#hcartsicks

deadass every time they blink in the show it looks like a Choice and not a subconscious gesture

𝙰  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳  𝚄𝙿  𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : OPEN

12.    a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

                                    there was incense in the air . the scent of smoke and cedar prevailed even though they both stood in a bus stop in the middle of what could only be described as NOWHERE . nothing grew there : only sharp mean things whose sole purpose was to make the life of any texan stubborn enough to settle down in that area VERY UNPLEASANT . love wasn’t a word that would come to anyone’s mind when looking at that dusty landscape. but with bilquis there, everything shifted . the setting sun clawed bright orange wounds into the sky and the harsh wind turned into a gentle breeze that caressed shadow’s skin so carefully he thought it might have been his mother. that cruel place had turned into something beautiful.

                                shadow was embarrassed when realizing how much he had thought about that moment. he might even have dreamt about it at some point ; she, all dressed in red and with her thick black hair falling down her back, kissing him upon silk sheets while someone burned candles in her name … shadow knew how to pronounce it now. he had learned what she did , WHAT SHE COULD DO. he would make sure never to forget it again . the ex-con was sure buying her a one way bus ticket to wyoming had been his idea but , the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if it hadn’t been WEDNESDAY the one putting this idea in his head. he seemed to do that a lot lately .       ❝    here.   ❞      shadow said, holding a handful of fifty dollar bills wrapped up in a rubber band.      ❝    it’s gonna get cold soon. make sure you keep warm.  ❞     

                                 the bus appeared in the distance. it was the only thing, besides the two of them, making any sound. her hand touched his face. and when she leaned in, shadow lowered his head to meet her lips. it wasn’t like what he had dreamt it to be. there was always something unkind about the bilquis that rose from the red sands and lured him into her bed. always fire threatening to lick at his flesh and burn it right off the bone. but this was different. they pressed their lips together and shadow couldn’t find any fear in him. just a strange misplaced PITY for a woman as thorn as bilquis. unhappy in modernity, dead in the past ... he shut his eyes and placed a hand on her waist. shadow didn’t fear her   ━━    he feared FOR HER. the goddess’s mouth lingered there for too long and shadow knew that, if he allowed this farewell to extend itself any further, he might find himself TRAPPED IN A FAR MORE COMPLICATED ORDEAL than the one he was already involved in. the hand on her waist tightened its grip, urging her to stop. they both pulled away. 

nonverbal starters | accepting

           ( 🌸Put a flower in my muse’s hair )

‘ This an attempt at bringing out my delicate side? If so, I gotta say, my days of rolling through flowerbeds and making daisy chains has long since past…you’re a few centuries too late, darlin’..’ The flower remained where it was however. The Leprechaun making no real move to dislodge the foliage. Unbothered by the new decoration. Despite the bright pink of the petals standing out in a way that made it impossible to miss by anyone looking. Sweeney merely snubbing out his cigarette, crushing it against his palm, the end snuffed with a hiss. Wiping the ash away on the leg of his pants. Pitifully smoking bud of the white cylinder flicked aside. 

Lips pulling into an amused half-smirk and eyes levelling on his company again as he let the last of the tobacco smoke out in a long swirl. Head turned slightly so as not to direct it on the goddess. ‘ Could’a picked a better fuckin’ hue though. Pink tends to clashes with this hair color. ’

❝      &     —–         —-        –    𝐀𝐒     𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆    𝐀𝐒    𝐈𝐓    𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃    𝐁𝐄  .  ,     ❞     mindless        curiosity       has        led       to      explorations        that        𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁       doubts      will      satiate      𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚈                                 &                       《         hence,  the   reason   for   hint   of   cheshire    smirks   that   linger   ‘pon   lineaments.         》             but         remains         shrouded      ,        ❝     ..     SEE ,   HATE  ?      —–         —-        –     . ,       𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐧'𝐭    𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞    𝐡𝐞𝐫      ,       𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬    𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲    𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠    !          ,       &           oh ,      so          TEMPTING  .       it        appears       whatever      she’s       caught       in       her         grasp  ,      𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲       𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲       𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬          𝐬𝐡𝐞        𝐥𝐞𝐭       𝐠𝐨 .                           perhaps ,    you’re    unconvinced ,               &               doubt     her .       . . .     but    i    most    certainly   𝚍𝚘   𝚗𝚘𝚝 .     ❞ 

media as a character is so fuckin dope bc,,,they’re objectively cool but also conceptually terrifying