#letnotbe

hephaestus does not know any other word to describe it :   it is not terror,   per se,    this fear that he has of her.   and it is not one born from any horrifying sensation,   either.    but he is   -    scared of her.   or perhaps he is scared of what their marriage means,   and what it must entail.   for how much can a marriage truly work if it is one born out of a demand,   and not   ...    not out of something they both truly wanted ?

yet,   hephaestus think,    she holds a mighty power over him anyways.   just as much as his mother had   -    is   -    even though hephaestus knows,   logically,   if he wills it,   whatever connection he has with them could be broken just like that.   he is not   ...    so heartless,   though.   and he is,   despite his ugliness and slowness,   desperate for any form of affection.

for any form that   ...   anyone could truly want him.

but the smith god thinks not of that.   he merely glances at her,   and then back to his laps.   his burly hands rest there on his knees   -    a steady thing,   it curls into fists.   

❝    this marriage   ...   ❞    he starts,   slow.

❝    if you do not  ...   wish so.   we do not have to   -   acknowledge it.   ❞  

While the spider bite may have given him enhanced strength, it certainly hadn’t given him a resistance to PAIN… Nor had it shielded him from getting hurt. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten himself hurt while busy being the friendly neighbourhood spiderman, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. He’d managed to get away afterwards to be by himself, take a breather, carefully sitting himself down, propped up against a wall. He also needed to take not of the injuries he’d sustained, and hope that there was nothing too SERIOUS.

“   now  that’s  a  face  i’m  always  happy  to  see.     rose  tyler,     it’s  been  too  long  since  i’ve  gotten  to  say  that.   ”

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          ❛ i know what that’s like, ❜     aloy says softly, looking over link’s face.     ❛ i know what it’s like to have to try and piece together the puzzle of your entire life, and to have do it all on your own. ❜

          she remembers all too well the struggles of finding every secret, every little detail hidden within the code of her own dna. she remembers how lonely it was having no one but herself to rely on.

          ❛ i don’t envy you. ❜

@letnotbe​ asked :  “ i know you’re not telling me the truth.” (from flesh!amy)

      𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋  ,     𝐒𝐎   𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 .           he’s   very   good    at   lying .    he’s   notoriously   hard   to   catch   out .     but   she   has   the   advantage   of   knowing   him  --   better   than   he   knows   himself  ,    in   fact  ,    as   is   the   gift   of   being   from   his   own   personal   future .      𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒   𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐘   𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒  :     finding   endless   amounts   of    ways   to   unfairly   challenge   him .     he   errs .    he   hesitates   a   moment   because   in   those   short   few   seconds   he’s   utterly   lost   for   words   in   the   sense   that   he   knows   there’s   absolutely   no   way   to   save   this   and   that   he’ll   just   have   to   tell   her   the   truth .     𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐋𝐈𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     she’ll   see   right   through   it .            so   with   a   small   sigh   of   defeat  ,     and   a   distracted   hand   lifting   to   push   a   loose   curl   from   his   face  ,      he   gives   in .