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everbleak.

he’s been sitting across the couch, gaze trained onto the person morgan supposedly rescued from the garbage. he wants to make it clear there should be no fooling around, though pipes had never been good at intimidating others – there was little bark and no bite with him. ‘ so you from around here? ‘ he asks, narrowing his eyes. 

     they are stunned. there’s no other way to put it, though it’s a feeling that they don’t experience often ; in fact, they rarely experience any feelings at all, let alone the all-consuming, full-body ache that seems to be permeating their vessel past the shock. they taste copper on their mouth, and their hair is in their face before they reach to push it back, and they don’t understand the words offered to them at first ; it’s difficult to understand anything at the moment. 

     “ i don’t know. ”

#everbleak #; vessel one.

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promiiscs.

           there’s grunts, ones that must be sounding down the road for miles, though they are rather quiet compared to most, & she swings forward in one strong swipe, colliding the thick piece of wood she found next to a shed with one of the heads of the undead. granted, there are four more coming up. her chest heaves, breathing fast & deep as her jaw tightens ; when it all began, she would run, but right now – right now she’s stuck, right now isn’t the beginning. right now is the time to fight.

            ❝ y– ❞  she’s just about to speak to them, make them more worked up, when she’s swept away. the wooden plank drops, much to her dismay, & she begins to kick her legs, fists pounding against the stranger’s firm back.  ❝ LET ME GO – LET ME GO– ❞

     he barely feels her, hardly registers the feeling of her fists on his back ; it’s nothing compared to the pain he’s felt before, & it’s nothing compared to the pain he will feel if they find out he’s intervened. he can’t just stand here and watch her die, though, & he won’t. he won’t. not again. not after all the others, & not when he can do something about it. the world has truly gone into some form of Hell, or at least what most people would define it by, & if Heaven fails to do anything to save it, then what’s left ? 

     dalyell ignores her protests, ignores her commands ; she does not have any authority over him, after all, and those that do are too busy observing chaos wrought to pay any attention. he does not stop until she is Safe. then he puts her down.

#promiiscs #; vessel four. #; verse: build god then we'll talk.

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#; sanctity.

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#; sanctity: vessel two.

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angelmouthed.

      “YOU’RE LYING.” he says it simply, with finality even when he knows it isn’t true ( dalyell is probably as capable of artifice as a child might be, and even that is generous ). but the angel’s caught him in a particularly needy mood and though he knows they’re everywhere always –even when they’re nowhere to be found – he hasn’t seen them in what feels like too long. and that’s what really matters in the end ; the seeing. “—if you were here, i woulda seen ya. you’re lying.” still, there’s no resentment in the way he regards them. if anything, silas is the softest he’s ever been ( a result of the form they’ve taken, no doubt ; it exudes warmth without them even trying ) and he watches as though he wants them closer.        though he’d never say it aloud, he probably does.

     THEY AREN’T, but he also knows that ; it’s a state they’ve seen him in on multiple occasions, and sometimes even nursed him through. they don’t bother arguing. they don’t see a point in it, when there’re so many other things that should come First. warmth bleeds from them more than it ever does in this vessel, seeping from the cracks, from the aches of old scars, but they don’t go to their prophet -- they will wait for him to come to them, as he always does when he feels so inclined. any advances that they make have as much a possibility to be rejected as they do acceptance, and they haven’t the motivation at the moment to determine one from another.  “ you don’t always see me. ” they tell him, and again, he knows. he knows it.  “ and yet i am Here. ” 

#; vessel two. #; main verse. #angelmouthed

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promiiscs.

     he shouldn’t interfere ---- he knows he shouldn’t. it’s against every rule in the very, very long book, & it’s something that could get him in trouble. and yet, here he is, swooping in to grab her in the exact fashion that he shouldn’t be, and throwing her shoulder his shoulder. it’s all very abrupt, but with five walkers closing in on her, & him too cautious to use his Light, it’s the only thing that he can do. 

              he doesn’t even speak, just runs.

#promiiscs #; vessel four. #IDK WHAT TO CALL IT #; verse: build god then we'll talk.

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Does anybody want to plot?

#indie rp #independent rp #open rp #yes ???? #anyway here's wonderwall

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beware

#going through these b logs so hard rn #i Love tyhis ? #; divine contradiction.

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Some of us will not see a dawn like this again.

#always Out here #; sanctity: vessel four.

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angelmouthed.

      HE’S GRUMPY — which, really, shouldn’t come as a surprise for anyone, let alone dalyell. still, it’s worth drawing attention to when the foul disposition doesn’t find him as scathing as usual, but instead comes with an odd sort of warmth. contentment, even. his head is far from quiet and the world, as terrible as ever ; but silas is, for lack of a better term, too drunk to give a fuck and when his angel finally comes, he’s almost offended they hadn’t shown up sooner. “where the fuck ‘ave you been?” 

     THEY AREN’T SURPRISED. confused, maybe, but not surprised. they feel him like a resonance inside of them, a tether of their souls  ( if dalyell even has a soul, )  and through that connection they experience a soft buzz. it isn’t the first time they’ve felt it, and they doubt it’ll be the last ; they wish they could ease his pain. they wish he’d let them ease his pain. this vessel makes them practically ache with it, and if they’re capable of emotion, then it’s for him that they manage it. always for him. 

     “ here. where else ? ”

#angelmouthed #; vessel two. #; main verse.

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                                 “ what if i was wrong and no one cared to mention ? ”

                                                              i.     ii.     iii.     iv.

#indie rp #independent rp #self promo for ts

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#my regret level is -700000 #; sanctity: vessel two.

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moondusteyes replied to your post:moondusteyes replied to your post:SOMEONE FUCK...

WHO IS HE

http://fractionedtruth.tumblr.com/tagged/%3B-sanctity%3A-vessel-four.

#anyway here's wonderwall

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moondusteyes replied to your post:SOMEONE FUCK WITH DALYELL’S CLIVE STANDEN VESSEL...

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dont disrespect me ange

#moondusteyes #anyway here's wonderwall

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SOMEONE FUCK WITH DALYELL’S CLIVE STANDEN VESSEL RN PLS

#anyway here's wonderwall

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“Some of us will not see a dawn like this again. Not here on midgard, at any rate. So let us try and speak well of each other.”  – Rollo  {x}

#wow yeah this rly putsi t into perspective fgorme #whAT ANDIN TIENTESTING PO INT THSI PTOHOOT SETMAJKES #*breathes ehavily* #HEAIVKY #; sanctity: vessel four.

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#TRUE AF #; listen. #; the prophet. #; divine contradiction. #; musings.