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“Tsk─”
The glare she shot him would have stilled a charging bull, let alone a solitary cripple. Just as quick, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Ravel’s good hand, stopping his stupidity in its tracks.
“Wait.”
Without the shock of failure looming over her, Elizabeth was quick to act. As always, practicality hastened her steps. A lap of the room yielded clean towels and bandages, which she dumped on a nearby table. Then she returned, taking him firmly by the shoulders and steering him to the chair.
(Though not before removing the cushion from its seat. Her overarching concern right now might’ve been his welfare, but that didn’t mean she’d sacrifice a perfectly good piece of furniture for him.)
“Sit. Floor be damned, if you pass out on me, I’m not picking you off the ground,” she explained reproachfully. “Now you may continue…”
Her glare could’ve given Medusa a run for a money. Ravel was barely able to contain the instinct to drop his gaze before her fingers caught his uninjured hand, just about to yank the knife free.
A single word stilled him. Iron-like grip around the hilt of the knife, he watched her gather practicalities he couldn’t have bothered thinking about. The first thing he would always do would be to isolate and remove the threat. The consequences would come later.
Elizabeth steering, he found himself sitting down, stretching now so that his hand was still fixed in its position, pinned by the knife. He figured he looked like a fool: Both arms above his head, teeth grinding together, sweat starting to coat his brow-
“You will,” he said, flashing her a pained smile. “No one can resist a hurt puppy. No one.”
Turning away from her, Ravel pulled the knife, immediately dropping his hands to his lap, lest blood spray the rest of the wall. Air hit the wound, a hiss escaping his lips, turning into a laugh at the last minute.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
(It was.)
i do a thing called what i want
What did I do to deserve so many battlefields in my chest? If I am meant to fight war after war,
how am I supposed to survive you? // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around
Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it’s like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it’s like to burn.
“ why can’t things just go back to normal? ” ( heyyyy i wanna try anton again )
ANGSTY RELATIONSHIP STARTERS
“What is normal, Anton?”
He’s nursing his third drink, sweating in the godawful afternoon heat. The whiskey tastes bitter, but maybe it’s his words.
“The trenches? The live-tonight-and-die-tomorrow missions? The blood, the sweat, the tears?” Ravel grins, humorlessly. “Normal is an illusion. Chaos runs deep, and you best believe it.”
i am afraid of my body & the ways / that it fails me
Safia Elhillo, from “application for the position of abdelhalim hafez’s girl,” The January Children (via lifeinpoetry)
my life motto: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me bro (ง'̀-‘́)ง
I WANT TO BE R E M E M B E R E D.
I want to matter.
BENVOLIO : For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (via antigonick)
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I’m a god
slams a *five times kissed* here B)
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i. the hibernian cinema, 2009.
the fight with tesseract leaves them all tickets to dr. kenspeckle’s. every breath ravel takes makes him feel like he’s about to have a heart attack, every movement causing a wince and a shudder of pain to run through him.
broken ribs. the good doctor admonishes him when he says he needs to leave, that corrival will undoubtedly want to hear about this. “i’ll be fine, dr. grouse. thank you.”
the doctor grumbles, moves away to attend to someone else, and ravel takes stock of his friends: they’re all visible, except valkyrie- and just to prove to himself that she’s alive, he twitches aside the curtain.
there is she. neck-deep in healing sludge, bruised and banged up, but certainly alive. he’s about to leave her when her eyes open, and she gives him a tired smile.
“you should listen to dr. kenspeckle, you know.”
“corrival needs to know. and so do the other sanctuaries.” he steps closer, letting the curtain fall behind him. “a little travel won’t hurt.”
“you never know.”
he blows her a kiss, but she calls his name as he turns to leave- and when he turns back, she blows him one of her own.
ravel humors her: catches it in one hand, pretends to put it in his breast pocket. but it feels like it’s a real, tangible thing- the whole day, ravel thinks he can feel its weight, hear its little beat, just a note louder than his own heart.
fun things to think about: ravel not getting a funeral.