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so pals, this blog is now a ARCHIVE! Athy moved to a new blog, but kept the same url! if you still love me and this immortal dork find us on HERE!

so pals, this blog is now a ARCHIVE! Athy moved to a new blog, but kept the same url! if you still love me and this immortal dork find us on HERE!

Douglas Coupland, The Gum Thief (via wordsnquotes)

Is not the bullet what pained her. Is not the possibility of ending up like a cripple. No it’s because she hates to be in this position, so submissive. waiting for other to save her, or rescue her from a possible death. She held a scream when his fingers enter the open wound. Breathing heavily to calm her nerves and forget about the urging pain.                   “Done?.” she ask with tremulous voice.

He raises his bloodied hand in to view, eyeing the piece of metal between his fingers victoriously, his mouth slightly agape showing white teeth in a grin, the man's gaze drifts to the woman and he gives her a little nod.

          "Not yet—"

The fingers of the hand still situated in her leg, pinch the flesh to the painful point.

          "Feel this?"

                there’s something full of whimsy when he speaks , a child preening to be praised by a coddling adult , a dulcet adulation for a response answered in just the right way . eve instead giggles , head canting as lashes bate . ❛ you’ve been saving that one , haven’t you ? ❜ movements still , she finds herself oddly reticent for a moment . lost in thought , perhaps . ❛ humour me . do you think being pious coincides with being fearful? ❜

          "They said that reading the dictionary is a waste of time, I do not agree."

The man declares, shrugging one of his broad shoulders while his smiles widens into a smirk, grey hues never leaving the girl's features and he falls silent with her, waiting for the next question which he is sure it will came — and it does.

This time there's no mischief on his eyes as he takes a moment to think, eyes wandering to the side and his brow furrowing while he gathers his thoughts into a coherent response.

          "Only when taught wrongly. Being pious, devoted to something should not be             based on fear of paying for your sins, your mistakes — you're supposed to             know there will be consequences for your actions, both bad and good."

He pauses, pressing his lips into a thin line and then snorts a bitter laugh.

          "But fear works better in mortals."

               ❛ humph . ❜ the hollowed intonation falls from cherry lips , head canting as she considers the other’s remark . imbibes the knowledge he offers ( something she’d so often been greedy for ) . and thence she speaks , voice meek . ❛ define PIOUS . ❜

A dark eyebrow rises and his stormy eyes shine momentarily with mischievous gleam before he speaks.

           "Pious, adjective. Earnestly compliant in the observance of religion,              reverent or devout. From latin pius, dutiful."

He finishes the response with a very pleased smile and lets his gaze land on the girl, watching her reaction.

⇢ athanato . *

              ❛ i don’t understand your gods . i hardly understand my own . the trials , the tribulations . too much trouble for it’s worth . tell me this , then . are you pious ? ❜

           "As a son of justice itself I've had my deserved share these things, but I              fear I will see even more and to answer your question, oddly enough I do              consider myself a pious."

     Eeugh. Percy should’ve noticed that he had headphones on. That’s what they get for being too wrapped up in their own concerns. Their smile is tight, the regular ball of unhappiness in their stomach, but they thread their fingers together and roll their shoulders, shaking their head. 

     “Sorry. Didn’t see,” gesturing with linked hands at the earphones, “those, somehow.” They clear their throat and try again: “I run like - I run a cafe, and I want a really nice old clock to put up on the counter. Kind of like. Rustic the place up a bit, yeah?”

The man shakes his head with a frown and waves their apologies off.

         "Oh, no need to be sorry. It was my fault, I got distracted by the latest hits."

He retorted with his smile growning into a playful smirk while focusing his attention on them, listening to their request carefully, nodding his head casually in silence until they finish. Gray eyes light up with excitement and he claps his hands together.

        "There are several options, the victorians clocks, for instance are beautiful, but—"

his speech is interrupted leaving him with his mouth in the middle of another word — the store owner raises a finger, asking for a moment, his brow furrows his concentration as he tries to remember what made him stop then his eyebrows shoot up and there's a grin on his.

        "I just remembered that a good friend of mine sent me some items that might pick           your interest, they are in the storage in the back, care to accompany me?"