#shctteredillusions

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     “Come on ...” Arms remain extended as she watches the infant make another attempt; their full little legs shaky but so far, they maintain a sense of balance. Slowly, one foot falls in front of the other. An expression of pure concentration echoing in all too familiar sea colored hues that look toward their mother. Incoherent words falling free but based on tone alone, the younger Juliani twin could tell her son was practically glowing with excitement. “You’re almost there, sweetheart!”

      Ah, she should have her phone out right now to record this! She needed to have this moment immortalized but -- oh she couldn’t dare look away! His adorable pink cheeks only growing in a deeper shade. His silly smile that revealed those growing teeth. His fingers ready to reach out to grab hold of her as he often did. How could her heart not melt for this adoring sight?! “Should we go show auntie Selestiana?” Soft giggles fall free from Bella’s chest as her arms scoop up the small boy; a myriad of kisses set against his warm face before standing from her spot. “... Or maybe we can just send you into daddy’s office to surprise him!”

          How’d he end up in a church to begin with? You’d think a proverbial God would believe in one– but he only seems to trust in the ones he’s personally met besides himself. A quiet notion, but one that crept up his spine and wrenched his heart in its claws; pain. Enduring so much, one was bound to have moments of rage and listless fury that sought a place to banish it. So he’d walked into a church. An odd course of action to take, but one he took because he wanted solace and quiet. A place far removed from his personal bullshit that fought to strangle his already tattered lungs. Yellow filled his vision in rays accompanied by orange and red hues however and he found himself looking for the person they belonged to. Citrine eyes locked onto another one, a soul whom was vast and yet tranquil despite it’s constant blinding fury within his mind’s eye. 

His abilities never truly shut off. his godhood a misfortune and burden he would forever regret not using sooner in most cases. What could he have done even so? Destroying was all he was good for. His rage doesn’t die but the words given distract him for a moment, long enough for him to think a little clearer. “Well yeah, we’d all be thrown int’a th’ second ice age an’ die without it so I mean– fair point I guess? Dunno what prompted y’ t’ say it though.” A shrug, he doesn’t care really. It’s just a means to an end, a momentary pause in otherwise endless thoughts. The man was far older than he looked, if the silver strands accompanying a twenty something year old face had anything to say for it. “Jus’ came in ‘ere f’er s’me peace an’ quiet.” Granted, that was probably the last thing an over-thinking, overzealous, over-everything person needed. 

moodboard meme || accepting

❤  for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse

“They were from two different worlds but upon meeting, they created their own path and had their own world. ”

“Well it didn’t feel great, I can say that. Not so much the lying part, but the way she looked when she said that. She seemed pretty sad--no, she was sad about what happened. And when it came to tears...I doubted I could stay upset about anything. So I pushed it aside, this ache somewhere in my chest. I couldn’t help this feeling of helplessness right then and I’m not sure if that comfort was for her or myself. What for? I couldn’t even tell you.” 

“You know, it’s strange. Thinking how it’s only been a few months since being on the run from this powerful entity of vampires and hiding out with that asshole, a former and yet still an asshole and Asame. It’s kind of weird to just be back to doing paperwork and compiling cases. It’s almost like a dream itself. Yeah, we were in danger and running from basically the vampire mafia but, strangely, it was fun.”

“What all I remember of it, at least,” Samir remarked, “It was a little touch and go with the whole sleep deprivation and lacking essence thing. It’s kind of how someone described a bender to me, going through that. Or being perpetually drunk. That sort of thing. Was not a fun thing to explain or show to my parents later but that’s...been dealt with.”

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