#suntched

　　　　 @suntched​ sent:  ❝ did i survive? no, i assure you, i am still very much in hell. ❞

　　　　Chrissy nodded, not quite sure how to reply to the other’s words. In all honesty, there was a part of her that knew exactly what the other meant. After — barely — escaping the curse, or whatever was the term those kids had decided to use to describe what had happened to her, she hadn’t felt like much of a survivor either. She hadn’t talked about it to anyone — not even Kendall, to be honest —, but it was like a part of her had been left behind in the process. If surviving meant remaining whole, then Chrissy was very much sure that she wasn’t quite there yet. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the creature, she heard its voice... It was the same with the flashbacks of her mom even though she was staying at Kendall’s place now. Demons still lingering around her, was that the hell Charlie was talking about? She even still felt pain in her fixed arm from time to time. « Do you think that’s what surviving means, though? » Grey-blue eyes looking up at the other, like anyone could give her an answer like that. « Learning to live in hell, going forward even though we’re scarred? »

the   span   of   a   decade   loomed   over   them,   shadowing   and   stilting   what   used   to   be   bright   and   easy.   steve   finds   himself   somewhere   caught   between   the   ache   in   his   chest   and   not   knowing   how   to   fix   what   had   been   broken   between   them.   there   was   no   way   to   get   back   all   the   years   that   had   been   stolen.   it   was   a   thought   that   kept   recycling   itself,   coming   to   the   forefront   of   his   mind   again   and   again   without   any   hope   of   resolution.   she'd   taken   him   in   at   least,   let   him   explain   everything,   but   the   truth   wasn't   a   balm   to   reopening   wounds.   if   anything   it   left   more   questions   between   them   than   it   answered.   

DEEPER CONVERSATION PROMPTS

“  to really know yourself…i think that will always be more important than whether not anyone else knows you.  ‘cause there’s always going to be pieces of yourself you keep from the world.  and only you can understand them.  ”

┖ ☀*.:｡⋞ @suntched​ / @bladedglory​

               clark  remained  silent  as  he  mulled  over  her  words.  he  knew  what  she  meant.  after all,  who  knew  he  was  superman?  who  knew  the  ins  and  outs  of  his  being  other  than  himself?  no  one.  alone  in  the  universe,  last  of  his  people...  not  a  single  soul  here  could understand  that  part  of  him...  not  truly  in  the  way  he  hoped. 

              for  a  moment,  he  let  the  somber  look  fall  on  his  face  with  eyes  that  saw  more  than  he’d  ever  care  to  admit.  finger  pressed  against  the  bridge  of  his  nose  and  pushed  the  glasses  up  into  place. 

              ❛  i  don’t  know...  sounds  kind  of...  ❜  lonely. 

                fingers  laced  together  in  his  lap,  thumbs  alternating  against  each  other  in  its  own  private  game  of  thumb  wars.  gaze  lifted  to  look  at  her  closely,  wondering  what  kind  of  secrets  she  kept  to  herself.  the  absolute  radiance  that  pulsed  off  of  her  and  into  his  very  being  told  him  she  had  many. 

morning, sunshine.

His brow arched up, a genuine smile tugging at the Scotsman’s lips which was only emphasized by his dimples. “Someone seems to be in a good mood.” He replied as he walked up to the smaller figure but kept a polite distance. “Unless you’re bein’ sarcastic with me, hard to tell sometimes.” He shrugged before leaning his large frame against the nearby wall. “But I’ll play along and assume you’re bein’ nice and in a good mood.” Alec decided to say with a nod mainly to show himself what he had decided on. “So, what’s got you in the mood, hm?” He questioned, half leaning down a bit so he didn’t have to talk too loud. “Didn’t even know you were here if I’m bein’ honest.” 

『 🌙  』 "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “

he  was  fishing,  she  knew  he  was.  and  normally,  she  wouldn't  humor  him  because  he  should  know  better,  but  maybe  it  was  the  cocky  expression  on  his  features  or  the  way  he  had  come  into  her  space  while  asking  but  she  had  to  make  her  husband  work  for  the  answer  he  wanted.

"  я  не  знаю,  любовь.  я  как  бы  уже  разбил  это  за  десятилетия  ...  возможно,  придется  пройти.  "

if  there  was  ever  a  time  natasha  didn't  want  to  smash  her  husband,  she  was  probably  dead.  no,  she  would  be  dead.  because  LOOK  at  him.  who  wouldn't  want  to?

frustration   makes   him   gruff,      hands   itching   to   put   a   fist   in   someone's   face.      it's   only   the   poised   and   beautiful   woman   at   his   side   that   helps   him   stay   grounded.      ❝   tony   vouched   for   them,   ❞      the   words   were   empty   now,      since   they   already   knew   how   the   story   ended.   instead   of   a   clean   job,      they   had   a   trail   of   mess,      and   since   he'd   been   the   one   to   recruit   them…      the   clean-up   would   be   on   him.      ❝   i'm   going   to   fix   this,   ❞      anger   still   seeps   between   the   words,      but   it's   set   to   simmer   for   the   time   being.   

a   plan   was   already   starting   to   form   along   the   edge   of   his   thoughts.      a   stop   by   tony's   place   wasn't   ranking   very   high   on   the   priority   list,      but   he'd   get   a   piece   of   aurie's   mind   before   the   night   was   over   and   maybe   a   broken   nose   for   good   measure.      ❝   you   go,      get   ready   for   dinner,      and   i'll   meet   you   at   the   restaurant.   ❞      he'd   made   the   reservations   weeks   in   advance,      needed   to   scope   out   their   next   job.      he'd   planned   to   make   sure   it   wasn't   just   work   related,      but   now   his   focus   for   the   evening   had   shifted.   

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

↳ @suntched​​ sent  ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . / from charlie (its probably burned)