ecclesiasties

     it was a few minutes in when a woman was wheeled into his workshop by his father. ilya was definitely confused, and a bit angry that someone barged in on his alone time. it wasn’t until the situation was explained by jonah, saying that the woman is half human half machine that was just recovered and needed to be checked up on quick.

     with ease, he opened up her chest(it isn’t as gruesome as it sounds, i swear) and started to examine the wires and the mechanisms working in it. to say he wasn’t impressed would be a lie, the woman was carrying state of the art machinery inside her chest and he wouldn’t admit, but he’s jealous.

     a few hours and the woman still hasn’t budged. maybe she is just a machine, corey thought as he continued on with patching up damaged parts in her.

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🔥💯 — - calliope 

❝ babe, like, it’s not that hard to bend a knife. i guess you’ve stabbed more people than me, but i can bend a knife on an over-cooked steak.  ❞

she’s rummaging around in the motel room’s mini fridge, bent over with nothing but his shirt on as she looks for something to eat. they’re only going to be there for one night tops, but it’s a nice change from sleeping in the car as they travel across the country. sure, callie is small and flexible, but ryker definitely isn’t small and it’s nice to have a whole room to themselves instead of just a backseat. though she never thought she’d think it, she almost misses the comfort that visiting the CIA provides. even if they were staffed entirely by horrible people ─ her and ryker not entirely excluded ─ they at least knew the definition of luxury. then again, maybe they were just trying to bribe ryker into handing her over for experimentation. it makes sense in retrospect, even if it failed spectacularly in the face of their true love. that’s what she likes to call it, if only to see the way it makes her lover squirm nearly as bad as the mention of marriage.

what kind of man will kill for his girl but won’t wear a stupid ring? it’s an argument they’ve had more than once and one that was only settled by the compromise of matching tattoos.

❝ i mean, if you really wanna impress me, ❞ she hums as she gives up on her search, turning her attention fully back to her lover. ❝ then i wanna see the knife broken, stick it in their rib cage and break it off. that way, if they live, it’s still stuck in there, and if they don’t, then people are reallyscared. ❞ with anyone else, the conversation might have been idle hypotheticals, but they lived a violent life and a stabbing is nothing in the grand scheme of the things they’ve seen and done. he can kill anyone he wants if he puts his mind to it and she can kill people with her mind; without their tenuous loyalty to his employers, they’d be a modern day bonnie and clyde. more than once, callie has suggested they go rogue, rob a bank and live like royalty down in mexico, but there’s always one more thing to be done.

after a moment of thought, a familiar mischievous grin settles onto her lips as she moves closer. ❝ and you gotta do it to someone who deserves it, not just some random sucker. find someone who wronged you or cheated you…or tried to get your girl. ❞ one arm wraps around his neck, the other hand sliding up his chest. ❝ you know, that receptionist was giving me a look i didn’t like, daddy, ❞ she purrs, giving him a manipulative but saccharine sweet kiss. ❝ i bet if i went down there without you, he’d try to make a move on me. i bet he wouldn’t even listen if i told him i had a man. can you imagine that, daddy ??

he perks a brow up on his facial amenities. he’s actually said they, not him but he doesn’t go to directly correct her. instead, he makes it to his feet and approaches her from behind, hand slapping down hard on her bare ass. he almost wants to hike up her shirt and take her right here and now, but he doesn’t and instead goes to making himself a drink a step away from her beautiful, curved figure. while the hotel may of been cheap as all get out, they at least offered a bar and that was one of the things that sold him. they both were so wrapped up in a life of luxury that they’d spent over forty-five minutes looking for a nicer but inexpensive hotel, as per ryker’s idea. but, alas, they settled on the one with an indoor bar and cheap liquor. 

he sits down on the edge of their bed, drinking down an amber hued liquid. it burns his throat slightly and he clears it to remove the slight pang. princess, you failed to hear me correctly.  he says, in a tired voice. i didn’t stab anyone since three hours ago. and yes, i did break off the knife. “ he sips his drink and sets it down on the bottom, where the carpet laid out stained and hideous. she turns to him then, and straddles his lap, and kisses him in that sweet way that she does but it sent ryker’s jealousy swirling in the forefront of his chest. she liked to tease him about it, just as she’s doing now but it makes him wonder if she’s doing such because she actually doesn’t want to be with him at all. then he glances down at the tattoo on his forearm and remembers that she’d been the one to want to marry him. 

ryker holds her by her bare butt, pulling her closer to him and he could feel his heart racing in anticipation of taking control of her sexually. he slaps her ass with his palm hard, knowing it’ll leave a red mark but possibly even a bruise. “ princess, are you trying to make me jealous ? “

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          her feet patter onto the floor like raindrops that hit the concrete next to her. she covers her face and hair with a pathetic coat and tries to defend herself from the crashing winds that accompany the downpour. seph pushes herself into a nearby church on the side of the road and inhales the candlelight that sits far from her figure as she peers up and down at the cathedral. it was a beautiful sight, and something someone took great pride in. she remembered having the same passion. 

with delicate digits, she fondles over the cross that lay bear on her chest and looks down at the shiny, white gold metal as it glistens with water. she says a little prayer to herself and then takes to sitting down on one of the benches near by.

it’s been a while, big man. ‘ she says idly, looking up at the cross that hung in the forefront center of the church. ‘ i’ve been gone a while, daddy. but i’m here now. and i know this whole— ‘ she flicks a wrist at the window, which is covered in dew from the rain. shindig is your doing. you’re probably upset with me. don’t exactly live up to the preachers daughter type anymore. but daddy, i promise i’ve never forgotten about you. ‘

Nevertheless the sun hides not Virginia’s Dismal Swamp, nor Rome’s accursed Campagna, nor wide Sahara, nor all the millions of miles of deserts and of griefs beneath the moon. The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe.

And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
 

TODAY'S THOUGHT OF VICTORY From God's Word

Rejoice, O young man, (and woman) in your youth, And let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth; Walk in the ways of your heart, And in the sight of your eyes; But know that for all these God will bring you into judgment.

Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, And put away evil from your flesh, For childhood and youth are vanity. -Ecclesiastes 11:9-10