#southerngothics

Imogen: *resigned affection*

@rcppled / @southern-gothics​ said:

sacrifice ( oryn )

one-word prompts ( ALWAYS accepting )

you must understand the consequences of being who you are.

It took him a second to realize that he was indeed bleeding on the spot. His eyes looked down, brow already drawn in out of confusion, and he saw the cut on his pants that allowed red to seep out. “Aw, nuts,” Jack muttered, completely apologetic as he suppressed the urge to sigh.

Truth be told, there was more to it than just the gash. Half of his shirt was a goddamn mess; completed with a hole in the front of his shirt and a wide gap on the back. The bullet that had gone in went right through him, but he was still alive thanks to the stupid regenerating factor he had. Yet it seemed like the only rational reason came from his leg.

❛ &. ┊ The sigh he suppressed came over her parted lips instead, dainty fingertips clasping first round the shortly before lit joint in her teeth’s loose clasp before placing it in a nearby ashtray; head shook -- perhaps to hide the hint of irrational concern flickering through black eyes. She, after all, ought to know that no worry was unnecessary. But teeth bit down onto her lower lip nonetheless, feet carrying her figure over to where his wounded silhouette stood before hands could, unashamedly, carefully, grasp the hem of his shirt & pull it upward just enough for eyes to verify her assumption. A clenching of a jaw, fingertips raising his chin to tear his gaze off his injured lack & bring it onto her own almost puzzled features.

“Better now.” still not used to how much contact Pete was willing to give him Issac practically held his breath when the hunter got to close. The perfect rose color could have been noticed if not for the dim lighting that he had been occupying. Effortlessly Issac’s hand caught Pete’s wrist and his forehead pressed against the other. Mumbling better now a few more times, just to make that more convincing. 

There were analytics running in his head that were making him a little dizzy. The mission was almost done, he didn’t know what to tell Pete when he knew that very soon he’d probably have to leave. So instead he offered a tired smile and a soft kiss that lingered longer then he normally initiated. 

“Do you ..... want to eat in and watch a stupid movie? It’s almost Halloween.... we could watch Halloweentown.” His fingers tangled with Pete’s fingers. If he was normal. If he could be normal again he’d stay here or go where ever this cheerful ball of sunshine went. It just wasn’t something that would ever be in the cards. 

“We could make that gourmet popcorn that I saw on Pintrest. I sent you the recipe remember.” But he had yet to move away from that forehead touch, hadn’t looked Pete in the eyes and was only getting closer to him as his heart hammered away in his chest. 

@southern-gothics​ said:

👌 ( but also josiah )

send me a 👌for my muse to drunkenly confess something. ( accepting )

❛ &. ┊ “ So, what does she like -- present-wise? I thought travelling, perhaps, but I can’t buy her a trip ‘cross Europe for her birthday. That’s just... too much, too eager. ”

↪ @southern-gothics​ ASKED;;   ‘ i’ve checked out. i may be sitting in front of you, but i am not here anymore. i’m deceased. ’ 

    A tired, impatient gaze fell upon the other. If this was a joke, Clark clearly wasn’t amused. “You look lively enough to me.” he had half a mind to offer to help change that but chose to hold his tongue on account of finding the thought particularly rude. “My ghost quota for the month has already been filled, dear. I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else to haunt.”