Because When You Are Imagining, You Might As Well Imagine Something Worthwhile.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worthwhile. 

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

Oscar Wilde (via sunsetquotes)

(   eddie   ).

It was like a dream, seeing her here, where danger surely lurked at every corner. Within himself he could feel an old stirring of heartstrings, desperately wishing that she were anywhere else but in this place of hell. Those eyes of hers were like stars, and what he could see of her soul, a pure pale light. He was somewhat dazzled, for a moment, just by observing every part of her that he could with a long gaze.

Those hands on the front of his clothes, where stains of red were still present, but no longer were the wounds there. Such a chaotic mess it had been, and he was still wholly confused as to why he had been kept. There was no use for someone like him. He was to be the sacrifice… or so he had thought. Buy them time. Buy them time… Were the last moments he recalled, before the monster came to grant him new purpose; a forcible, unwanted pact…

  “…Chrissy…” To hear her speak sent him partially out of this trance, and some light confusion danced on his features as she was urging him to go. He shook his head a few times, but she already had his hand in hers, and for a few moments more he was lost at what to say. Words were not coming, and he followed along behind her for a few feet, before he halted. “Chrissy– I can’t…!” Suddenly, he spoke, loud enough to break past his parting lips, but still quiet as to not spook whatever else may be near.

One look her way, again, and his expression softened with that desperation. “I can’t go with you…” How much he wanted to, so badly. Just to let her lead him away, but the part of him that was still theirs, still with the last lingering bits of his heart; He had to warn her. “I’m… - It’s too dangerous, Chrissy.” She doesn’t know. How could she? It was going to hurt him the most, and the creature that did this to him knew it so.

| @choicelesshope· |

he speaks—once, her name something she’s not entirely used to hearing falling from his lips. a rarity that not only once had made her heart skip a beat, now—quickly buried under the pressing matter of his safety. unheard, forgotten. there was relief in the feeling of him following her, the weight of his hand as she led him a few more steps making her focus on nothing more than the words she had taken as her oath: he’s alive. i can’t believe he’s alive—he really is here. he won’t be left behind, not again. not again, not again, not again.

❝ it’s not far! ❞ she answers, for he speaks a second time. her own words come out trembling, pleading. why would she have to plead? there’s no certain answer, at first, though—perhaps she already feels something’s off about this. about him, about his reticence to go on. an unsaid truth she doesn’t want to know about, as long as she can remain in the idea that if she kept pulling, kept carrying on, didn’t let go of his hand, everything would be alright. everything, somehow, would ultimately be alright.

but—how long can blind faith go unshattered? how long can one heart remain strong when all around the world is consumed by shadows? slowly, her steps start to falter, her grip shaken, and though he cannot see it yet—tears have drenched her cheeks and veiled her vision. she stops. a few seconds that felt like hours before she turns to him: far from ready to finally know the truth, but brave enough to try it anyways.

❝ why? ❞ in her eyes it's written a silent request: say it. just say it, i can take it. ❝ you said you can’t, what—what do you mean by that? ❞ and as another thunder roars in the distance ( a reminder from this world that not every threat has been dismissed, not yet ) her eyes land and remains in those big brown eyes of his. a cruelty, really—why does it feel like it’s not been a minute from their conversation in the forest?

no—not a minute, but the wishful thinking of a future that slips away with every second he takes to answer her questions.

Isn’t it amazing how every day can be an adventure!

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okay so,,, weekend wasnt all that great for me BUT i kinda have a minute now so ill be working on some drafts (or,,,,,,,,,,,,, adding all the h.unger g.ames muses i need now that im rereading the saga? who knows)