THE UNDYING.

danny rand written by siv.

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your beard is fabulous never shave

     ———  was just waiting for someone to bring that up !!

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Marvel’s Iron Fist Official Trailer [x]

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You think the four of you can save New York? You can’t even save yourselves.

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Defend

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      ———   starter call !!

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                       ❛  my instinct is to avoid violence.  ❜    alertness highlighting the natural repose to his tone, gazing with strongly marked apprehension.    being in the presence of a known malicious force ————   the very  storm  he vowed to hold back   ————— his mind  remains  bound  to  instinct.       ❛  when  there  are  more  peaceful  alternatives.   ❜

//: starter ( @silfursvik )

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                       ❛   you  look  tense.   ❜    upon  observation  of  a   faltered  form ---------   he  would  hope  to  emit  the  assurance  of   his  own   composure,     fragilely  tethered   to  some   abstract    (  more so naive  )    sense  of  unbridled   optimism.     ❛  there  is  no need to be alarmed.   ❜

//: starter ( @shadowported )

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                      ❛  night  is  the  ideal  time  for  schemers  and  adventurers.   ❜    a  figure  perched  atop  wooden  steps,   cloaked  in the obscurity  of  his  own  shadow   from  the  steady  moonlight  weighing  over  his  shoulders,    gaze  trained contently  before  him.    ❛  i  wonder,   which  are  you ?   ❜

//: starter ( @nightclawed )

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      mmmm the way danny wears a jacket without a shirt to show off his mark, that’s the good shit

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      ---------   starter call !!

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back here.   all threads dropped, message me if you want to continue one.   i’ll be posting a starter call soon.   i’ve gained some new followers since last month, still working on adding back/seeing if they want to interact.

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considerate as always.

danny’s reminder is helpful, because she wouldn’t have remembered, not in the wake of blood and a bullet wound. such things tend to send her into AUTOPILOT, and she nods, a little embarrassed even as her fingers itch to reach for the forceps and gauze, to at leaststem the bleeding for him with pressure, and settles instead for helping him onto one of the many empty cots. his abilities are all listed in a file, locked away in a safe inside a locked room, with his codename: IRON FIST, labeled at the top, and she’s read those files on all her patients a hundred times, but god damn it if she doesn’t FORGET.

❝ right, right, ❞ she responds, tilting her head and sitting down in her chair near the cot, within arm’s reach of the gauze –– just in case. ❝ you wanna talk about what happened, or you want me to make you some tea? ❞

 COMPOSURE  UNDER  THE   lock   &&   key  of  silence,      where   he  may  withdraw  his thoughts  from   the   unnerving   depth   of   reality ---------------           vanish  out  of  life  as completely   as   if   to   delve    in   a   realm    of    absolute   spirituality.        for  a  moment  hues   dance    in   pursuance    of    this    resolve,    though  upon  realizing  its  absurdities  they  divert   to  her  own   steady   gaze.        ❛   yes,   we  can  talk.   ❜       weary  repose  to  his  tone   ;;    the   young  divine,    with   his   deathly   fatigue   defined   so   heavily   by   strained  brows   upon    withered   hues,     can  sense  his  waning  attention,   though  he  does   little  to   impede   it.          ❛   ------------ i  could  use  some  company.   ❜

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@silverheartsilverskin cont.

TENSION  UNFOLDED  IN  THOSE  weary   hues,     though    eminent    with    the    directness   of    his    solemn    fervor,     laced   in   genuine   concern   following   closely   by   each strain   of   motion.           dwelling    on    the    brink    of    exhaustion,     he   can   scarcely   conjure   the    combative    energy    to  rise.         only  by   unmitigated  will   does  he  interrupt   his   state   of   rest,      forcing   himself   away   from   any   form   of   support,  oblivious   to   the  inimical    stings    from  countless  wounds     (  for no bodily   harm   could   amount   to   his   mental  state  of  entropy  ).       jaw   set  firmly  against  clenched  teeth,    he  cloaks  all  such   pain  under  a  composed  facade    ;;    an  ever-recurring  torture  to  be  felt  at  any  moment   in   the  midst  of  his   struggle.      ❛   i   can’t   explain  everything   in   the   little   time   we   have.   ❜      

stifled,    soundless,     each   word   drawn   out   to   the   repose   of   his   fatigued  form   as   his   gaze   settles  upon   the   depths   of   her   own   blue   hues.       ❛   you  have  to  trust  me.   ❜       taking  her  hand  in  the  grasp   of   both  his  own,   a  caress  so  tender,  &&    withal   so  unobtrusive,     removing  the  ice  laid  against  his  cheek.      an  absurd  request ------------    how   can  he  ask  for  trust ?          he's  been   trained   to  kill,   not  protect,    how  can  he   even   trust   himself ?       a   living  weapon   immune  to  all   forms  of   apathy,     he'll  have  to  defend  her  from  his   own  destructive   behavior   before  anything.        ❛   ------------ it’s  very  important  that   you  do.   ❜

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❝       ————————-   tell  me  you’re  here  to    assist   in  patrolling  the  streets   .       ❞       there’s  humor  in  low  timbre   ,   red   -   clad  feet  planting  themselves  beneath  a  building  ledge    ;    she    hangs    upside   -   down   ,   arms  cross  ‘gaist  her  chest   .     (       despite  defensive  stance   ,   a    dimpled  smile    remains  on  her  face   .     )       teeth   bared   ,   friendly  visage   ,   she    grins    widely   .        ❝       could  use  some  extra  hands   ,   y’know   .       ❞

        ❛     --------------- OF COURSE.     ❜       natural    repose    to   his   tone,     a   certain   essence   ( or lack thereof )   that   exudes   neither   senses   of   hostility   nor   appeal.     rather,    a   distinct  absence  of   feeling   cloaks   these   misty   hues,     latent   in   depth   by   flaxen-clothed   facade,     despite   the   steady   gleam   of   moonlight   now   weighing   down  upon   them.       ❛    i  could  use  company on  a   night  like  this.    ❜

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          She can’t HELP but feel a little apprehensive. From previous experiences, strangers haven’t exactly been TRUSTWORTHY       And Kara is fully aware that judging strangers is impolite, especially when she has no prior knowledge of who or what they may be. But it’s become second nature to be MISTRUSTFUL. Like it’s the only way she can protect herself from being manipulated like she’s been SO MANY times in the past. So she stands       Steadfast and assured ( outwardly, anyway ) that she would not waver if he intended to fight.    

                 ADVANCING  NOW  IN  THE  MIDST  of  curiosity  ( over hostility )  he  finds  no  reason  to withdraw  from  the  light ------------   that  gleam  weighing  down  on  his  shoulders.     the  innermost   depth  of  his  mind  devoured  by  dusk  while  the  shadow  of  his  figure,   which  the  moon's  shine   casts over  the ground before  him,   is  tremulous  with  the  repose  of his  appeal,    a  contrast  to  the mask’s   vehement  nature.     within  the  assurance  of  his  grim  facade  hues  fall  upon  her  form,   marking  that  quiet  state  of  wound.     ❛  you  can  trust  me.  ❜