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blue eyed. erin murphy. a soldier w/o a war. [ indie oc. read rules. written by andi. ]

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are you coming to beat the shit out of me or what?

square the fuck up, mr. stark. you’ll regret these words.

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aphotheosis:

kill him erin

*pulls out a knife* it’s murder time

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traumcs:

      ‘ you can’t fix it. ’ he ignores her first jab, and her second. before all this nasty warden business, he would’ve come back with something snappy. but he’s older now, and tired. he should’ve gone through that damned mirror. ‘ let it go, will you? while i’ve decided i still like you. ’ 

       ‘ i can’t believe you admitted to liking me. ’ she folds her arms over her chest, though her smile hasn’t returned with her wit. balfour might be thedas’ biggest asshole, but she’s known him since they were young. it’s a friendship (if they can even call it that) she can’t ignore. ‘ come on, balfour... is it the calling? ’

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traumcs:

she disappoints him, and maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. they aren’t exactly obnoxious twenty-somethings anymore. 

      ‘ don’t you start this with me. i don’t want your help. or anyone’s. as far as you care, i’m perfectly well, understand? ’ 

            ‘ how do you still have friends again? ’

nobody would take balfour’s response as an invitation to inspect him closer, but erin cares just enough to ignore his sharpness. it’s going to be her downfall one day.

                         ‘ let me take a look. otherwise you’re going to get uglier. ’

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@formerbravo. balfour sc.

      ‘ don’t think i don’t know you’re watching me. ’ he wipes the blood away from his lips and hopes she has the sense to ignore the dire state he’s in. 

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       ‘ it’s what i do best with these big eyes of mine. ’ she isn’t standing too close, but close enough to see that he’s looked better. less blood and the like.

                       ‘ do you need some help? ’

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formerbravo replied to your post:

*erin voice* what’s up SHORT STACK

     ‘ … ’ 

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        ‘ Do you need phone books to strap to your feet? ’

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           ‘ I don’t really do anything like that anymore, yknow. ’

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surovost:

he says something in russian. she isn’t meant to understand it. ‘ you are the closest friend i have in the city. you have an issue with that? ’ 

     ‘ oh, of course not. i’ve just had the experience of you wanting something when we see each other. ’ she pulls out a chair to sit across from him, and props her chin up in her palm. 

              ‘ so, how’s life, vas? ’

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ooc; hey like this for a starter or smth !!

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lookchivalrous:

     ‘ yeah, that’s what i thought. ’

oh, now you’ve upset her. lucky for erin, her feelings regenerate twice as quickly as a normal person’s.

            ‘ wipe that smirk off your face. i didn’t come here for your sass. ’

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                                    She knew there was something dark in her then,                            when she left the alley and the shadows followed.

                                                        i. ii. iii. iv.

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lookchivalrous:

      ‘ i ask you to tell me who, any of ’em gonna be real people? ’ 

       ‘ ----can we go back to complimenting me? i don’t appreciate your tone. ’

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lookchivalrous:

     ‘ don’t recall meeting anyone who calls you a sharpshooter. ’ 

       ‘ you’re not meeting the right people, then. a lot of people call me a sharpshooter, okay? ’

[frommemetoyou]

REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version

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undefined

“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

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                                    She knew there was something dark in her then,                            when she left the alley and the shadows followed.

                                                        i. ii. iii. iv.

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lookchivalrous:

@formerbravo. sc.

        ‘ that was pretty impressive– ’ 

        ‘ i know. i try. they don’t call me a sharpshooter for nothing. ’ 

                        they don’t call her that.

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