well before Mount Massive, and has made a point of avoiding personal relationships that run anywhere more than surface deep ever since. No one has taken care of him in years because no one has gotten close enough to have the opportunity. Besides, Miles would argue that sickness and injuries are a thing of the past – he doesn’t need to be looked after.

pristinepoison:

“Someone who knows they’re hot as fuck, duh.” She sighed, “Would you be more comfortable if I was down to my skivvies too?” Ivy could’ve walked naked into hotel and not batted an eye about it. Honestly, it would’ve been easier to distract the staff that way, making their goal a closer reality.