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I’m gonna go hide cause I’m not needed around rn.

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I’VE WAITED MY WHOLE LONELY LIFE FOR THIS TO APPEAR ON MY DASH.

angel’s cry // ariel&elijah slave trade au

The sway of the ship back and forth had rocked most of the other passengers to sleep, but Ariel was still wide awake. If light had been shone in her face, she would have been green in the face. A mix of fear, and sea sickness.

Just twenty four hours earlier, Ariel had been at home, with her parents. Their village had been raided, and now she was on the way to God-knows-where. Her parents were dead, for all she knew. Everyone she knew, had been killed. Her and a handful of other a had been ushered onto a dilapidated boat, and stuffed like sardines into a can into the hull.

Her black hair was pooled underneath her head, and Ariel attempted to turn over, or to curl up. The bodies stuffed on either side of her didn’t allow for that, and a choked sob escaped the young woman. It was all too much; the concoction of smells, and of the heat and proximity. Why did this happen to her?

Another sob left her, and tears slid down her temples and into her unwashed hair. It seemed like to her that everyone around her was asleep.

to hell and back // ariel&elijah

originalinsuit:

theonewhoabandonedheaven:

"Yes, I am. The body viewing was yesterday, why didn’t you come to that?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow. Even with the hair and eyes she had gotten from her father, it was suddenly striking how similar she was to her mother.

Her eyes studied the man, unsure of what to do. What of he had just found out about the death? She couldn’t let him not say goodbye, if that was the case. There had to be a reason he wasn’t at the wake yesterday.

The teenager stepped off to the side to let him pass, up to the coffin at the front. “May I ask who you are, anyway? You had to have known my mom, but I’ve never met you.”

After hearing her speak, Elijah was rendered speechless. This had to be the first time she spoke to him directly. This would be the second time he heard her speak. The first was when she was a toddler and she was calling for him when he was leaving. She couldn’t remember that.

     Ariel looked exactly like her mother. Beautiful, petite, striking and unique. It was almost too painful to look at her at that very moment but at the same time, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

     Elijah was snapped out of his train of thoughts when Ariel spoke once more, asking him of his identity. When she moved aside to give him admission, he stepped forward but couldn’t make himself look at her mother’s dead body. “I knew her,” he told Ariel. “She was once my wife.”

"Used to be married to her? That’s impossible, my mother was only ever married once, and that was my father." she told him, before faltering, and falling silent. There was no way. No way that this man was her father. Right?

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. This conversation could wait until after the funeral, however. She turned on her heel and left the sanctuary, leaving Elijah alone with her mother. She didn’t reenter until right before the ceremony started.

The teenager took her place in the front row, her eyes sweeping the room for the man from before. She couldn’t find him, and sat in the pew, with some distant relatives. They were the only familiar family she had.

CHIPPENDAAAALLLLEEEESSSS

-whispers- someone come be my friend

to hell and back // ariel&elijah

originalinsuit:

theonewhoabandonedheaven:

She was in the funeral home, and it was still surreal. It was almost like, she couldn’t cry. The months leading up to this had been tear-filled. But, oddly, since her mothers heart had given up, Ariel hadn’t shed a single tear. It had been a week since she had died. Somewhere deep inside of her, she knew that soon she would break down into tears, it was inevitable.

Ariel was sitting in one of the pews of the church, quiet. Her legs were curled up against her chest, and she was staring straight ahead. No one was in the room yet, it was just her and the coffin. The teenager’s brown eyes, straight from her father, tore away from the blank wall, and studied the wooden box. She couldn’t get up, wouldn’t let herself look inside.

Her eyes were drawn to the large cross on the wall behind the pulpit, and she ran her fingers through her dark hair, also from a father she barely knew.

"How could you let this happen? You’re supposed to be merciful, supposed to take care of us. Why would you let my mother die, why in such a terrible manner? You’re supposed to love us, yet you put my mother through suffering and misery, to bring us to this point. Why?" Her voice was quiet, reserved, as she spoke. Her eyes stayed glued to the cross.

Ariel finally rose from the pew and turned to leave the room. She desperately needed fresh air. Instead of the spring air, she was greeted with the sight of a man. On some level, she knew she had to know who he was. He looked familiar, very much so.

"Can I help you with something? Are you lost?" Ariel asked the man, running her fingers through her hair. "If you’re here for the funeral, the ceremony isn’t for another hour or so."

Too soon. It was too soon for her to go, for her to leave. But most importantly, it was too soon for her to leave their daughter. Both of them had agreed that Ariel was better off with her mother. Elijah, at first, had fought against the mother for Ariel’s custody but in time, he realized the mother was correct. Ariel was going to be much better with her mother.

      But now, it seemed as though the agreement had been broken and Elijah was told that he was going to take care of their daughter. The girl who thought her father had abandoned her. How would he explain to the young girl that she was now going to live with him? It was going to be a sudden change for her.

     For now, however, he had to attend the funeral. Her last mass before her burial. Elijah had finally gotten the courage to go to the Church although the ceremony wouldn’t start in an hour or so. As he stood outside, a young girl walked out the Church and they both stared at each other.

      “I’m here for the funeral,” he answered. “And I am aware of that. I came here to see her before people would crowd in.” Elijah knew it was Ariel, his daughter. How would he introduce himself? “You’re Ariel, correct? The daughter?”

"Yes, I am. The body viewing was yesterday, why didn’t you come to that?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow. Even with the hair and eyes she had gotten from her father, it was suddenly striking how similar she was to her mother.

Her eyes studied the man, unsure of what to do. What of he had just found out about the death? She couldn’t let him not say goodbye, if that was the case. There had to be a reason he wasn’t at the wake yesterday.

The teenager stepped off to the side to let him pass, up to the coffin at the front. “May I ask who you are, anyway? You had to have known my mom, but I’ve never met you.”

Hahahaaaa

I’m so irritated

I wouldn’t quit if everybody quit // ariel&ryan

ryan-the-sinner:

 

He never thought he could find peace while laying next to someone. Sure one day he could see some blonde bimbo on his arm after he made it big.

One who spent all his money and gave him hell but was good in bed and the only reason he kept her around.

But, to actually fall asleep with someone. Wake up at odd times of the night just to see if they’re still there or if it’s a bad dream.

He can now see why his parents have lasted as long as they have and their love for one another still hasn’t faded.

"Time to wake up," he breathes, breath waving through her spilled locks. "Breakfast will be here soon." 

"Just five more minutes." she murmured, curling up tighter. Her fingers linked through his, her head against his chest.

A small ping emitted from her jeans on the ground, and she looked up. She looked groggy, tired. “Who the hell is that?” she murmured, picking up her jeans off the ground.

He chuckles softly with her sleepy request, making himself more comfortable within the waves of her hair, his fingers leaving waves in the ebony locks.

With a quick glance over his shoulder, he shrugs lightly with the interruption. “Like I have a clue, my parents rarely ever call me when they’re on a trip for my father’s business. Probably one of your friends.” 

She didn’t even bother to read the text, before setting it on the nightstand. Ariel curled up into his chest again, allowing herself a few more minutes of comfort before she went to get into the shower.

Ariel lifted her head to meet his eyes, her own still full of sleep. “You alright, baby?” she asked him, fighting back another yawn. Her thumb stroked his cheek gently as she spoke.

college roommates // ariel&oliver

droliverthredsonmd:

theonewhoabandonedheaven:

Sitting on her bed, Ariel let her feet hang off the end, and slipped her flip-flops off. Her fingers ran through her hair, and she sighed quietly. “I signed up for a girl roommate. They might just be overcrowded this year. Nothing we can do about it, I think.” Her brown eyes ran over the room broadly, before landing on Oliver again.

"Who Ariel ACTUALLY is? Uh, Ariel is actually just a 19 year old girl from a small town, who moved to a big city to study Gaelic. My parents moved here from London when I was an infant, and my mom died when I was a kid. My dad remarried after a while, to the embodiment of the evil stepmother. My boyfriend at the time was going here, and it was the furthest away I could get while still having something familiar." she told him, not quite looking at him.

Oliver listened intently, absorbing every bit of personal information that Ariel bestowed on him. It was almost a bit ironic that she were to lose her mother at such a young age as well. Perhaps, it was one of the only ironic circumstances they had in common and for some reason, that pulled him out of his chair behind the small, wooden desk and he took a seat on the floor in front of her, crossing his legs in an Indian style fashion. As she spoke, he couldn’t help noticing the way she seemed to become subtly withdrawn, distant with the recollection of the events detailing her life up to this point.

The annoyance he felt earlier was evaporating and he peered up into her eyes, “It’s unfortunate to hear that your mother passed away… Losing her at such a young age is something I, too, can identify with except there was no replacement mother for me.” he said quietly, his fingers plucking at the fabric of his khaki slacks. After a moment, his eyes seemed to soften as he thought about his own afflictions and the thought that they may the reason his mother had abandoned him, “Just knowing she were there would make all the difference, even if she was ‘evil'…”

Deciding it best to lay the topic rest for now to avoid rehashing his memories, he continued, “So… Gaelic is it? I have only studied such languages briefly myself… Are you expecting to travel abroad at some point?”

Her eyes landed on him briefly, and she laid forward, until she was laying on her stomach on her bed. She propped her head in her elbow. “What happened to your mother? Did she die, like mine did?” Ariel asked him quietly, her brown eyes finally meeting his. The look on his face, the annoyance, has gone away, and now all that was left was curiosity.

She shrugged a little bit, running her slender fingers through her hair. “I don’t know yet. It depends on my grades this semester, and how much money it is.” Ariel told him, watching him. “Why? You want the room to yourself for a couple weeks?”

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