Beware the ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐,
that watches all the time,
ruling Gotham from a shadow perch,
behind granite and lime.
They watch you at your hearth,
they watch you in your bed,
speak not a whispered word of them
or they'll send their ๐๐๐๐๐
for your head.
from the time i was very young, my father told me that we were one person, that i was just a part of him. i grew up with that inside me. i grew up with him inside me.
You fell for the person that tried to be someone they're not
You long for a feeling you'll never get back
And I'm scared that you'll finally give up
I'm never enough
I know that you'll never be mine
But I'll always be yours
@kryptonaya
// i just wanna pop in to say i was talking to my bf and i concluded i could write an azrael plot line more interesting now because now i know what it's like to fuck up a man's life
@cruisindreams Mom was, she thinks, but doesn't argue. It's not like it matters. It's not like she'd do anything differently โ she deserved to die, her mother. She deserved it just as she got it.
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@cruisindreams โI do,โ she mumbles, and smiles a little. โWe deserve each other, that much we have.โ
We're both terrible people, she thinks, but doesn't say. Gray can love her still, because he's like her. He's a monster just like her, and she loves him for it.
@cruisindreams โOh, no, it's okay. I didn't, really. She was right to hate me. Dad, I guess, wasn't, cause he never knew me, but, anyway.โ
Dettachedly Ellie thinks of her mother's dead, broken form, and she feels nothing.
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@cruisindreams She shrugs with only one shoulder. Suddenly she feels terribly embarrassed. โMy parents never loved me. I guess I didn't take it for granted.โ
The night after he freaked out on Naya, the first morning he woke up with blood on his fingertips, that one bad, terrible trip that dear Hanna coincidentally interrupted...
He is a walking well of impulsive, stupid suicides.
tw: suicide
A bottle of pills rattles on one of the pockets of his jacket. This one concoction has done wonders for his attention span โ he's read almost an entire book just today. He has just closed it now, coming across a certain passage.
Gray sits with the book closed on his lap, and he wonders just how many times he has put a bullet through his own head and jumped into another timeline. Far too many. Far too easily he can already guess a few of them.