#itsbad

Summary: You created perfection—crafted beauty with your own hands. Yet, as he gazes at her creation with adoration, a question lingers in the shadows of your mind: If he saw the real me, would his eyes still shine the same? Trapped between reality and illusion, she clings to a love that was never hers, haunted by a truth she refuses to face. Warning: I apologize for any mistakes. Firstly, I dont even have the game, so I'm sorry if it's not what you expected it to be. This one is bad for sure. It's my first time posting something here;-; don't get mad if it's bad. If it's bad just dm me;-; what I can do to make it better.

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caveira from R6S (rainbow six siege)

Inspired by Loki (marvel)

I know it's not professional.I can say it even childish but I love it

And I love Loki.

We watched Thor: Dark World

in class and I was soooo00 happy

     “Hey,” a soft voice cut through the cool breeze. Zachariah looked up to be greeted by two amethyst colored eyes peeking through the golden colored locks. “Mind if I join you?” she lifted up her skirt and slowly started to lean back and sat down next to him, using the sturdy oak tree behind her as support. She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her head on them. “Long day, huh,” Marilla asked. A grunt came out from his direction as he stared off into the horizon, as his two-toned eyes stared at the sun, which was punching out from his day job and slowly started to sink, letting the moon take the night shift. “Wanna talk about today?” she asked, hoping to start a conversation about the visions that he saw. Instead of giving a coherent answer he just shook his head from side to side, not once looking away from the setting sun. A sigh escaped the telekinetic girl as she realized one thing. There was no hope in trying to get him to open up to her. Ever since the death of Keegan, he was even more reserved than he usually was. Even though it wasn’t his fault, he still refuses to let anyone else take the blame. Once more, she tried again “Look, Zach, I get it. Your upset. But-” her words were cut short,” Do you!” he shouted.

     She fell back, shocked by his unexpected outburst. “You say you do, but I don’t really think you do Marilla,” he claimed, looking directly at her. It was almost impossible not to see the small drops of tears that were beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. “You weren’t there! You have no idea! He gave me his hand to save my pathetic self and I-I…I looked at him,” his voice cracked, “I always told him and myself, never look into my eyes, ever. He didn’t listen. And now because he decided to save a waste of space like me, he’s gone!” he slowly started to rise from where he was sitting and paced around trying to gather his thoughts before he completely lost his composure. “Zach?” she called out. The back of his hands was used to wipe the tears that were slowly starting to stream down his face as he turned his back to her. The two teammates stayed in silence, not sure as of what to say to the other. An eerie silence fell on them. The only noise that filled the heavy atmosphere was the conversation between crickets and the humming of fireflies from a few paces away. Marilla looked away, not sure whether to comfort him or to leave him be. Looking at her hands, she hoped that maybe he would be the first to say something.

     A sudden loud thud made itself known. Followed by another. Than another. She turned to Zach to see his fist making contact with the tree next to him. Tears were streaming, lips trembling, he let his anger out on the trunk next to him. She quickly scrambled to her feet and climbed her way to him. “Zach, calm your ass down!” she screamed as she reached out for him. She grabbed his arm as he was about to go for another swing at the tree, stopping him. “Jesus Christ, stop it you dumbass! Don’t put yourself in pain for something that wasn’t your fault! You’re scaring me!” she exclaimed. At her words he stood there, frozen in place. Choked sobs were erupting out of his throat and nose running he holds onto her hand and turns around. “I shouldn’t be here. Keegan should be standing here instead of me. He should have let me go. If he did, he-he would- he would still- be here,”. He swiftly turned around and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze. Not being one for showing affection this publicly, this took Marilla as a shock. A few moments of this new version of Zach settled in she replied, “You knew Keegan. He would willingly go out of his way to help strangers on the street. What did you think he was gonna do when his best friends life was on the line?” she slowly bound her arms around him and rested her forehead on his chest. Both stood there in another moment of silence as he let out all his tears and frustrations. “I’m cursed. The Oracle of Destiny said so. I’m gonna bring despair to everyone around me. I’m just a waste of space,”. She runs her nimble fingers through his snow-like hair, “you know for a fact that’s not true. You’re the one who got the whole team out of the blizzard. And when Landon needed help getting out of that whirlwind, you were there to save his ass. And don’t even make me mention shimmering falls,” she said. He nuzzled into her neck further, trying to hide his sobs as much as humanly possible. “And you saved me from everything. You could have pushed me away but, you accepted me when no one else would,”. His grip tightened on her once more. Almost as if he thought that if he let her go, even for a split second, she would disappear from his life, never to be seen again.

     “Can I ask you something?” he said, voice muffled against her shoulder. Her ears perked up,”Yea. Whats up?” she answered. He lifts his face off of her shoulder and looks directly at her, pools of red staring deeply into seas of purple. “H-how did you do it?” he asked vaguely. She tilts her head in confusion. “How did you get through…life? I mean you’ve been abused, hurt, betrayed, and used by the people you thought that you could trust your entire life. Yet, you wake up every morning with a smile,” he lets one arm leave her waist and uses his hand to wipe off a tear that threatened to fall off his chin, “aren’t you upset with how everything turned out for you? For us?” he asked. She started to think about his words in her brain, wracking it for an answer. “Well,” she started,” maybe because I’m such an optimist but here’s how I think of it. Life’s being a bitch to me because it wants me to be upset. So I’m going to be a bitch back by telling life to fuck off by being happy,” she answered with a beaming smile placed on her face.

     That damned smile.

     That smile that seems to make his day brighter.

     That smile that seems to make all his problems go away.

     That smile that could make anyone smile back.

     That smile that could save anyone.

     That smile that always seems to save him from himself.