christophercarrion

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“People pontificate, “Suicide is selfishness.” Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one’s audience with one’s mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.”  - Robert Frobisher, Letters from Zedelghem

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

you are a girl with acid in her veins. you are a girl who wakes up in the morning to feel her blood boiling and her bones burning and finds holes in her skin where it’s singed around the edges, you are a girl with rust behind your tongue from where you broke your teeth biting through metal and you swallow red like it’s water and your thirst is unquenchable. you are a girl who tastes blood every time you smile, you are a girl with a paper heart stained blue, you are a girl with cuts across your fingertips so deep they’re almost severed from the palms of your hands and you relish it, you treasure it, you thank god for your religion-come-destruction and kiss him hard on the mouth and wait for black days to become bright nights injected with star-filled skies. you are a girl caving in on herself.
—  you are a girl no longer.
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mythology: Thánatos (θάνατος) requested by @likethebogflower (and @christophercarrioned)

Son of Nyx and Erebos, and twin of Hypnos. Was regarded as merciless and indiscriminate, hated by—and hateful towards—mortals and the deathless gods.

“[…] but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.“

It was easy for her to fool other people into thinking that she was their ideal princess, that she was the light made flesh. But he’d spent his life in the hard embrace of the darkness, and the moonlight distorted everything under its eerie gaze, turning men into monsters and witches into princesses.
She is moonlight.
Carrion was not fooled.
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christophercarrioned, “Queen Rot”

(ultraviolence on Archive of Our Own)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4007941

“Hey,” she calls out to him, gentle and fierce all at once, like the eye of the storm.  He looks at her. She smiles, the curve of it forms all the places they’re going to see, all the things they’re going to be - together, together, always together. Spine to spine. Her smile is the future, and the future is a bright place.
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christophercarrioned, “And Darling, You Have Never Been Anything Else But Light”

http://christophercarrioned.tumblr.com/tagged/fanfic

Carrion’s heart is a deadbolt cathedral, sacred and abandoned, and he’d prided himself for being untouchable. He’d rather die than change the locks, would rather let fire consume it all, the same way it’d consumed the rest of his family.
She’d been inside. She’d picked the locks, one by one, falling like flies, and she’d entered the hallowed sanctuary of his heart, had desecrated it.
That was her first betrayal.
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christophercarrioned, “Queen Rot”

(ultraviolence on Archive of Our Own)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4007941

It was a strange, fluttering, birdlike feeling, something like grace, a little like the ocean crashing on the shores of her heart, and she thought to herself, she never knew that they had been holding on to this. Or maybe a part of her always knew, but she doesn’t want to acknowledge it, doesn’t want to rush the journey.
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christophercarrioned, “I’d Put the Moon in Your Mouth for Safekeeping”

http://christophercarrioned.tumblr.com/tagged/fanfic

His obsession with control is a kind of madness, like her obsession with the novel and exciting, and at this point she’s figured out that sometimes, sometimes, how he wishes he could control how other people are feeling, how emotions, for the most part, are his enemy.
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christophercarrioned, “I’d Put the Moon in Your Mouth for Safekeeping”

http://christophercarrioned.tumblr.com/tagged/fanfic