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"if you don't try to save one life, you'll never save any" [ tracking callitwar ]

[foudrv-archived]

                            “—We’ll find another way.”

          A limb that doesn’t favor his wound is seized, draped about a bridge of built hombres. With ease and gradual sense, she corrects their posture in a mutual stand. Her support of his frame is one of ease——as though this is no taxing task at all.

[callitwar]

    Though her act of support was reassuring and very much welcome, discomfort and pain still wedged themselves into every stagger, every forced step he took with the soldier beside him. He was grateful nonetheless, so forcing himself to keep up with her pace became the only retort he knew. He trusted her guidance — And if she would guide, then he would follow without hesitance.

    Lead the way, partner.

[foudrv-archived]

          “Can you stand?”

[callitwar]

    "Yeah — But I won't be able to make that jump."

[deadlyadawong]

[aerxck]

R A D I A N C E

[abawong]

[foudrv-archived]

          “You should be used to how quiet I am.”

[callitwar]

    "Think you can make today an exception?"

[foudrv-archived]

          “…”

[callitwar]

    "You're a little quiet. Everything okay?"

[foudrv-archived]

          “Hn——” It’s a gentle audible expulsion. The way that it hums and reverberates throughout slenderly toned femininity, the way that it defines silence’s runner-up of personification. But it is only due to contemplation’s whim when gallant stride carries her toward a willow weeping in revering pleasure to the balmy breeze that rolls through effortlessly. It teases the savior—tugs at roseate fringe of bang that causes a lateral appendage to swoop skyward, catching the strands between slender digits. Said grasp merely wisps outward in correction to this quadrant of roseate magistrate.

          A pleasant day.

[callitwar]

    Love. A word often used for its potency now seemed insufficient, not capable of something as simple as defining the affection of this agent — But  he was undeniably in love with her. Enamored with her veracity, and the reverent gaze was proof of those feelings he held towards her. He's too acquainted with the feeling now. The mellow contentment that always settled given the familiarity of her contours. So he left his obligations for a while, to pay a visit to the one who mattered most. Those engraved protocols and routines now carefully still. Silently awaiting in the back of his mind; awaiting only for a situation to arise.     He sought, and he found. And there was the soldier who stirred it all. From the strongest of logics, to the weakest of hearts. There stood his soldier, and every ounce of rationale dissolved into sheer admiration. His worries soothed by her attire, the shade of her skin, the smooth curves that resided underneath fabric. She was his soldier, now and always. Even if she was no longer within his reach, the eyes were able to revere cautiously in perhaps the most proportional being this world had to offer. That alone was enough for him.     There was a brief sting of guilt, for disrupting this perfect moment of normality. Normality only awarded to those select few.     He couldn't quite find it in him to break the silence.  — Until he did. "Enjoying the view?"

[foudrv-archived]

"You're all I have."

                     I know I’ve got my problems and it’s probably me,                                                                                   so hold on to me..                                                                                                        hold on to me.

          Alone are they, together as one. The way that the water beats down on the roof above like a merciless fury. The way that oceanus oculi rippled with each pitter and patter, the roar of surging waters that once caused the Mighty Flood. It’s calming, an ease, a welcoming embrace of the storm that still rages within her that shall never be conquered. There is lightning and there is thunder in those veins, fire and ice that edge in fringe. A maelstrom of hardened, warring perpetuity. But tonight.. tonight it is different in the midst of a welcoming, humbling storm. The way that silence has taken her as it usually does, but she is not alone.

          It’s all slowly melting away, falling into nothingness with masculine, calloused appendages that begin to slip over porcelain hombres that merely held up straps to a top that served concealed slumber’s purpose. Digits that push beneath those straps and enforce their collapse, their tumble down the curve of lightly scarred hombres. It causes a revering part to supple grooves. Rearward is her glance that is halted by the nudge of a crown.

          Considerable is their difference in height, but all the more accommodated with each passing moment. The way a broadened, chiseled mandible works its way from roseate magistrate’s crown’s peak, to the nape of alabaster flesh (large digits moving aside stray clusters of roseate), to the curve of her neck. She moves not, for her reluctance would be for naught. For she is human, she is a still as human as those impulses are from days long passed. Though her powers be in a domain of the gods, her body and mind and soul hold dock in a harbor of humanity. She’s fought him for so long, for even now she wants to yank away and deject him. For how many times has he left? This is not a forever chance. Forever means nothing to a soldier because nothing ever gets a chance at forever…                                                 but maybe she wants to try.

          So she doesn’t fight it. She lets it occur, lets it ensue. When will she ever see him again, anyway? And by this time, his hands have etched tiny circles down slender, porcelain-turned-steel obliques. Those familiar digits that slip beneath the fabric and begin to rise once more, scaling that flesh once more. And she can feel the rows of flawless ivory graze across her shoulder, causing electricity to surge through her. A crown of roseate magistrate teeters in reverse, a breath expelling in a sort of delight. Ebon lash flatters, oceanus oculi become concealed. And she loses herself to the breath that mars her flesh with a splotch of pink from the tease of teeth. But slender limbs rise and he takes the privilege given to him, slipping the tank from her frame.

          Tonight.. just for tonight. She would be his, and he would be hers.                                                                                             Toy soldiers.

[venenosidad-deactivated20140909]

[foudrv-archived]

"Don’t be afraid."

          It was something new to her. The shambling of individuals, the desire to rip flesh from bone and to govern death to life. His words were like reassurance kissing upon alabaster countenance, helping her through. But did she truly need it? Was this really the worst occurrence to man? All of the things she had come across and all of the pain that she’s gone through—the people that have been slaughtered in cold blood before her very eyes. Seeing them turned into monsters ready to pounce and devour… it was almost fitting. As though karma took a shot and succeeded tenfold.

          Her blade had been drawn long before sighting humane degradation. Inward doth readied stride ensue, leathern appendages smoothing along the hilt in vertical exposure. Before her does this blade grant demeaning reckoning of its fang. But do these beasts care? No. They hold no care whatsoever. Only for the pulse in her neck, the rhythmic beating of her heart and the blood surging through her veins. How hungry are they, as this duo hangs in the balance of ignorance to their location. It was only bound to happen with this goddamned agent at her side. Those words rang in her mind over and over and over again.

          Stride hastens, acceleration inevitable as this blade dips inward—its apex kissing and grazing at the worn ground beneath her boots. This acceleration is met with the clockwise rotation and ascension of crimson fang. This blade was the length of her height, nearly, and as it drove through degrading flesh and sickening ammonia of death. However, within the midst of this rotational alignment wouldst a broadening of lateral bicep and hombre ensue. Muscular, systematic influence ripping the blade in declination. The hilt rolls in the curvature foundation of her palm, released by the liberal appendage just as bisection of a second being is etched into reality. A spring in reverse is taken place, minimal was it, as a shamble toward her to grasp upon her in a needy embrace is avoided.

          Firmed articulation sounds forth, following the shattering reverberation of a Jericho sounding off. The bullet slips through the practically hollow cranial cavity of the aforementioned.

                                                           “Worry about yourself.”

[chirikalovesjill]

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[callitwar]

    Sunlight arose; heat spread and a subtle ease settled. The medley of faces now continued on their way for distraction. Their expressions, each and everyone one of them, were as lively, as joyful as the next few that followed. A pleasant sight it was; to see all those gathered,     Even without them around, he still reckoned the mass; kept his attention on the little ones. For once, he wasn't surrounded by the dead. Streets weren't cluttered with corpses. No gunshots ringing in his ears. There was no hurry. No shrieking. Although, there was one thing.            — Laughter. The faint chirping of birds. Leaves rustling in the wind. If anyone were to question, he would have no way to answer. No exact words would be given; there was only a lighthearted simper to proffer.     His gaze shifted towards the sky. A sweet scent allied with a breeze, filled his lungs and beckoned his very steps.     Days of tranquility owed the agent, after all.

[mariabarring]

[foudrv-archived]

    Subtlety forged via breath of exasperated length. A tremor flooded throughout ceramic countenance, resplendent semblance nigh unparalleled rippling in the day’s extensiveness. It was but reflexive course that crystalline, ultramarine lagoons began a panning by means of observatory drill. Surroundings would be soaked within the belly of the leveled form of liberation.

[callitwar]

    Tireless endeavors impeded what used to be visits out of devotion to his Soldier. Though, it was inevitable that the pair reunite, even if consistency played no role in his stay. His vision curiously nestled through a foreign area. He sought the familiar pink tinge. He regarded from where he stood; her stance alone was worth awing over.

[brandnewevolution]

+ callitwar has found the line

Pale eyes blinked repeatedly as he stared at the figure before him; a nervous grin erupted across his face as a hand scrabbled near sheepishly through his blond hair. "Hey Mister American! Ya’ ever get that vacation yo?"

[callitwar]

Bemusement - His own dazed attention attempted a hasty recovery. With the acquainted features, optics beheld him for a split moment before whisking to a different location. He was prone to amusement. "You mean the one you blokes ruined?" Even with a given stern reply, an elated smirk prolonged.

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