#ouchies!

Devoured by shadows

Sister: ohhhhh dont like that reaction

Me: dont worry about it

Sister: does she die?

Me: no

Sister: do we wish she did?

Me: would have been less sad

Sister: ...omg she gets syphilis!

Me: worse

Patron saint of lost faith. Patron saint of leaving it by the roadside, of it slipping out of your fingers, of searching and searching. Patron saint of yearning for it back, of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it, losing it anyway. Saint of lost faith, not the saint of getting it back.

Tagged by @therebetterbepie

Thank you for the tag @bokatan!

Here is a Drabble that I am planning on polishing up at some point but y’all can have a taste of the raw angst first :3c

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“Summer, we’re all grateful for what you’ve done for the vault…”

There was a pause, the pained look on Amata’s face made Summer want to reach out and comfort her, but she knew what was coming. Summer’s blood started to run cold, her heart sinking deeper within, enveloping in a pool of rage that was quickly boiling.

“…But there are still many here who blame you for everything that’s happened… So I have to ask you to leave— I’m sorry but—“

“You’re sorry?” Summer’s raised voice echoed throughout the vault hallways. “I just saved everyone in the vault from your fucking jackass of a father, and you’re kicking me out!?” Summer stared Amata down, her emerald eyes boring into Amata’s hazel ones.

Amata had shrunk back slightly when Summer had started yelling. She had never been on the receiving end of Summer’s ire, always behind her, always safe. Summer turned to pace, kicking a chair all the way across the room. She had never seen Summer this upset, doubt and fear began to creep into her mind, but she needed to stand firm and tall if she was going to be the Overseer.

“Summer—“ The pinkette looked at Amata, tears in her hurt, broken, sad eyes. “You know I love—“

“Don’t.” Summer cut her off with a wave of her hand. Her palm began to bleed from how much she was digging her nails into it.

“You don’t get to love me anymore. You’re choosing everyone else over me. Everyone else over your fucking girlfriend who was quite literally chased out of the vault and into the fucking wasteland, with no food, water, shelter. Do you know how fucking awful it is out there? No, of course you don’t— Too busy playing house in this fucking cage.” She gestured all around her.

“I have dreamed of you,” Summer’s voice trembled, dropping to almost a whisper. “Almost every night. I dreamed of coming home and having you in my arms again…” Summer turned to leave, tears streaming down her face.

“Please, wait—“

Summer ripped her arm away before stepping forward, face inches from Amata’s, rage taking over again.

confess your secrets to me and i’ll tell you what you need to hear

                    this does not have to be the end of you

you did not deserve that, you did not deserve any of that. one of these days you will feel safe again, you will open your heart and you will find it everywhere. do not be afraid - there is so much love and warmth searching for a way to get to you.

tagged by: @shieldretired​  (this hurt my heart--i thought we were friends! :P)