#fiinalgiirl

"I have to go take care of some business. I'll be back by dinner. I-" he hesitated for a moment, "I'll see you later." 

He should have told her that he loved her. He should have crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms back around her. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and slipped away before she could fully wake. What if she'd asked him to stay? It wasn't worth the risk.

Five years later. 

He's clawed his way out of Hell. To her. For her. Part of Val hopes that he won't find Rosie. Maybe she's moved on. Maybe she's even forgotten all about the man who vanished from her life without a goddamn trace. That would be for the best, wouldn't it? Still, the bigger part of him, the selfish part, wants her to have left the porch light on for him. 

The door opens and his heart shatters once more. He smiles. 

"That depends on who you ask," San replies thoughtfully, at last slowing his pace when he finds that he may have been walking a little too speedily. "I myself have such a direct connection with humankind that I'd much prefer being in a crowd here than sequestering myself at home. My twin on the other hand..." He gives a soft un-angelic snort and shakes his head. "I think he would prefer to remain in his reading room and only ever talk to me."

show lizerts???

look i’m not saying a tag for dad.dywise exists but i am and if you also hate yourself you should look at it

I don’t know why I suddenly have the motivation to answer things that have been sitting for over a year but that’s where we’re at this month apparently.1. To stop swearing. This is a me problem where it’s very clear that I went with a first draft. Mun swears a lot. Scousers using fuck as punctuation is no myth, so that’s what sounds like natural speech to me for any particularly passionate conversation. Antonia literally talks like she’s pg-13. She gets one F-Bomb for exceptional circumstances, not because she’s bothered by cursing herself, but because it’s one of the ways she manages other’s perceptions of her. 

@spliiit

@fiinalgiirl

@earnedthief

@uxbreakxble

@theirpaths

“No, no, don’t-- Don’t touch that, you’re doing it wrong.” The elder snapped, moving as quickly as he could to reach the grabby hands of the other. “These books are very fragile and very old and need to be treated with care.” He explains, gently taking hold of said book.