no dew on the morning grass
this is my first fic since I was 12. idk what insipred me to write but I did at 1 in the morning It's a re-write of that one scene from New Moon when Edward leaves Bella
724 words (baby fic)
TW possible sewerslide thought? I don't know just don't want to trigger anyone
Dew was the type of ghoul to show affection. Once he was changed to a fire ghoul, his smile became nothing more than a memory, his hugs were few and far between. He wasn’t him. His pack could sense it, they tried to help, but he shut them out, he shut Papa out and the worst part; he shut you out. His “water lily”. You were his but ever since the change, it seemed as if you were nothing.
Snow danced down onto the ministry's grounds, there were siblings of sin and ghouls running and throwing snowballs at one another. Yes, there were so many ghouls out, but you only looked for one. Your ghoul. Your dewdrop. He stood off to the side, face slightly looking angered. You catch his eye and run over to him, waving, almost slipping on the ice that covered the marble walkway, he saw this and caught you and helped you stand up straight.
When you looked in his eyes, you could tell there was something wrong “dew?” you asked still in his arms. His face screwed up and fell and his eyes met yours again “_____ we need to talk” your mind raced, and your face painted with worry. He led you behind the greenhouse, which mountain was checking his trees in. Dew looked directly into your eyes
“You don't belong in my world.” It felt like he had smacked you, you looked up at him, searching his eyes for any signs of an ill-tasted joke or a fault but, there was nothing. “I belong with you.” you say, no plead “no you don’t” he says with the bluntness of a plastic knife. You go to reach for his face, to cup it to hold him but he steps back from you “i. Don’t. Want. You.” each word was a stab to the chest, over and over again “you don’t want me” it wasnt a question it was just a statement to yourself. You didn’t know if you were in shock, you’d never been but if anything, this was it. “no. But I ask one thing” “a-anything” you choke out “Don't do anything stupid or reckless do you understand” “i- okay” it seems his face slightly softens “Don't worry. You're human. Time heals all wounds for your kind. Particularly if you're not reminded.” your heart stops, it drops to lucifer himself in hell
‘’don't- please dew” he flinches at the nickname ‘’Try to understand. Every second with you is about restraint. You're too fragile. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. Reining myself in so I can be with a human.” something clicks in your brain “if this is about my soul, then take it. I don't care! I don't want it without you” you raise your voice “You're not good for me ______” everything stopped, his words rang in your head, your vision is blurred from the tears that pool in your eyes “I'm so sorry I let this go on for so long” he whispers and leans in to kiss your forehead. You blink, closed your eyes for just a second, he's gone “dew!?” you scream and run to the forest next to the abbey, not seeing him near the building.
You run and run, hoping just maybe you'll find your love, that maybe you can fix whatever just had happened. You quickly become aware of the cold snow seeping into your shoes and the harsh wind that hits your face and hands. You stop running and turn in all directions. You were lost, in a literary since and an emotional since. Tear fall from your eyes like melting icicles, you fall to the freezing ground, shaking with grief ‘was that even the right word?’ it felt like he had died, like he was no longer on this earth.
Moutain was the one to find you, he had followed you into the woods after he had heard you scream. He carried you back to the abbey, the siblings stared, and the ghouls had bolted over to you. They crowded mountain with questions, but he had no answers, he himself had no idea what had led to this.
You haven't got out of bed since he had left, you just rot, you don’t get up, everyone tries to check in on you but all you do just float in and out of your body when they are there with you, you dont want their stupid sympathy, all you want is him but hes gone. There's no him. Why should there be a you?
Chapter two 👆
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The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah
Then the Lord rained on Sodom and Gomorrah sulfur and fire from the Lord out of heaven,
— Genesis 19:24 | New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition (NRSVUE)
New Revised Standard Version, Updated Edition. Copyright © 2021 National Council of Churches of Christ in the United States of America. All rights reserved worldwide.
Cross References: Genesis 13:10; Genesis 13:12; Luke 10:12; Luke 17:29; 2 Peter 2:6; Jude 1:7; Revelation 14:10
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(Taps mic) okay it's on; oppressing Christians will not fix the ills of Western society because unless you actually do the work of dismantling homophobia, racism, etc, something else will fill its niche to perpetuate those since they aren't in fact issues inherent to Christianity more so than any other religion related to it (with the exception of antisemitism, which is actually embedded enough that addressing it would end up radically changing Christianity more than them, for example, deciding the sin of Sodom was xenophobia). And if you oppress Christians they aren't going to wake up to oppression being bad if the rest of society is still doing it. This should not be news to tumblr because the US in fact HAS populations of oppressed Christians who's Christianity is apart of their culture and apart of how they are attacked, and I'm not even talking about Middle Eastern immigrants either
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