#timendeath

❝   god,       you   look   so   good   like   this.   ❞       +       kiss:   for   one   muse   to   kiss   the   other   one   as   they   initially   slip   inside   them.   :)   -   @timendeath   &   wanda.       let   them   have   FUN.

❝   i   don’t   like   you.       i   just…       don’t   want   you   to   get   hurt.       that’s   all.   ❞

𝓈𝒽𝑒   𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈   𝓉𝒽𝑒   𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈   𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀   𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉,       settle   somewhere   heavy   in   her   chest,     right   next   to   all   the   other   things   she   pretends   don’t   hurt   anymore.     ❝   you   don’t   have   to   like   me,   ❞       she   says   finally,       voice   low,       almost   careful,     like   if   she   speaks   too   loudly   she’ll   crack.     ❝   people   usually   stop   long   before   that.   ❞       her   gaze   drifts   away   from   him,       green   eyes   unfocused,       caught   on   the   quiet   truth   she   never   says   out   loud.     how   everyone   seems   to   stand   a   little   farther   back   now.       how   the   space   around   her   has   grown   wider   with   every   loss,       every   mistake,     every   rumor   of   what   she’s   capable   of.

❝   i   think…       this   is   what   i   do   now.   ❞       a   bitter   breath   leaves   her.     ❝   i   don’t   mean   to,     but   i   become   something   people   have   to   protect   themselves   from.       something   dangerous.   ❞       she   swallows,       shoulders   drawing   in   on   themselves.     ❝   so   when   you   say   you   don’t   want   me   to   get   hurt,   ❞       her   voice   falters   just   enough   to   give   her   away,     ❝   all   i   hear   is   that   i’m   already   halfway   gone.   ❞       wanda   looks   back   at   @timendeath   then,       eyes   shining   but   unbroken.     ❝   i   don’t   blame   you.   ❞       a   pause.     ❝   i’m   just   tired   of   being   the   reason   people   leave…   ❞

❝   frisbee   time!     kinky!   ❞

slowly , painstakingly, you extricate yourself from your vantage - point: DROPPING IN FRONT OF @timendeath with a soft thump . it's shoulders are unnaturally tense - trembling , a dam that's stood the test of time on the verge of shattering . & so, you approach james " bucky " barnes with caution - CLAWED HANDS STRETCHING OUT , IN OFFERING & TO COMFORT.

" hey ----- " you must sound so unnaturally serious - gentle, warm , pieces of dr. blair-takenaka hotaru bubbling to the surface of the spider-spark façade. ( in this instance , the façade is ill-suited for this particular task - so you shelve it, along with the myriad masks of other 'you's' that form barricades around your bleeding heart. ) " --- c'mere. i got you."

❝   have   you   ever   looked   at   the   sky?   ❞ 

Send me    “ what happened to you? “    for your muse to find mine bandaging up a wound. 

She hadn't heard him enter. That much was obvious from the way her shoulders shot up to her ears, recoiling away from the direction of the door... until her wide-eyed gaze landed on him and she calmed instantly. ( A better reaction than he'd get if it were anybody else. Half a life spent in homes destroyed in one form or another was a good way to make someone rather fidgety. )

"I-Nothing!" ...Nothing must've been new slang for ugly, purple bruises engulfing the ankle she'd been trying - and failing - to wrap up. Did you even wrap a sprained ankle? She didn't know, but it seemed like the best idea at the time, and Maelle wasn't exactly feeling the greatest after trekking all the way home on it. Useless.

After a moment of awkwardly fiddling around, Maelle let the gauze clatter onto the chair beside her. Eyes drifted to the floor, and she tried to pretend like his worry didn't radiate off him in waves. At least, she could expect that much.