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ditzylittlefish·:

❛ i mean cameron doesn’t run around grabbing people’s boobs but go off ❜

“ --I only have eyes for your boobs, sweetheart ~~ !! ”

#ditzylittlefish #hewwo babe #he only has eyes for yuor boobs bb #only yours #and that ass be flexin

ditzylittlefish·:

❛ some people just don’t know how to behave themselves ❜

“ --I hope you’re not talking about me ?? Probably Cameron or something. ”

#ditzylittlefish #dont vague me bitch

passionatestinger·:

“Off!! Not my boobs! Off!” She bit him.

“ --Eh, Polly’s are better anyway. ”

#ditzylittlefish #passionatestinger #BRINGING POLLY INTO THIS

“ --Hi Ho Boobies !!! ” @passionatestinger

#this is in character #passionatestinger

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|| The Flame Falls, and The Sea Protects ||

ditzylittlefish

Something was wrong. The little fish could feel it in her bones, her soul, her being. Something was very wrong. Pulling her blanket tighter around herself, Polly tried to ignore the cold sweat that she had broken out into. Her heart was hammering in her chest so hard she feared it might burst and her head was aching. Perhaps it was the empathy she had been gifted - on days like these it seemed more like a curse - or perhaps just intuition that riddled her with such a strong sense of dread.

The weather seemed to be in harmony with her mental state. Heavy raindrops splattered on her window as thunder rolled in the distance. Normally the water sign relished a good storm but now every rumble set her nerves on edge anew.

Perhaps a walk would put her mind to rest. Yes, soothing raindrops against her skin, and a crisp stormy wind to clear her head. Disentangling herself from her blankets, Polly pulled on the clothes closest to her, wrapping herself tightly in a scarf before she tugged on a jacket. Surely this would make her feel better.

Twenty minutes later and Polly wished she had never even got out of bed. Raindrops hammered her face insistently, blurring her vision; every gust of wind or rumble of thunder made her heart leap; her hands were trembling almost as violently as the leaves on the trees and her headache was even worse.

Fine, she decided, if that was how the world was going to be today then she had a perfectly warm bed that she could hibernate in until it was a nicer place. From here she could cut along a couple of backstreets and be back in half the time it took her to get here. No one aside from her would be out in this so it would be completely safe. Perfect.

Head down, the little fish jogged across the road, and nipped behind the building there, sticking close to the wall to shield herself from the rain as much as possible. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come this way, she thought as she kicked a can out of the way and hopped over a pile of what looked like dog crap. This was not her usual part of town. The only reason she even knew about this short cut was because of Axel. Another can. A split trash bag. Now she could see the corner where she needed to turn. It was odd though… Perhaps it was the murky street lights back here but the street here had an odd tint.

Her heart was hammering again. She couldn’t hear anything but it thumping in her chest. A chill that had nothing to do with the weather crept into her. Suddenly turning this corner seemed a very bad idea. Her mind screamed at her to stop but her body seemed to be in autopilot. The tint on the street was getting stronger now. The red hue was clear.

A scream escaped her lips. The hammering in her heart stopped. So did her breathing. A million questions flooded her mind as she saw him. Who had…? How had they…? Why was he even here? She wasn’t sure if it was the rain or tears that were blurring her vision now. Delicate legs collapsed under her. It was like something out of a horror movie. There was blood everywhere. How could this even happen?

“Oh my God, Axel, oh my god,” the words tumbled out of her mouth over and over, as quaking hands called for an ambulance.

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After the horrendous situation that transpired, days passed with hitched breath. Seconds passed like years, minutes turned to centuries, as the warrior was still bed ridden and unconscious after his near death experience. A broken body laid in a hospital bed, stitched together to keep what remains of his life in tact. The beeping of machinery interrupted the silence that surrounded the space between the broken man and the blonde who sat before him. Nothing could have prepared either of them for something like this, for her hero to be completely torn down by a single man.

At the scene of the incident, there lie the bloody remnant of the former sturdy wall named Axel. The weapon he used and protected with all of the strength he could muster, shoved carelessly into the Arian’s flesh, acting as the only component keeping the man from collapsing onto the concrete stained in crimson. An ambulance quickly came on the scene, and no matter the inhuman strength, healing, and flames, this was surely to be the final resting place for the Aries sign if it hadn’t been for the other Sign. She saved him again...and it made the man feel small. His pride only allowed so much help, and this was above the limit. Consciousness fading in and out through the ordeal, all he could muster was a gentle stroke of her cheek, and a faint, blood smothered smile.

Fast forward an entire week, and not a single sign of life, besides a faint heart beat, was shown from the man who survived the beating of a lifetime. But, to the disdain of the warrior that wanted to finish the job, this swordsman had a lot more living to do, and that required kicking his ass from here to Venus. The dreams of this man’s face, his motions, his blood lust...they haunted him to no end. Continuously living through the face of defeat was the most harsh punishment that could ever befall this man. A constant reminder of his failure as a Warrior played on repeat, discouraging any sort of conscious recovery. The only salvation to the man’s dreams, was the woman who believed in him to no end. The only person besides Axel’s Master to ever believe in him, more than his own parents ever did. His mother ran away with another man, abandoning him at a young age, and his father...well, let’s just say he needed alcohol to function, and if he didn’t have it, Axel would adorn another scar...

The visions of the blonde woman who breathed life into a once broken man soon began to shine through the constant reappearance of the other Swordsman. With a sudden jolt, the male’s eyes began to blink, and soon reveal the surroundings around him.

I’m not dead? How the hell?? He gutted me, but I’m...in a Hospital...?? But...how...?

The whimpers of a certain blonde could be heard from across the room, and that’s when the thick skulled Swordsman pieced it together. She saved him...again. With that, the azure haired man began to sit up, but an immense sensation of pain rattled his entire body at that point, sending him right back to the back with a squeak of dismay.

Fuck...why haven’t I healed yet...? How long has it been...?

“ --Shit...I guess this is what I get... “ he muttered, crimson eyes, completely depleted of all fire they once wore, traveled over to the other, a weak smile showing through the pain. “ --Hi...you okay? “

I’m not gonna make her feel any worse...she deserves better than that...

#ditzylittlefish #;HOLY FUCK I DID THIS YAY #;i can still kinda write???