ATOM.


“Why?” he asks desperately.

“Why what?” she asks tiredly.

“You walked away,” he spits out, “I want to know why?”

His voice breaks on the last syllable.

She wraps her arms around her tightly against the cold air beating around them. After a long pause she meets his gaze head on.

“You were going to break my heart.”

He lets out a short, cruel laugh and turns is eyeline skyward, “So you broke mine instead.”




fideluxx:

* characters that betray your muse when your muse needs the(m) most   (◡‿◡✿)
* characters that make your muse feel weak and pathetic   (◡‿◡✿)
* characters that can trigger your muse’s biggest fears in a way never explored  (◕‿◕✿)
* characters that can be the personification and symbolism of your muse most hated things, nightmares, failures, fears and ghosts; which leads your muse to have honest breakdowns and a pure moment of weakness, filled with reflection and self-judgment   (⊙‿⊙✿)
* ANGST-Y YET REALISTIC CHARACTERS & RELATIONSHIPS !!!!  *。 ᕕ(⊙ ᗜ ⊙✿)ᕗ 。*





xstrange incanted.
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shadowsurrounded-blog:

[amélie you can’t make this angsty-watch me motherfucker]

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              she would be the most proficient of liars to say he isn’t handsome. it’s something of a relief, shallow and ridiculous though it may be, to know that at least one of them would maintain their good looks well into old age. however, there remains a very real obstacle here, more than just the very strong odor of alcohol. they are not the same people. this stephen is not her stephen, the stephen she’s come to love recently, the stephen she falls for more and more with every passing day. and she is not his clea, the one on his dimension with who knows how many millennia of history and love and heartache between them. so she, this version, does the responsible thing and leans away from his advances, gingerly touching a finger to his lips. ❛      wrong dimension, stephen.       ❜ clea offers him a thin smile ( she is not sadistic, and she knows that she’s the spitting image of the real object of his affections ) and gently takes his hand in her’s ( she is not heartless, and she knows he’s hurting ), before ducking her head to give him a very brief kiss on the cheek. and with that, she disentangles herself from him and stands, because if he is anything like her version he gets unbearably parched when hammered. 

@xstrange // send the martini glass for drunken seduction™



❝ Stardust fell from her lips, and she bled out liquid gold. She was the entire universe wrapped up in a girl, and it was far too much to contain ❞


❝ Her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies. ❞


Anonymous incanted.
what's the best and worst thing about stephen?

shadowsurrounded-blog:

@xstrange get rekt with me

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           ❛      ironically enough, it’s easy for me to pinpoint the worst thing about him. he’sexceptionally closed off. once in a blue moon i can tell what he thinks, what he truly feels, but often times those instances are few and far in between. it can irk me to no end, i’ll admit it.

            as for the best thingi can’t say. there’s too much. he’s handsome, he’s funny, he’s charming, he’s kind, he’s loyal. he was the first person to give me unconditional love and support while expecting nothing in return. and there were a thousand ways a man who has lived the life he has could have gone, some decidedly unpleasant. he’s fundamentally good, even if he doesn’t believe it.         and, shockingly enough, those were only a fraction of the things she found best about him. the list was far too long.



xstrange incanted.
❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back

shadowsurrounded-blog:

SECRET KEEPER

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           a valiant effort is made on her part to try and ignore what she sees, and yet, clea has never been one for subtleties, and certainly not when something worries her. and the markings on her husband’s back worry her, make her heart stop in her chest for a moment out of pure and utter fear that something ghastly has happened. she could not care less whether it was in the past; the mere idea of the situation is enough to make her fingers tremble as they reach for him, curiosity overshadowed by concern as she delicately traces the raised skin.

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           it’s only when he flinches, nearly imperceptible, at her touch that she removes her hand, although it hovers a mere centimeter from his skin. teeth gnaw on her bottom lip, question upon question burning in the back of a throat that has suddenly become bone dry, to the point where all she can rasp out is a simple plea.       tell me what happened. please?    

@xstrange // send a symbol for your muse to show clea some skin



❝ Nothing is worse than when someone who’s supposed to love you just leaves. ❞


❝ No matter how far you are from me, my mind still finds a way to think about you. Whether it’s because of something I see, hear, smell, taste, or feel. Whether it’s big or small. There’s always something that will remind me of you. ❞


❝ my brain and body fight every night. My body for your touch and my brain for your apology. And my heart? Well my heart is too shattered to even ask why. ❞