a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

bloodysalad:

his thrumming pulse flounders beneath the crashing
waves of  A N G E R  that  wash  through  his  veins,    gaze
almost         f a l t e r i n g  as it drinks in the familiar features
of a lost angel. hazel  pools  harden    to    gleaming    gems,
shooting DAGGERS in gabriel’s direction. he died a HERO —
but the d e a t h did not go unnoticed.
                                                                     or un-mourned.

                      ’ you were DEAD.
      so you’re tellin’ me —-
                 that was all a - a friggin’ trick ? ‘

        a   heavy   roll   of   amber   eyes   in   response,
        acerbic grin melting into a  bitch, really? smirk.
        he's touched, really he is,  that sam  C A R E D
        so much,  but the flowers  &  chocolates seem
        to have  gotten lost  in the  mail.  silly him, not
        leaving  a  forwarding  address  like  that.  well,
        their heartfelt condolences mean jack squat to
        him anyway, so —
                                        who gives a shit?

                        “ nice t’ know you have such faith
                           in my abilities, samsquatch,  but
                                                                              no. ”