#uncleanking

            “  𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚡  this  dynamic  of  who’s  tormenting  who,  sammy.  it   seems  to  be  in  reverse.  ”

            𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷,  staining  the  dark  marble  floor  underneath.  bones  crack  under  the  pressure  of  the  archangel's  grace,    some  of  the  joints  bent  in  unnatural  ways  as  the  vessel  attempts  to  settle  to  its  host  without  falling  apart.     ( oh,   re-possessing  the  same  vessel  after  being  brought  back  was  stupid,  wasn't  it? )     he  didn't  have  the  time  to  gain  the  consent  of  another  human    ––    such  a  hassle.  

            a  scoff  causes  more  blood  to  pool  out,   almost  an  impossible  amount  as  it  pools  at  his  feet,    dark  and  clumped,    the  vessel  vomiting  out  its  last  bits  of  humanity.     “   i  won't   grace   you  with  an  answer,   ”     he  doesn't  have  an  explanation,    not  a  sensible  one.  it  isn't  the  first  time  he's  been  put  together  by  an  unknown  force.  well,  he  had  an  idea  ––  one  that  rivalled  the  impossibility  of  this.

𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞   𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.   /   𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔   !

@uncleanking   whispered   ::   "   don't   make   a   big   deal   out   of   this.   you   like   hugs,   right   ?   so...   here's   a   hug.   "

'   𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞   𝐚   𝐛𝐢𝐠   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥   𝐨𝐮𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   '   she   repeats   in   her   mind   like   a   mantra.   ❝   you   make   me   sound   so   ridiculous   !   ❞   a   contradictory   ,   (   extra   )   dramatic   eye   roll   follows.   truly   —   it   wasn't   a   big   deal   ,   or   at   least   it   shouldn't   have   been.   she   knew   that   if   she   made   a   big   deal   about   it   ,   it   would   significantly   decrease   her   chances   of   getting   another   hug   in   the   future.   there   was   something   about   receiving   one   from   someone   who   didn't   often   show   comfort   &   affection   in   a   physical   form   (   or   any   form   ,   for   that   matter   )   .   cautious   not   to   ruin   the   moment   any   further   ,   she   steps   forward   slowly   and   opens   her   tiny   arms   for   him.   their   height   difference   makes   it   almost   comical.   she   stifles   a   giggle   and   chews   her   lower   lip   ,   desperate   to   bite   back   her   trademark   luminous   grin   as   she   envelops   her   arms   around   his   frame.   her   head   comfortably   rests   on   his   torso   while   the   seconds   tick   by   and   while   she   doesn't   want   to   let   go   just   yet   ,   she   can't   help   but   get   the   last   word   in.

@uncleanking   whispered   ::   "   stop   trying   to   fix   things   that   can't   be   fixed.   "