#warflowered

     THE  FRUIT  OF  THE  DEVIL  is  blooming  on  her  face;  haleh  is  the  sickly  shades  of  ghostwhite  and  fearred  and  drownblue  ana  can  see  all  these  colors  simply  in  the  expression  of  her  face.  she  had  heard  what  happened,  of  course.  but  not  all  of  it.  a  report  could  only  say  so  much,  but  this  SISTER  she  has  made  of  a  friend  would  lay  out  the  truths  in  their  entirety,  now  that  she  finally  had  time  to  speak.  they  are  not  blind  to  the  horrors  of  warfare,  to  the  complications  of  casualty  and  death.  but  a  woman  could  only  take  so  much,  could  only  bear  so  much  on  her  shoulders.  this  law  applied  to  everyone,  and  that  limit  had  apparently  hit  haleh.  not  to  the  greatest  extent,  but  to  the  extent  of  shaking  her.  ana  can  see  it  in  the  tremble  of  her  hand  and  the  hear  it  in  the  shake  of  her  voice.

3:00 A.M, the bright red numbers mocked him as he turned onto his side, a grumble escaping parted lips. another night, the same dilemma. no matter how hard he had tried, he could not seem to fall asleep. no amount of exhaustion seemed to help either. if it wasn’t the nightmares that woke him up, it was his own body that prevented him from sleeping. he turned over, away from the clock, frown painting onto those full lips of his before he sighed, ultimately throwing the covers aside and slipping out of bed. it was pointless for him to keep trying, he knew that. he’d just spend the entire night tossing & turning. he might as well take a walk to clear his mind. maybe it would help him. so, he grabbed his beanie, put on some shorts, and threw on a tank top, a yawn slipping past his mouth as he walked out of his room, legs guiding him anywhere. when he finally came to a stop, he was just outside the kitchen, deciding to peak in since there was light seeping into the hallway. upon entering, lips curved upward when he saw who was inside. he approached her slowly, as to not alarm her of his sudden presence. leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms across his broad chest.   ❛   it's a little late for a lovely lady such as yourself to be wandering around alone. shouldn't you be in bed ?   ❜

                    “      YOU’RE   SAYING   I’M   awesome.      ”        she   pauses,    if   only   for   a   moment,    her   statement   proved   to   be   rhetorical.        “      hell   yeah   i   am.      ”

Once in life, the great                               VEÐRFÖLNIR. - talons spread - held the Scandinavian front. An Omnium GOD PROGRAM, illustrious in marvel && engineering, now fallen from his perch of YGGDRASIL.  

Reduced to a mere plaything. Wings plucked. Forced in to a lesser plebeian form ; forced upon by the will of science. And now. . .

      “   ...   ”   a BRIEF moment of contemplation , of which gabriel feels the need to distance himself -- physically -- for just a moment. reyes is no idiot -- if he was to pursue something romantic with her , then there was no doubt he would have to sacrifice life and limb for sharihah ( not like he wouldn’t have before -- but now he would have responsibilities , a NEED for a father’s protection ). the intent behind her words bears down upon him , some invisible weight that carries a burden he never would’ve thought he’d have the chance to have.

but haleh   ...   god , haleh , how does she do this to him  ?