𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨.

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𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐳.  private.  selective.  written by yana.   see rules.

canon divergent and headcanon based. 

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dropking​.

❛ how’s your leg? ❜ he had one hand wrapped around joeys waist and the other wielding a gun aimed in front of them, in case of enemy attacks. ❛ i’m going to get us out of here, joey — i can promise you that. ❜ he pushed along further. he couldn’t stop the fear from sinking in as he moved deeper into the caves, knowing joeys life was quite literally in his hands at this moment sent his adrenaline spiking. ❛ joey — come on  ,  keep talking to me. ❜

𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.    𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.    he could hear himself breathing in his own ear,   along with the colonel’s begging of him to speak more.    his body felt light,   being dragged along against the will of his legs.    in his heart the familiar feeling of doubt crawled into the crevices and whispered of a grave future.    joey had felt it before the mission began,   and again that feeling crept inside him once more.    he had no ebullient energy to share,   nor any jokes to tell.    suddenly,   eric’s voice came back to him,   like a memory he had almost forgotten,   

❛ hey… ❜ he said aloud,   though it came out well below the tone he usually held.    he could hardly hear himself.    ❛ your satellite was pretty awesome… heh… ❜ if the words had been left unfinished,   they would have came off as sarcastic,   though there was only a midget of his usual playfulness,   ❛ really… really… like,   look… ❜ joey wasn’t certain if eric would stop to take in the surroundings,   but from his body being carried through caverns and near the ruins of what seemed like an ancient temple,   joey could tell that it was an incredible find—perhaps not for the mission they set out for,   but he could imagine the awe on the faces of archeologists or historians who felt this temple had been lost into history.    joey wasn’t sure why his mind was straying so far,   even now as his eyes blurred in and out.    ❛ hey colonel….    am i gonna die?… am i dead? ❜

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“Reading was a fissure she could fall into, a warm space with two walls, a sweet forgetfulness.”

— Gail Jones, from ‘Dreams of Speaking’