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There are only a few times in her life the child has felt more terrified than she currently did. Actually, there were far more than a few, but that’s irrelevant. Currently she’s frozen in place, hands raised to about shoulder height but seemingly stuck there. Aside from the occasional twitch of her fingers Lottie isn’t moving at all.
There’s a spider on her head. Not an extremely large one, but it wasn’t particularly small. She knew it was there because she had saw it right before it landed on her. What was she supposed to do? The small ravenette wanted it gone, but she also didn’t want to accidentally hurt it.
She was completely at a loss as to what she should do–!
He doesn’t know how to deal with children.
He likes kids... his sister has a son. But, kids don’t exactly like the young soldier, and he’s fine with that. He’s not in a place where he wants or needs a child. He’s just returned from active combat. He simply wants to have an easy life for a while.
However, there is a child standing in the middle of the shop, in the middle of his way. With most children, he’d walk right by, not give them another look or thought. It’s not that he’s dismissive, he simply would need to be on his way. However, this little girl is petrified with fear, for some reason, simply standing in the middle of everyone’s path.
So basket full of groceries is place by his boots, voice is steady and calm. He doesn’t want to scare her even more.
“You okay?”
She didn’t have time for a prisoner, much less one that needed constant surveillance. Perhaps if it had been even five years ago that this man had fallen into her hands, tumbled from his place above ground into the labyrinth of the underground, it would have not been so taxing. She may not have given as much slack then, with plans moving smoothly, and last minute hitch ups bothering her less. The Ishvalan killing potential Human Sacrifices was weighing on her mind, as well as the movements of the Elrics, and Mustang’s faction. If he had come into her clutches just five years prior she would have never turned her back to him.
As it is now she tracks him through the noises he makes, the creak of his chair as he readjusts, and the steps he takes from his desk to the bookshelves and back. She doesn’t need to look to make sure he is doing his work; she tells from how much he puts into a complete, neat pile at the end of the day. He does no slack, he does no idle, and most of his talk remains on the task at hand. She knows humans well enough to know that reprieve is necessary; that they might need breaks. He orders food, but rarely pauses as he eats, or drinks. He gets up to stretch and move, but it’s no more than five minutes every few hours. His files had told of him pouring over work for far too long; it holds true here.
She doesn’t look up when a cup is placed before her, but she does pause. The line of text she had been pouring over, scribbled in a corner of a makeshift map that had been passed through a chain of men to reach the Führer’s hand and, as it all inevitably does, her’s. It was a map of movements of potential targets, potential complications, as well as a potential terrorist threat towards the Amestris Nation. The Promise Day loomed; they needed as much of the populous alive as possible. She is quiet as he shifts plates about, settling a second tea cup down, and picking up the warm pot. The scroll is abandoned, set aside with gentleness stemmed from mental exhaustion that almost none see, and up she looks. At him. shaved and proper; a prisoner being hospitable to his warden.
“I have a lot on my plate.” It’s not an excuse, or really an explanation; he knows her workload by now. She has been able to safely push some of it to him, freeing up just a but more of her time, but still she works nonstop. She works until the plan is complete, regardless. Her chair creaks as she leans back, the wood worn smooth against the way her curves fits against it, and her weight leaving impressions in both the seat and legs. The scroll rolls now that it is not pinned under her hands, but she ignores it; her fingers tangle into her hair to comb out lacking tangles and throw black waves away from her face “Why now?”
She questions him a moment too late, perhaps, since another arm reaches before her. The runner does not look at her, but looks straight ahead, and vermilion eyes follow him out; apprehension and fear holding a very familiar stench in his odor. Those same eyes return to Maes, assessing him, even as she graces him with a positive movement. “You usually work through your lunches.” She grabs a sugar cube, piled delicately in a little dish, and lets it drop with a clink into her cup. It was as much of an invitation as his words had been an invitation to her. She meets his eye as her thumb presses against her lips, catching stray granules of sugar, before they fell to her dress.
“I thought you mostly drank coffee.”
“I know you do. That’s why you need to take a break.” He retorts, settling back into his seat, left arm coming high above his head for a moment, giving himself enough to stretch. The room is plush enough, the chairs are comfortable and there are more books than he could ever read, however--sometimes joints lock even when sitting in the most comfortable chairs. A groan escapes him for a moment, joints pop and he resettles in. It’s not painful, the stone did it’s job-- however the ghost of scar tissue and pain occasionally settles into his bones. It mostly settles late at night, with the weight of his world bearing down, but now it flares lightly-- licking at the would be would be would. As if it’s a remind that he shouldn’t be alive.
It’s concerning, but not enough to truly mention.
At her words he almost laughs, he’s spoken those very words to he and various others before. He works through lunch most days, but today is an exception. He can feel the change of the seasons above them, he can feel sickness beginning to sink claws into his back. So, he changes his habits to boost his immune system, he knows it’s a preventative measure. He’ll most likely feel better with a full night’s rest and not sitting among the dusty tombs, however, he does have a bit of an ulterior motive.
Well, it’s more than a bit of an ulterior motive.
Quizzical mind is rarely resting, and there are many questions he’s been on the cusp of asking through these months, but their conversation has been friendly, punctuated with tea and coffee, sometimes meals. She knows him from the words written in his files and what he’s observed, but she’s not the only one that can see a pattern in the mundane, she’s not the only one that looks for small details that may be of future use. He had made a career out of that skill, building a position within the central government and help forge a path in criminal investigations. Like how she puts sugar in her tea first, and then adds cream if she really wants it.
The orderly skitters away, and he has to suppress a comment about how commandeering she is and how that look strikes fear. However it’s swallowed with a bit of his lunch, hazel eyes turn back to her when she makes a remark about his habits. And while his focus most days is on this room, where all the research and plotting happens, sometimes he knows he needs to take a chance to learn more-- to be able to draw his own conclusions about this underbelly.
“I wasn’t feeling the best, so I figured I needed to get something to eat.” He admits to the woman across from him. Papers are pushed aside, as mug of plain tea is pulled towards him. Finger idly runs over the rim, before letting it fall aside. Letting the tea cool for a moment, so he does not scald himself.
“Doesn’t tea have healing properties?”
the room where it happens / hamilton
injured memes
“ oh my god what happened? ”
“ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ”
“ who did this to you? ”
“ that’s… a lot of blood ”
“ i think… it’s broken ”
“ can you move? does it hurt? ”
“ we need to get you to a hospital ”
“ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch ”
“ it’s just a scratch ”
“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”
“ that’s not supposed to bend that way ”
“ what the hell did you do? ”
“ don’t you pass out on me ”
“ i’m just so tired ”
“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”
“ i just need to sit down for a minute ”
“ let me carry you ”
“ it won’t stop bleeding! ”
“ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise ”
“ hey! i said stay awake! ”
“ tell me what hurts ”
“ does it hurt when i do this? ”
“ ow! that hurts! ”
“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”
“ it was an accident ”
Apparently I cannot read,
“It was a joke?”
… Not that he could explain what the joke was.
“Your delivery needs a bit of work...” Of course that’s a matter of opinion.
"Sorry for my son, had it been my call I'd have probed you for information first."
“Don’t talk about your, son.”
Of course it really didn’t matter now. Considering, he survived in various ways. “I would have died regardless, I was more willing to die, rather than speak.”
@devotxd
“I didn’t realise I had a devoted following me.”
“Huh?”
Well that’s one way to leave him speechless.
“I’m going to watch what is going on...from way over here...WAY over here.”
‘ Okay, here’s the plan: We go in, start hitting people, and see where it takes us.’
hunger games trilogy || starters
veilled:
feel free to change pronouns , tenses , etc .
❝ it takes 10 times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart .❞ ❝ why am i not dead ? i should be dead .❞ ❝ having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing has having a weakness .❞ ❝ i wish i could freeze this moment , right here , right now , & live in it forever .❞ ❝ no one really needs me .❞ ❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ ❝ i am not pretty . i am not beautiful . i am as radiant as the sun .❞ ❝ you love me . real or not real ? ❞ ❝ ally . friend . lover . victor . enemy . fiancee . target . mutt . neighbor . hunter . ally. i’ll add it to the list of words i use to try to figure you out. ❞ ❝ here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ ❝ i’m not like the rest of you . there’s no one left i love .❞ ❝ i’m very hard to catch , & if they can’t catch me , they can’t kill me .❞ ❝ stupid people are dangerous .❞ ❝ you don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope .❞ ❝ you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug .❞ ❝ my nightmares are usually about losing you .❞ ❝ for there to be betrayal , there would have to have been trust first .❞ ❝ destroying things is much easier than making them .❞ ❝ here’s some advice . stay alive .❞ ❝ they’ll either want to kill you , kiss you , or be you .❞ ❝ you’re not leaving me here alone .❞ ❝ well , i don’t have much competition here .❞ ❝ you here to finish me off , sweetheart ? ❞ ❝ i stand by what i said . do you want me to lie about it ? ❞ ❝ because i’m selfish . i’m a coward . ❞ ❝ you & me , we’re even . no more owed . you understand ? ❞ ❝ if we burn , you burn with us .❞ ❝ what ? do you find this distracting ? ❞ ❝ i can still rip your throat out .❞ ❝ where’s loverboy ? ❞ ❝ i’m the kind of girl who , when she might actually be of use , would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die .❞ ❝ the kisses have the opposite effect , of make my need greater . i thought i was something of an expert on hunger , but this is an entirely new kind . ❞ ❝ hope . hope is the only thing stronger than fear .❞ ❝ a spark could be enough to set them ablaze . ❞ ❝ kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there .❞ ❝ whatever breaks you .❞ ❝ i am in pain . that’s the only way i get your attention . ❞ ❝ i’m not going anywhere . i’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble .❞ ❝ imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ ❝ i hate being so alone .❞ ❝ don’t make me sorry i restarted your heart .❞ ❝ they will kill us .❞ ❝ you know , you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him .❞ ❝ please feel free to take this personally . ❞ ❝ at some point , you have to stop running & turn around and face whoever wants you dead .❞ ❝ aim higher in case you fall short .❞ ❝ some walks you have to take alone .❞ ❝ whatever breaks you .❞ ❝ well , you’re a piece of work , aren’t you ? ❞ ❝ isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine , but i don’t even know what your favorite color is ? ❞ ❝ you are my life .❞ ❝ i’m here to help you make an impression .❞ ❝ you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞ ❝ if desperate times call for desperate measures , then i am free to act as desperately as i wish .❞ ❝ so when did I become so special ? ❞ ❝ you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight ? ❞ ❝ technically , i am unarmed . but no one should underestimate the harm fingernails can do .❞ ❝ i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞ ❝ mess with us & we’ll do something worse than kill you . we’ll kill your children .❞ ❝ you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person .❞ ❝ you’re not going to die . i forbid it . all right ? ❞ ❝ i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. ❞ ❝ closing my eyes doesn’t help . fire burns brighter in the darkness . ❞ ❝ jealousy is certainly involved . ❞ ❝ what is the worst pain ? to me , it’s always the pain that is present . ❞ ❝ i’ve been down by the stream collecting berries . would you care for some ? ❞ ❝ may the odds be ever in your favor .❞ ❝ what i need is the dandelion in the spring . the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction . the promise that life can go on , no matter how bad our losses .❞ ❝ ____ ? maybe some pants ? ❞ ❝ i can’t tell what’s real anymore , & what’s made up . ❞ ❝ i knew you’d kiss me . ❞
sorry about that! got a new job, it took over my life for a bit
injured memes
“ oh my god what happened? ”
“ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ”
“ who did this to you? ”
“ that’s… a lot of blood ”
“ i think… it’s broken ”
“ can you move? does it hurt? ”
“ we need to get you to a hospital ”
“ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch ”
“ it’s just a scratch ”
“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”
“ that’s not supposed to bend that way ”
“ what the hell did you do? ”
“ don’t you pass out on me ”
“ i’m just so tired ”
“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”
“ i just need to sit down for a minute ”
“ let me carry you ”
“ it won’t stop bleeding! ”
“ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise ”
“ hey! i said stay awake! ”
“ tell me what hurts ”
“ does it hurt when i do this? ”
“ ow! that hurts! ”
“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”
“ it was an accident ”