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#anyways tysm for sending this in! lmk if you'd like me to change it!
abysel · 1 year
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@loversl4ke said: what were you gonna do if i wasn’t here?
a knife in the back would’ve hurt less than this. arthur’s words are a violent smear on his person, uncalled for and unwarranted, this is what the father receives for protecting the son. this is how adam must’ve felt. rage billows from within him, dark and terrifying and quiet, as his fingers drum against the battered wood of the hut’s wall.     “what d’ you think i would’ve done, arthur?”     he speaks through gritted teeth, running a hand through matted strands of hair, still reeling from the chase they’d just gotten out of, adrenaline running at an all-time high. it’s a bitter retort to the man’s assumption, a deflection of his veiled accusations. [ his delusion is his armor, and his words shielded him from admitting the truth right in front of his eyes. ]
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deposition of an outlaw: my end will always justify my means. [ q: what are your objectives? a: i will protect these people, no matter the cost. i am righteous in my anger, and i will smite thee who oppose me. ]
everything will be okay. he will forgive him again, for this affront, and things will go back to normal, as they always have.     “do you really not trust me anymore? is this what we’ve come to, arthur? what have i done to earn the scorn of my…”     he does not say it: his hand is on his heart, bleeding woe. there is mercy in his wrath. forgive, but do not forget.     “why do you hate me, my son?”
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