#morzansson

y la memoria se queda mal puesta en mi piel. fingers trace over and over again , an endless mindless misery. as noting but the echos of memories dance like twelve princesses in the darkness behind tired eyes. every beat lash was a dangerous reminder , that not only was he too ( rash ) to complete any sort of task in an efficient manner. but the endless turmoil and misplacement that wrecked each individual brain cell was ( at the end of the day ) --- a tragedy. eduardo had lost himself at death , the fight of justice had left a body empty and depraved. gone & yet still here , a translucent version of what had once existed. visible to the naked eye , but wrong in so many ways. as if he were in fact , not quite human. which felt correct , as humans were never quite alone --- but the young mexican was somehow , always alone. fingers beating against the inside of his palms trace the same pattern , entierame en mi tiera.

eyes glaze over once again , lost in and endless slate of grey in his mind , that is until a voice as warm as the scorching desert sun fills his body with a warmth long gone. eyes dance over , tired eyes ; « me canso , can you please --- tell me where we're goin' ? te voy a matar , fuckin' gringo. »

@sakuraaeris1497 IMAGINE YOU ARE UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING AND MURTAGH, DESPITE HIS PAST, TRIES HIS BEST TO COMFORT YOU BECAUSE HE SECRETLY LIKES YOU. ERAGON EVEN JOINS IN BECAUSE HE VIEWS YOU AS A LITTLE SISTER.

Left Image from http://giphy.com/gifs/the-lord-of-rings-return-king-aragorn-D2Vg4ApoBpiwM

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@sakuraaeris1497 IMAGINE MURTAGH DEFENDING YOU FROM ANYONE WHO DARES TO INSULT YOU OR HURT YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM