âfalling out of loveââ â
{ ` he couldnât move his legs. he couldnât move his legs. the steady stream of words repeats itself in hanâs mind, even as he stares at the wheelchair parked thoughtfully beside his gurneyâheâd need it. trapped in a haze of sedatives and painkillers, it takes hours to gather the courage to drag his lower body to the edge. a glance around reveals his predicament with ease; jinri and soojung had departed already, whether to take a break from the chemical scent of the room or the depressing company that he offeredâhis own self-depreciating conclusionâand why the hell didnât they have windows anyways? the ache for first air and sunshine drives him to move. to fight, lifting his useless limbs while balancing his weight on a sore arm. }
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         { ââ ; } ( ` naturally she is of the few (or a dumbfoundedly blatant amount) that are.. thrown by the announcement alliance â not that she couldnât see the justification behind it, but nonetheless, it was a bit weird to be roaming the halls of the brotherhood base. miyoung has been here a few times now, the first being to drop off the injured brotherhood and institution students and the few remained being small errands to run for the likes of xavier. sheâs been doing recon, see, given the fact thatâcompared to myungsooâher face was a lot âfresherâ to the likes of busan. and notably enough, even if it was a sore point, no one would ever suspect a woman as much. )
youâd think magneto was trying to train an army down here.
( ` mumbles under her breath as she exists the training area in favor of doing a bit more mindless wanderingâif only for the fact that she had time to kill while waiting for her next mission; spying, so funâfingers lifting to scratch at her nose absently as wandering eyes flick from side to side â only to halt at the sight of a head of messy blond locks wheeling right toward the top of the stairs. miyoung doesnât take much to think it over, already stepping over as she raises for voiceââYAHââboots squeaking against wooden floors as she pushes herself to rush over, generating a gust of wind that throws him back before slender fingers coil around the handles of the chair, tugging him back and pulling him around to face herâanger and worry tainting pretty features--all in one go )
what the fuck are you doing?















