Angst Starters:

angst starters:

❝ i didn’t mean to ruin your life . ❞ ❝ stay .  please ? ❞ ❝ why do you sacrifice so much for me ? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of running . ❞ ❝ you don’t understand . ❞ ❝ don’t you know who i am ? ❞ ❝ i know i made a mistake ! you don’t need to rub it in ! ❞ ❝ some days i just want to disappear. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to talk about it . ❞ ❝ it’s your fault we’re living like this ! ❞ ❝ you’re not as empty as you lead others to believe . ❞ ❝ i’ve moved on . ❞ ❝ i had a nightmare . ❞ ❝ shh ,  i’m here … ❞ ❝ do you know how much that meant to me ? ❞ ❝ i can’t just … you can’t expect me to answer something like that so easily ! ❞ ❝ i’m trying my best !  doesn’t that matter ?! ❞ ❝ i wish we never met . ❞ ❝ were you happier with them ? ❞ ❝ did you ever care about me ? ❞ ❝ can you forgive me ? ❞ ❝ stop acting like you’re happy .  i know you’re not . ❞ ❝ i’m not lying to you ! believe me ! ❞ ❝ i miss them . ❞ ❝ let’s go home .  please .  go home with us . ❞ ❝ go to hell . ❞ ❝ i’m not a hero so stop saying i am one . ❞ ❝ it’s okay to break . ❞ ❝ can we just … talk for a while ? can we do that ? ❞ ❝ go away . ❞ ❝ of all lives ,  you had to butt in on mine . ❞ ❝ I’M selfish ? ❞ ❝ i moved heaven and earth to save you . ❞ ❝ i don’t feel okay . i’ve never felt okay . ❞ ❝ you were gone . ❞ ❝ are we living a lie … ? ❞ ❝ don’t lock me out .  please . ❞ ❝ you failed . ❞ ❝ did i make you proud ?  did i ever make you proud ? ❞ ❝ i’m so tired . ❞ ❝ we can still go back . ❞

there’s a moment in which she detests  the outfit that consumes her figure. it had taken a significant amount of persuasion to get her to even glance at the outfit in question. and there was nothing really wrong with it. it was simple-- mundane. if it didn’t even hold her attention for the amount of time it had been laying on the rack, how the hell was she suppose to make it look any better? it didn’t scream theodora, yet she wore it anyway, adding a couple of things to make it sparkle-- to make other look at her. 

it was loud enough that she couldn’t hear her own thoughts, loud enough that she almost didn’t notice the warmth of another body standing beside her. her senses were consumed with the alcohol wafting towards her. shivers consume her as warmth engulfs her earlobe. impulsively her hand moves to grasp the stranger closer, the compliment much settled into her memory and demanding attention. 

“w-wait,” she stutters only to move closer to the other. perhaps it was the alcohol or perhaps it was the settling despiration of another’s attention that makes herself dance with him and demand more. “tell me more.”

@lcststvr​.

            EVERY  NIGHT  IS  DIFFERENT,  but  in  a  way,  it  always  falls  into  place  in  a  similar  manner.  regardless  of  the  events  that  lead  up  to  it,  aziel  is  met  with  a  few  paparazzi  who  capture  him  in  his  drunken  state,  and  the  repercussions  depend  on  how  intelligible  he  still  is  by  the  time  he’s  dragged  outside.   he’s  about  halfway  there  when  someone  catches  his  attention  for  longer  than  a  few  short  seconds,  although  he’s  barely  able  to  make  out  her  face  beneath  the  dim  lighting  and  crowd  that  surrounds  them  both.  that  doesn’t  deter  him  from  approaching  her,  though,  and  he  says  the  first  thing  that  comes  to  mind  once  he’s  close  enough  for  her  to  hear  him  over  the  booming  bass  that  fills  the  room.  “  pretty  outfit.  ”  his  voice  is  low  and  raspy,  fingers  running  through  his  hair  as  he  gets  a  better  look  at  her.  although  he  already  reeks  of  alcohol,  he  has  a  decent  grip  on  himself  thus  far,  his  intentions  perfectly  lining  his  gaze  as  he  moves  into  the  spot  in  front  of  her  and  continues  swaying  to  the  music.  

cuties uwu

walking in the sunshine

sunshine ☀️

a tale of two cities  ↬ @celestialfail

there’s a moment of dread, a moment of lingering between two distant voices that cling to hallow flesh as her eyes lull towards another shell of a human that convinces themselves they’re just as deserving for her gaze. still, orbs wonder around for a conversation that isn’t as dry as the paint that adorned her walls because of the impulse for something to spark the flame that was once ever so present beneath her rib cage. instead, it had become a burden, a mechanism that keeps her basic functions afloat just for her to experience another mundane conversation, another dread of words.  there was once a time where it ignited herself, penniless objections were diamonds in her eyes and the world was her oyster. 

the most excitement she had received was about a week ago, monstrous eyes gazing back at her with a hunger she had known all too well. it was a look of survival, a gaze intense enough it had warranted pity for the animal that seemed trapped in its skin, living out a shell of a life without much of end in sight. breaking from her thoughts she gives the other a smile and evicting herself from the conversation. 

tender legs move themselves to the other end of the dinner hall, making way for an alcoholic beverage to keep her afloat when her body collides with another, skin against skin despite the thin fabric draped against her limbs. her lip curls at the other, a reflect before she has enough mind to process the other body in front of her. 

“can you watch where you’re going? this is a twenty thousand dollar dress,” she grumbles as she sets the glass down before registering the face within her sights. he’s different this time-- clothed with eyes the color of chocolate and face much different than the last. innocent. fresh. “oh,” the raised lip lowers itself as she fixes the wrinkles of her dress. “it’s you. you’re wearing clothes.”