you’re a hero,
they all say with crooked smiles
at the sheer relief of being alive,
but she doesn’t hear them.
she’s staring at her hands in horror,
at the red she sees reflected there,
at the horrid claws that gleam in the light
and dark twisted veins that appear instead of flesh -
she’s not a hero,
she’s a monster.

they are too busy reveling in being alive
to notice that she is not celebrating with them.
her smile falters,
freezing on her face,
shattering into twenty million pieces,
as she hears them;
the heavy, heavy guilt of what she’s done
begins to set in,
devouring her from inside out.

don’t call me that,
she wants to say,
want to scream at the heavens
and the people that pass by
with relief on their faces.
don’t they understand?
she doesn’t want their thanks,
their high praises -
not when she had to sacrifice the girl she was
to earn it from their lips.

if you want forgiveness,
i’ll give it to you.

he says,
like his words are heaven and starlight itself,
like they are enough to release this burden
she has taken upon herself.

(and maybe, she thinks,
the sad part is that
once upon a time,
it would’ve been enough.)

but now?
now is different.
with the blood on her hands,
and the screaming cries of the innocent
filling her head,
she is a demon.
he is not a priest,
this is not confession,
and she cannot be absolved of her sins.

—  heroes are just glorified sinners || k.t.

Our EVIL TWINS? - Open Haus #16

skinny-jeaned-hero asked:

[Plum] The small light blue panda walked up behind the dog and began tugging at his nub of a tail. "Eeeeeee~" She squealed, just tugging away.

Vince jumped, startled by the sudden tug. His eyes were wide as he whirled around. “What th’ fu-,” he started, “-uuudgerooni, where did’ja come from, precious?” He asked, kneeling to be at her level. His heart warmed as he smiled wide.