#vensperus

❝  you didn’t concoct this pathetic charade just to get me here.  ❞ @vensperus // memes.

MOCK  OFFENSE  PLAYS  PING  PONG  ON  HER  FEATURES   —landing  first  in  the  way  her  eyes  widen  in  surprise,  followed  by  lips  forming  an  “o”  of  shock,  and  then  back  up  to  brows  that  pull together  and  downward,  distress  threading  through them  at  the  inner  corners.  finally   —  the  piece  de resistance  —   a  hand  to  her  chest  as  though  his  words  have  physically  pained  her  in  some  way.   

❝  whatever  do  you  mean? ❞    a  step  forward,  hand  still  pressing  against  her  heart,  head  tilts  questioningly.    ❝ mothers  are  allowed  to  miss  their  sons,  you  know.  ❞    she  huffs  out  in  frustration,  free  hand  finding  its  perch  upon  her  hip.   ❝  and  some  sons  are  so  petulant  and  ungrateful  that  it  takes  a  bit  of  creativity  to  get  them  to  show  up  for  family  time.  ❞

@vensperus​ ASKED:  ❛  we knew this day might come.  ❜

     ❝-—That we’d run into another? Obviously. We’re scarce but we aren’t in the single digits. It was bound to happen. You’re hardly even the first I’ve encountered.  ❞ he picked at his jacket sleeve, expression mostly blank save for the slightest tinge of a frown. That was enough to convey just how vexed by the encounter he was. 

      ❝ Listen, if you’re looking for information I’d rather we set up a formal appointment. If you’re looking for, I don’t know, some sort of cambion bonding scenario-—you found the wrong individual. ❞ Clark wasn’t exactly fond of others of his type simply because he knew how HE could be and that led him to assume other cambion could be just as grating.

❛  the  ends  justify  the  means .  ❜ @vensperus // memes // always accepting

LISTENING  ATTENTIVELY,   he  is  all  rapt  consideration.  taemin  stands  as  though  the  weight  of  the  world  wishes  to  be  held  upon  his  shoulders   —meanwhile  forces  both  above  and  below  seek  him  out.  what  else  could  he  have  become  other  than  destruction ?  what  else  could  he  desire  if  not  some  sort  of  peace  —-even  if  it  means  the  tainting  of  more  than  his  own  soul.

michael  is  a  patient  being  —-he  has  led  armies,  championed  the  people,  sat  at  the  right  hand  of  the  maker  of  all  things.  he  has  existed  for  longer  than  most  can  even  comprehend.  but  he  is  also  an  agent  of  vengeance,  of  justice,  of  war.  still,  when  he  speaks  his  voice  is  all  quiet  calm,   carrying  divine  authority  in  every  syllable.

          ❝  but  that  is  not  always  the  case,  and  it’s  vital  that  you  understand  that  —  especially  when  innocent  lives  are  at  stake.  ❞     

some  would  counter  that  there  is  no  such  thing  as  innocence,  not  in  something  as  flawed  as  humanity.  but  it  is  not  the  job  of  angels  (or  demons  )  to  judge  such  things.   for  his  part,  michael  has  a  host  of  his  own  kind  who  may  face  his  judgment.    ❝  our  purpose   —    ❞    comical  as  it  may  be  to  lump  the  two  together,  those  who  couldn’t  be  more  at  odds,  he  continues  softly.   ❝  —   is  to guide,  protect,  inspire.  whatever  destruction  you’re  intent  on  delivering,  you’ll  only  serve  to  prove  one  thing.  ❞    a  step  closer,  expression  impassive  despite  the  edge  that  sharpens  his  next  words.   ❝  that  you’re  nothing  but  a  slave  to  your  own  nature  —  weak,  filled  with  incredible  power  and  yet  instead  of  controlling  it   —-   ❞    there’s  something  like  disappointment  in  his  eyes,  and  michael  shakes  his  head.    ❝  —- you  allow  it  to  control  you.  ❞

"don't go telling me you MISSED ME NOW, we both know that that wouldn't be true." here sits alice! new life, new smile, all cocked and armed but with something akin to a sliver of a memory. how else would she know a man was a man was a demon was a nightmare?

he's left a mark! let it linger, let it settle into her bones. doesn't he know that? a cambion and a girl like her, they're never meant to run within the same circles, much less the same dreams! yet here they were, in UTTER OPPOSITION. "that's okay~ you don't have to say it. i missed you! gosh, your scowl is as terrible as ever, isn't it?"

"so, every answer i calculated comes with one or two sacrifices."

   but being truthful about this has never done him any good, has it?

   ❛ Well, I’m not. ❜ he lies and it's laughable how his acting is so bad in spite of hosting a hellfire royalty. He crosses his arms and his inner eye can see how this simple act is betraying what he intends to portray but it’s like being driven by an external force that he’s a second too late to stop. Inertia—or something like that. ❛ I’m concerned and it’s valid. ❜

   it isn’t. Whichever reasons Taemin may had given him to doubt him have all been erased from his head. It isn’t love but he has entrusted him with his life more than once, hasn’t he? ❛ What if his infernal majesty finally offers you something you cannot reject? It’s understandable I’m wary. ❜

   but he isn’t. He is about to climb up the walls just to not pull at his hair because he is so, so jealous it’s a miracle he can form more than a handful of words and not sound delusional. It isn’t love, but he is feeling something. Can they see it? Isn’t he pathetic enough as a human? They will continue their hellish charades long after he is gone, he will become less than a dot on a page and what if he wants more than that? What if he wants to coil his very soul around Taemin, maybe suffocate him a bit and just brand him enough to be more than a page? Isn’t that understandable? 

   ❛ I feel you less upset than usual when it comes to reigning a hold over him. What did he say this time? ❜ 

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