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i apologize for my absence over here for anyone looking for a reply from me ! david’s being a pissbaby. what’s new about that. i’ve mainly been on my multi-muse blog bc that’s proving to be so much easier for fickle muses. bUT i’m hoping some of my partners will come back around here so that david will come back. here’s to hoping. replies over here will just continue to be slow otherwise !
“ oh, no. ” the simplicity of such a statement comes tainted with regretful sadness. time, she had found, was scarce when you were losing your mind. and before? well before her thoughts had turned scarlet, her days were spent caring for hungrier matters. ; “ never really got the chance. pietro …. had one once, i think. but he had to drop it, before it was my turn to drive. ”
he notes the sadness that crosses her. it’s enough to make him want to HELP. [ which was a difficult thing to accomplish for david. he’d resigned himself long ago to just avoid people && their problems. ] ❛ i could take you riding. if you WANT, that is. ❜
❝ a horrible decision if you ask me… ❞ she grumbles as she slowly comes to her senses. she takes in her new setting, cautious of his intentions. though she’s grateful, she isn’t sure if she could TRUST HIM or not. more thank likely, the answer would be NOT to trust anyone. she doesn’t move from her spot as she watches him or tries to follow him as he… moves from one place to another in the blink of an eye.
JUMPER, her said. ❝ jumper ? ❞ she repeats, perplexed by the name. she’d never met a jumper so she hesitates to reply to his question as she takes the bottled water he offers. her eyes become fixed on the bottle as she deliberates her options - there weren’t many.
❝ pusher, ❞ she finally replies, eyes gazing up into his. ❝ where am i ? who are you ? if you’re with division, you’ll REGRET having saved my life… ❞ her tone hardens, eyes promising that her threat was not an empty one if he gave her a reason to follow up on it.
as she settles, he moves around the small home he’d made for himself; walls made of stone, glass windows && no door. he didn’t NEED one. he looks back to her once she speaks again, watching how she tested his power’s name on her lips. he arches his own brows at HER name. what did THAT mean ? ❛ division ? what’s that ? ------------the guys chasing you, right ? i thought they were paladins at first. ❜
he shakes his head && sits onto the edge of his bed, fiddling with his hands. ❛ we’re in texas. i didn’t know where else to take you. but i can take you anywhere you’d like. well------- anywhere in that photo album over there. ❜ he points over to the book on the shelf. ❛ ‘m DAVID, by the way. david rice. ❜
one agent went down after she aimed for his knee. the other, however, deflected the bullets as his eyes became coldly fixed on hers. she quickly realizes, to her horror, that it was a MOVER. before fear can set in, however, confusion is reflected on her features when the young man from before has his arms wrapped around her & tells her to hold her breath.
she struggles at first, dropping her gun in the process in panic as she locked eyes with the MOVER. ❝ no stop ! he’ll kill y— ❞ but the air in her lungs is suddenly lost & she’s in a freefall. her panic is tenfold now & the world around her loses balance. once it stops, she can barely stand on her own feet.
a loud, shuddering gasp slips through her lips as she crumbles against him, eyes scanning the area for threats but seeing they weren’t in the same room where was she ? he tells her to sit & without a second thought, she collapses to the ground & sits on her knees. she completely ignores his questions & asks one of her own ; ❝ why did you what are you ? ❞
he’s HESITANT to answer her. but it’s not like they had much room for SUBTLY now. ❛ you were in DANGER. it was the best option. ❜ he crouches down with her && purses his lips. ❛ JUMPER. what are YOU ? ❜ he knows it’s not his business. but if he was going to HELP her, he needed to know more about her. ❛ here----- ❜ he murmurs, jumping to the small fridge in the room && moving back to her once he had a bottle of water in hand. even if she was dangerous, he’d treat her with the most respect he could until proven to be a foe.
the offer is a surprise but one she takes in stride, acceptance paired with a feathering of roses across her cheeks. “ why not—- i mean, you did ask nicely. ” hand extends now and she’s beaming brightly. “ i’m gwen, by the way. ”
❛ DAVID. ❜ he grins as he takes her hand, gently squeezing her hand. ❛ it’s my lucky day for running into you, gwen. never met a girl that looked so beautiful with a blush. ❜ too forward ? not even close. he was used to simply being asked to go home with girls. a cup of coffee was DOCILE. he nods his head towards the coffee shop down the road && slips his hands into his pockets. they were doing too much WALKING for his tastes. it made him a little antsy.
You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
Magnus Bane The Infernal Devices
(via demolitiongirl)
Les Misérables, “I Dreamed a Dream”
I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.
Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via indxstress)
she stares him down, eyes trained on him & ready to give him another command this time with the intention of crippling him if he tried anything funny. but without any warning, he vanishes. she blinks, CONFUSED what the hell !? she looks around, panic slowly prickling over her skin. then, his voice breaks her concentration.
she turns with a gasp, gun still trained on him despite his protests. ❝ STOP THAT. ❞ she exclaims, her brain trying to make up an explanation she wasn’t imagining things, was she ? was he a mover ? maybe a shifter ! in the blink of an eye, he vanishes again only to appear in another spot as he dodges her. then, she hears the running footsteps of the agents who’d been trailing her just moments ago damn !
kira acts as she aims her gun in the general direction the footsteps were coming from & FIRES.
he’s moving faster than she can keep up -- habit of his when he was cornered. he would be GONE by now if it weren’t for the fact that he KNEW she had some sort of power over him. SOMETHING special about her. he’d only met griffin so far. but she wasn’t a JUMPER. so what was she ? he doesn’t have time to ASK right now. his spine runs cold at the sound of footsteps, spinning towards the direction she points her gun. it wasn’t his mother -- wasn’t roland. wasn’t anyone he even recognized. but they were dangerous. he can’t help himself - he won’t leave her here in danger. [ who’s to say SHE’S not the dangerous one, david ? ] ❛ hold your breath ! ❜
his arms are locked around her waist in a second from behind, air ripping them from their place there && dropping him in his safe place. middle of the desert in texas -- he’d taken a page from griffin’s ideas. he lets her go, but keeps himself close to her to make sure she’s okay from the jump. at least they were safe. ❛ breathe. sit down if that helps. i can get you some water ? ❜
it was the third possibility that i distrusted the most. the one that meant i might finally be someone special. not special in the sense of being a problem child; but UNIQUE, with a talent that, if anyone else had it, they hid. a talent for teleportation.
You’re not a hero David. You’re a jumper. You don’t save the girl.
❝ and she said compromise where you can. where you can’t. don’t. even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. even if the whole world is telling you to move. it is your duty to PLANT YOURSELF LIKE A TREE, look them in the eye and say no. you move. ❞ written by chloe. previously @hisbestgiirl.
he’s not her main concern anymore, wonder filled hues locked upon her target as she hurries over, lean fingers hovering eagerly above painted frames. ; “ do you know how to drive them? ” she asks curiously as her gaze finally flickers back to his.
❛ never really had a teacher. but... yeah. mostly. ❜ so maybe he’s crashed them a few times. he just went && got new ones when it happened. he smiles a bit at the way she looks at them. ❛ do you ride ? ❜
❝ what the ! ❞ the air around her shifts, blowing debris everywhere as she struggles to gather her wits. instinctively, a hand reaches for the GUN hidden on her person a girl’s gotta be prepared. her eyes land on a young man. ❝ don’t… move ! ❞ she gives him a gentle push to suggest he comply A WARNING. she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot…
@jvmpscar — liked for a starter (x)
he STOPS. it’s not as if he has a choice -- her influence is an easy influence on him. he puts his hands up in defense, bright hues WIDE as he eyes her. oh but he’s already JUMPED before she can really gather what’s happening, moving a few feet behind her. ❛ DON’T SHOOT. ❜ he jumps again, refusing to stay in one spot while she had a GUN pointed at him.
Sebastian Stan by Kristiina Wilson
“WAIT, pause –” A nose wrinkles up in the slightest disdain. “You’ve never seen The Scissoring? What is WRONG with you?” // @jvmpscar
❛ WHAT ? m’ not a big horror movie fan. ❜ he mumbles, rubbing at his neck. he tended to FLINCH too much when things were scary.
– ‘ scotch? after a strain like that? uh-uh. we’re getting you some food. maybe a beer, and that’s if i’m feeling generous. ’ and he already talks a mile a minute, destinations and costs and plans and recuperation strategies all seamlessly flowing through his head, like an equation put to the test. it’s as though this is an already foreseen outcome, and he’s just running through pre-determined motions. he only pauses to let a sliver of HUMANITY through. ‘ here – ’ comes the low voice, a hand offered once he’s straightened up, dark eyes somehow both hard and soft when he looks down at him.
❛ ah -- c’mon, stark. ❜ he shakes his head && takes his hand after a moment, pulling himself up && groaning as his head spins. ❛ thanks. ❜ he rubs at his temple before sighing. he looks down to the other && arches a brow. ❛ should i JUMP us or do you want to walk ? ❜
My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says.
Jin Akanishi (via leostolstoi)
