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《 Evie Graham 》 ━ 26 ━ Empath ━ previous member of The Society ━ Fugitive ✖ Independent OC blog, not affiliated with any particular fandom ✖ Semi-selective ✖ Please read guidelines before interacting

[yxungest-blog]

"Lying will have you punished, Graham." She warned, without any real threat in her tone. She cared for those she supervised, and was easily concerned when it came to their safety. On base, at least. Outside, it was every soldier for themselves

"Believe it or not, I’m not a total cunt. Spill it."

[acumine-blog]

          ❝I’m working on it.❞                                                Evie offered simply, hoping that would be enough to satisfy Teska.

          ❝The doctors said I have to work on building mental walls, but it’s harder than it sounds.❞ She added, part of her wanting to just tell someone, but her pride stopping her short - biting down hard on the inside of her cheek, teeth slicing through soft flesh and copper pooling across her tongue - before she spilled any more.

[yxungest-blog]

“Dismiss.” She instructed with a wave of her hand, directed towards her other troops. Each saluted, before making their ways back to their quarters. She folded her arms before Evie, annoyance evident in her expression.

"At ease. What is wrong with you? I’ve been told of some— Mental issue." Empath, she didn’t want to repeat the word — Would it be insensitive? “You’re one of the best. I know you’re better than this.”

[acumine-blog]

The shot of frustration she could feel emanating from her superior set Evie off balance again, the lack of any real ‘wall’ in place leaving her exposed – like a nerve – and even the slightest hint of intense emotion left her feeling raw and hollowed out.

Not that she’d admit that to anyone.

Mental issue? Her eyes blazed at the insinuation behind Telka’s words, and she clenched her jaw; swallowing hard before speaking again.

          ❝It’s under control, ma’am.❞                                                               She said steadily.

[acumine-blog]

just something for verses page pls ignore

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[yxungest-blog]

"Think you’re gonna take down anything with posture like that?" A sharp finger jabbed at the other’s chest, the little fault in their footing combined with the push making the soldier loose balance. "Straighten up, Evie! I’m wasting my time with you when I could be with the other, better, troops!”

[acumine-blog]

Evie grimaced as Teska's hand sent her sprawling, scrambling back to her feet and schooling her posture into place          back straight, shoulder's squared, legs elbows-width apart          as she stared down her mentor, biting down on the inside of her cheek to keep back the curse she wanted to spit.

She'd never really been all that good at taking criticism, and this was no exception.

          ❝Sorry, ma'am.❞                                         She said, keeping her expression blank as she awaited her next instruction or insult.

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Closed. {Evie/Ceri.}

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“I should. Yeah, I should.”

The younger unbuckled her seatbelt, and turned, resting her palm on the car door’s handle. Hesitantly, she opened it, swinging her legs out.  

                                   Then, quickly, she moved back into her seat,                                    shaking her head and slamming the door shut,                                    clipping on her seatbelt once more.

"I just want ice cream."

[acumine-blog]

          "Okay." Evie nodded, steeling herself as she leaned across to press a brief, gentle kiss to the younger's cheek.

          "Any preference? You know this area better than I do." The empath asked, attempting to change the subject.

                     She hated seeing Ceri so... Defeated was the only word that seemed to fit.

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                                               To you                                                              I’d give                                       e  v  e  r  y  t  h  i  n  g                 That I have,                                                              That I’ve become                                I’d give them all                                                     Because there is                                          n  o  t  h  i  n  g                 That I have                                                               That could matter more to me                                           Than you

[vxtus-archive-blog]

Independent John Mitchell RP

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Closed. {Evie/Ceri.}

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"No, no, I wanna. I wanna see it again." She deserved to see it again. She deserved to be reminded of what she’d done, she wouldn’t let herself forget. She didn’t deserve that, the comfort of forgetting. She unclipped her seatbelt with shaking hands as the car drew closer.

Ceri could see it. The little garden, a rusted gate, over grown grass with a ‘For Sale’ sign plunged into the soil. The flower ports were in a state that would have given her Ma a heart attack. Part of Ceri had hoped that her mother would have stayed, kept the garden tidy and the grass short, the window cracked open, just in case Ceri came home.

"Doesn’t look so much like home anymore."

[acumine-blog]

Slowly, Evie pulled the car to a halt, only a few feet from the run-down house.

She wanted to reach out and comfort her partner - could she call her that? - but unsure if she could handle the raw grief Ceri exuded.

          "Do you want to go inside?" She asked, keeping her voice soft.

[acumine-blog]

I will get to all the replies I owe, I have the urge to write but I'm just lacking muse at the moment so I'm going to fuck off and make some icons for my frerin account and try again later

[acumine-blog]

OKAY SO my wonderful, beautiful, fantabulous, amazing girlfriend is coming to stay with me for the start of summer so I'm putting the following blogs on a semi-hiatus kinda thing until 4th August

-  acumine -  vxtus -  vextas-bello -  zabadith

[john-ancient-machine-mitchell-d]

Acumine rang the bell...

Letting out an audible groan Mitchell jogged to the front door,

      mouth frothy and a toothbrush between his teeth.

He pulled the door open as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

      “Hey! How’s it goin’?”

[acumine-blog]

          ❝Hello, I━ Oh, is this a bad time?❞

Evie stopped dead mid-sentence, eyeing the foam around the other's lips with a slight frown.

          ❝Are you George or am I at the wrong house?❞

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kindofxtwisted

acumine

     ”You got a lighter?”

[acumine-blog]

          ❝I do if you've got a smoke?❞

Fishing through her jacket, Evie unearthed a tacky, 'Thundercats' light from her pocket, balancing it between her fingers as she waited for a response.

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        A prompting look at the files in her arms. 

 ”With his real name and a little search  I should be able to track him and his  other identities down. I know a thing or  two about staying under the radar. That’s  good—the more information you have  to hand me, the quicker we are done.”

        He looked now straight at her, his eyes locked         on hers in a piercing look able to uncover.

 ”I'd need you to tell me more about the  circumstances of your request, though.  No more than is necessary. I just need  to be sure I’m not going to threaten his  safety.”

[acumine-blog]

          ❝Help yourself.❞

                                         She slid the files across the desk towards him, a little reluctant to part with them. Months of work, several - potentially - incriminating pieces of information.

          ❝I will need the assurance that whatever you see in them will remain private, of course.❞

          ❝It's more of a find and retrieve kind of request.❞                                                                                                   The empath promised, meeting his - unnerving - gaze head on.

          ❝I just need to know where he is.❞

[ofabyss]

          “ If you’re looking for more horror-like, shark-              -related movies, Sand Sharks has my vote. ”

[acumine-blog]

Sand Sharks?

          ❝Sounds sufficiently terrible.❞

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headcanon, zombie apocalypse [Roe]

She was in Chicago when the outbreak began; Bigger city, more chaos and the world was going to hell. One three people who lived above the shop were survivors the rest had either been infected or already been putt down by a bullet ‘tween the eyes.

She’s hellbent on escaping civilization. 

[acumine-blog]

Chicago, Illinois. It was supposed to be a break; a respite from the never ending stream of cases and bruises and interventions... But it was something much, much worse.

Evie was on the subway when it started. The shifting. One minute, the woman opposite her was sleeping; the next she was twisting and writhing and foaming at the mouth as she sank her teeth into the throat of the passenger beside her.

She barely made it out alive; bruised and battered but not bleeding. Still clean, and searching for a way out.

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Closed. {Evie/Ceri.}

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Of course she knew. Stupid. Not just stupid, but a mindless murderer too. This wasn’t fair on Evie, she shouldn’t have to put up with it. Ceri’s lip trembled, a hand pushing through dark hair. She didn’t want to drive any further. She could already see the steadily approaching crime scene tape.

She gave her hair a tug. She couldn’t cry, she wouldn’t. She’d cried far too many times in front of Evie. It wasn’t fair. She had no reason to cry, she wanted to do it. Deep down, she knew she’d do it to Evie too. It scared her. The house crept closer, closer. Ceri tried to make herself disappear. A flood of memories hit her hard, and her mouth moved faster than her brain could stop it.

"—-Celyn was still screaming when I left."

[acumine-blog]

Evie struggled to hold up her defenses as Ceri's emotions crashed against them like a tidal wave; a little of her terror, heartache, despair, seeping through the cracks and bleeding into the empath.

          "We don't have to stop the car." Evie promised, swallowing back bile at the younger's words and trying to ignore the way her eyes watered; focusing on the road.