houseofxwolves:

He knows.
That’s why he made that
decision in the first place.

There’s still a soft sigh.

❝— Get out of my house.❞

He should be happy.
Happy that this guy would be nowhere near the child.
But he just— wasn’t.
Not yet.

“ —-…”

Steps forward were taken,
eyes finally locking with the males.

“I’m going to say this and only say it once.
I don’t give a flying rat’s ass who you think you are.
I couldn’t care less if they call you the star eater.

Let me find out that you’ve made my sister’s life a living hell
because of your fucked up issues and whatever else is going
on in your crappy life and I swear to the stars,
oblivion itself won’t be able to stop me.

And if you take me down—
I’m taking you down with me.”

With that— he could only scoff as he turned on his heel and began to walk away.

eventualitie:

             She listens to his explanation and finds
             herself briefly unsure what to say.

                          There was no way to state that she knew exactly
                          how that goes — but one could definitively say
                          that she was slated to inevitably lose her own
                          mind completely. A fracture that wasn’t really
                          fixable.

                                              And all it did was spread, expand.

                               ❝If this is sharing time… well, uh…❞

                                                    There’s a wariness evident in her tone
                                                    as her eyes shift over his visage.

                                       ❝—- … I’m Consequence, like the
                                                    embodiment of it…❞

               He listened to her story— or moreso, her admittance
               and suddenly he knew there was someone else out
               there who knew and probably even understood his own struggle.

                              she was the very embodiment of something
                              he knew would come— the outcome of his
                              life and what’s been done. she was what
                              decided if he became dark and empty like arthur
                              or if he became a neutron star, innocent and pure.

                                        “wow—- that sucks.”
                                              a smile followed next though.

                     "a ideology of outcomes
              and a star who’s next on the list to go poof.“

                            a hand grabbed hold of his glass,
                                       raising it into the air.

                                               ”to us shitty folk, right?“

athisbest:

detonatii:

shit. dealing with a muse who just found out a dickhead knocked up his sister. :|

     _{spiraling out into even further and more people wanting to kill me. … |: sherbet?}

blade will kill them before they kill you so don’t worry. mmm— you know a way to a guy’s heart. i totally still have some though.

poenitire:

I’m all about a personalized cocktail of brewing personality disorders and neurosis, honestly.

[Regret, please tell me those aren’t the beginnings of Gale’s speech patterns in your mouth mixed with stunning self-awareness.

He’d probably stab you. Don’t pat him. Just don’t touch him. Or be near him.]

I’d really rather not.

         "that sounds like a hot mess and a half, to be honest.“

    and now he knew why he wasn’t a fan of personifications like this one.

                too moody. too down.
                               too uptight.
                                        too e v e r y t h i n g.

     "ah, come on—- lighten up, regret. do you even have a name other than that?”

houseofxwolves:

❝What the fuck is your problem?❞

  This is him being patient with him.

       words were effortlessly ignored at this point,
            he was too busy processing this information.

                       "well— at least you won’t be in the kid’s life.“

                                   a plus.
                                       silence followed.

eventualitie:

             ❝I can’t say I’m the best of teachers…❞

                          More often than not when people knew who she
                          was? She was the point of blame for their plights
                          and she was used to it — no matter how much it 
                          actually did annoy her. An idle wonder of what he
                          might feel upon knowing crept into her mind.

                                       ❝I know that feeling, all too well…❞
                                                                 A soft pause.

                                                    ❝—- are you sick?❞

               "i’m sure you’ll be fine.“

                              Now that he thought about it— he had no
                              clue who she really was. He felt a major
                              power within her but that was the extent
                              of it. On the flip side, he doubt that she
                              knew what and who he was— other than the 
                              fact that they hooked up before.

                                         "Not so much.”
                                              And a gulp follows.

                                   "I’m a star— i’m sure you knew that.
                                            but i’m a supergiant.
                                                  meaning, i’m slated to you know– boom.“

                                                       With the hand effects and everything.

‘sup, bro. |:

shit. dealing with a muse who just found out a dickhead knocked up his sister. :|

poenitire:

Plenty - as in excess. As in enough.

Bravo. Excellent assumption on your part.

[Regret is - not returning the grin in the slightest.]

- You’re “going to be around a lot.” Forgive me if I don’t seem particularly enthused.

[One day, he will answer the door with a gun (hopefully not his shotgun), fire the gun in question, and then close the door again.]

“over analytical as well— just racking them up, i see.”

       and this would be where armand pat regret’s back,
             but the guy would probably stab him so he decided against it.

    “no one ever is—- again, get used to it.”

eventualitie:

             ❝Admittedly, I’m not the best one to help you there,
             my friend Gale might be a better for that.❞

                          Oddly enough, that had her smiling a little
                          bit whether he’d meant it for a joke or not;
                          it amused her no less. Connor was never
                          really one to bring up her sorrows with any
                          soul — no matter who they were.

                                                    ❝You’ve no idea what you’ve gotten
                                                                 yourself into with me; running is honestly your best bet.❞

             She was a mess, at best.

         "i’d rather learn from you—“

                         He was someone that tried not to look at
                         the bad of any situation – even the one
                         he himself was in. He went with this flow
                         and so far, it seemed to work.

                                  "I’m a ticking timebomb.
                                              I think I can handle it.”

athisbest started following you

and now you see where i go when blade is being a shotty muse. xD