#markedwrath

@markedwrath asked: ❛ they feed on fear. ❜ ( joseph )

❝ no, ❞ he lies with no edge to his voice, only compassion. despite all that she's done, he keeps a gentle countenance, as if correcting a child that couldn't have known better. fear is a tool that they use to draw people in, but he believes wholeheartedly that people have a reason to be afraid. not of him ( unless they cross the project. unless they wound his flock ), but of the world that will no doubt kill all of them. maybe it'll drain them dry, tear their spirits apart before abandoning them, hungry, forgotten, and on the edge of collapse. and shouldn't they fear that more than those who were desperately trying to save them. they took them by force because they didn't know what was good for them.

joseph is aware of the violence he spreads in the name of the voice. and while his message is one of love and acceptance, it is also one of violence and retribution. the voice is not a kind, gentle god.

❝ they don't. we don't. but if you mean the world? if you mean the power structure that means to crack our spines and dampen our spirits? they do feed on your fear. people assume we want to be feared, but they misunderstand our purpose. like children afraid of discipline, because they don't understand the danger they're in. ❞

joseph crosses towards her, palms outstretched before gently clasping her face. she has left blood and flames and ash throughout hope county, left her footprints near the bodies of his flock, but still, he shows no fear. god would let her destroy everything. but he would not let her destroy him.

❝ i don't want you to fear. i want you to be safe. ❞

( @markedwrath asked: "If you mess up my tattoos with your fake ink bullshit, I'm going to be furious." ( to john )

he has half a mind to fuck them up — out of pure spite. instead, he tightens his grip on her shoulder, slamming it down against the floor in emphasis. he leans down, tattoo gun held still in his free hand while he addresses her, breath against her ear, ❝ hold still or i'm going to outline each one with a fucking knife, ❞ he threatens, though when he lifts his head, releasing his grip to brush fingertips over the crooked beginnings of wrath.

“good  sense  of  humor,  dirty  mind  and  a  beautiful  heart.  deadly  combination.”  / /   NSFW PINTEREST STARTERS  

   For all its faults, Hope County was quite BEAUTIFUL. The air smelled crisp and fresh most of the time, and on mornings like this, it was quiet and peaceful. Aurora hadn’t thought she’d stay here that long, truth be told, but thus far she had unironically felt safe here. Which told you enough about her situation, if Hope County felt safer than anywhere else.

   Still, Aurora’s heart had always been in the right place, and joining the resistance was a no brainer for her. Her powers ever developing, it hadn’t been too difficult to make people believe she had always been here. No one was too suspicious of her, and therefore had no reason to distrust her. It made her feel a little dirty, but in the long run, it meant she’d live, and in the meantime, she could help these people out.

   Laurel was new to their flock, she had heard the story of her and the other police officers coming in to arrest Joseph Seed. Foolish, but Aurora admired the effort. She admired Laurel in general. She had a lot of FIRE in her, if anyone was going to take care of this mess, it would be Laurel.