#fvith

inbox cleaning // @fvith

HE SCOFFS AT HER, as if that’s the most bizarre, uncouth thing she could have possibly said to him. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, hands shaky from withdrawal ( how many times has he been through it now? A dozen times? ). He shakes his head at her, refusing to meet her gaze. 

Part of him knows that she’s right, that he really is brave for trying to get sober again, over and over, despite almost unavoidable relapse eventually. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second if he’s pushed in the wrong direction. 

     “What do you know about bravery?”

He flicks the cigarette aside, ember striking the concrete and cascading into sparks like a firework. 

Hope  County  resembles  quick  sand,   the  more  a  body  struggles,   the  more  the  body  is  pulled  under  /  sticky,   dirty,   suffocating.    It’s  too  late  now,   Tracey  should  have  walked  away  before  her  arms  were  under  the  quick  sand.    She  can’t  pull  herself  out  now.    Dark  eyes  just  stare  ahead.    She  might  be  able  to  pull  herself  out  of  the  bliss,   but  it’s  far  more  addicting  than  cocaine  has  ever  been.    It  could  be  mistaken  for  weed,   if  Tracey  could  only  move.

“    Please,    ”       Tracey’s  single  word  lingers,   just  like  she  was  planning  on  adding  more  to  that;    she  was.    It  was  going  to  be  Rachel.    The  name  Faith  no  longer  likes  to  hear.    Tracey  isn’t  SOFT,   but  that  doesn’t  mean  she  doesn’t  get  to  be  observant.   That  doesn’t  mean  she  isn’t  kind  or  she  doesn’t  care.    She  just  chooses  to  be  course  so  her  kindness  can’t  be  used.    Just  like  Rachel’s  kindness  was  always  used  &  there  was  nothing  Trace  could  do  about  that  but  give  empty  words.    She  should  have  left  after  Rachel  became  Faith.

[     Maybe  Tracey  was  staying  because  she  missed  Rachel.    Maybe  she  was  hoping  Rachel  would  still  show  up  to  talk.    ]

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 ?? at this point nothing short of a miracle would relieve them all from the hell they’ve created around themselves  .  his own came in the form of joseph yanking him from the throws of his own bad decisions , 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 and bringing paul here .  that was his miracle  .  now ,  he’s trying to help his family find their own . in the same breath , the resistance needs aid in finding their own  .  they all need to be touched by the hands of 𝔾𝕆𝔻 if they have a prayer of finding themselves the peace they so deserve  . 

blue eyes filled with nothing but love and concern , glimpse upon his sister  .  she is obviously troubled and 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 wants nothing more than to ease her pain  . ❝  your miracle will come  .  you’ll see . our prayers do not fall on deaf ears , sister  .  our time will come but we have to be willing to accept the change that needs to happen for it to happen  .  don’t you see  ??  we can’t keep going the way we have been  . ❞  the change has to start with their family otherwise the outlook and hope won’t be much at all  . 

Violent Muse Reaction Prompts

    “I-I don’t sound like that.” It wasn’t a weak defense, it was just the truth. There were times where...sometimes facades and appearances faded away. Sometimes Faith’s kindness had been exploited for too long, and that vitriol could be seen. And she was right. She had every right to be angry. She had every right to be furious. With everything she said she went through, she had every reason to be angry. Just...Staci wished that today, he wasn’t on the receiving end of a bitter mockery of his voice.

Is that where he was now?

A hand raises to his eyes, rubbing them furiously as the other braces against a nearby tree; he hisses between his teeth and looks up again. A fog was surrounding him even thicker than it had before. Hector didn’t like it. Only now....only...

There was a woman standing ahead of him, looking at him just as curiously. 

“Where the hell am I?” His tone, against his will, lacks the usual spite and snarl that normally incorporated itself. “What is this place?”