#viperarum

          damn problem !?  ❞

                can you ? ❞

// screecHES TBH BECAUSE I LOVE WILL WITH ALL MY LITTLE HEART-- okay so i am pretty sure they were { on their old sasuke blog } the first sasuke i ever followed?? and they are such a sweetheart and encouraging like omg ??? but really- when i was starting out i was super nervous { especially with the same of my own muse } but they wanted to rp with me and i wanted to rp with them and this made me feel so accepted and comfortable. that i could rp with someone rping the same character as me and feel like we stood at mutual ground and could get along and i know this seems obvious but back then, that just meant the world and so much confidence so i really owe them a lot, on to their portrayal- their sasuke has always been an inspiration to me and someone i respect greatly because they also get him so well and im sort of picky with sasukes because if i see another one i want to make sure they love him and really try to understand him { not just take his base thoughts and try to rp him with those } with will i can really sense in their writing that they do this and see more than just the exterior character. 10/10 great sasuke, great person //

    to pinch !  ❞

She snuggles into his warmth, because she’s half asleep and in slumber the glass and barbed wire fade; the steel in her spine melts and in the dark she’s just a girl. In the place between dreams and waking she does not remember the miles of ground between them---the bridges burned, or the ground salted by bitterness and memory. She knows only the beating of his heart---the little things they’ve built together and the bigger ones they’ve learned to ignore. Tomorrow, perhaps, she will be cruel to him. Tomorrow she might cut him on her edges---might lash out and bruise him in ways that cannot be repaired with an apology. Tonight, she cannot locate her resentment. “It’s okay.” He never apologizes, and she never accepts, because this is how they’ve learned to endure the days. Perhaps she will never admit it in the light of day, but here, in the shadowed twilight, with the moon leaking brilliantly through a crack in their drapes, forgiveness is easy. The blonde sighs, and relaxes into the embrace as if she could sink beneath his skin and the cage of his ribs to nestle against his beating heart. “‘m right here. We’ll be okay.”

Sometimes his touch is like electricity when she sleeps—sometimes she wakes in terror, heart beating rabbit fast and limbs flexing in retreat against her will. Sometimes she cries herself to sleep after exhaustion has clawed so deeply into her bones that it is nearly a physical ache, and sometimes she has nightmares during which she utters not a sound. Tonight she sleeps without dreaming, though the sound of his voice wakes her enough that she rolls toward him—golden strands of hair twine around her slender neck like fingers eager to tighten, and in the twilight daze of sleep she greets him with uncharacteristic softness.“Mmm.”She mumbles, inhaling—her skeleton settles into place, and after a moment of puzzled self-inquiry, the blonde reaches for him with sleep in her voice and fatigue weighing down her limbs. The edge of her jaw tucks in; she rests her cheek against his heartbeat, and wraps an arm around his ribs—a tired cat draping itself over a companion.Her voice is thready as she murmurs—a ghost, or a memory of something like kindness buried in the dark of their little house.“It’s okay. ‘m here.”