‘ i do trust you – we trust you. but it’s not that simple. ‘
CONCERN A CONSONANCE, her stance has worry lines crinkling corner eyes. though softened is he with a smile, a gentle touch to shoulder transforming into comforting squeeze. when he looks at her, she’s so bright – like an asteroid belt, warmth a nebula of possibilities.
it’d be a shame, to marr a beauty tidal; to turn her into a shadow realm like he and dean.
‘ i’m not questioning your bravery – i’m just not comfortable with using you as bait. ‘ a pause, he lets words sit; tastes them on his tongue, a speech overused and well-rehearsed targeted towards an ignorant brother. ‘ we’ll figure something else out, okay? ‘
TRUST BREEDS TRUST . a notion she’d learned all too well . crucify her , for it was damnation of the very monsters these men had graves prepared for that the girl surrounded herself with. beneath her bed their crimson cut claws , bone as thickened as tombstone , raked at her dreams . skeletons in the closet merely cover up the growing amount of martyrs laid to rest at the hands of those who sought difference . death , a fickle friend , yet a worthy foe . brows furrow , heaving sigh tickles her throat as doe eyed gaze studies sam . his movements , cautious and calculated , but he was soft in a way she’d never known . hunters , calloused palms and bullets wedged between teeth ; sam , compassion seeping through pores so fast she’d swore he’d bleed out .
‘ i can’t just sit here and let people fight for me , sam . ‘ her vocals plea , they barter and bargain for a sense of understanding . ‘ that’s not who i am . ‘
to fight the monsters who’d swallowed her whole , for revenge and retribution on those who’d dragged a girl so ethereal to her very own damnation . no ; she’d thought . it wasn’t who she’d wanted to be . her life was not a sordid tale filled with endless funerals , a parade of the long gone . they’d wanted her to remain docile while rivers , rampant as ever , flowed through her . thin lips press together , arms folded against her chest as shoulders fall . F R A I L T Y ; she wanted none of it . ‘ something else ? like what sam ? ‘ tongue spits words from mouth and yet bitterness remains unleashed . impossible to shed upon boy with the weight of the world rested gently against his shoulders. ‘ like what ? you think i’ll let you throw yourself into this ? you think i’d let your brother ? ‘ a beat , hollowed out defeat . ‘ i can’t let you , anyone , do this . not again . ‘

narrated by taylor
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