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Just...don't ever ask Red to smile. Just don't...

Red stood before the dreaded mirror in his room. He stared into his own black eyes, wide and blank as usual. He wished they were blue, like his gene donors. Like his cloned counterpart, #2. These wishes never even flickered across the man's face. Most would consider such a thing to be a gift in a world where emotion is a nuisance, so distracting from the work that needed to be done. Red didn't. He considered it a curse. A curse never to be able to express his feelings properly. Even to himself. His eyes travelled over his large features, his square jaw and prominent nose. his flat line mouth and hanging brow. He disliked how he looked. Of course He didn't fully comprehend ugliness, but if he did, he would definitely consider himself as such.

Then he thought of #2, who was still at the last base Red came from, probably happy in the company of his Pyro. He imagined his smile, his weird little laugh that sent a warm shiver through Red's stomach. His bright shining eyes and delicate figure. Even though he knew he couldn't see him right at this moment, Red felt an odd happiness overcome him. He began to imagine what it would be like if #2 felt the same way about him, accepted his affection and wanted to be close to him all the time. Hold him and kiss him.

and Love him.

Red felt so giddy in his trance like dreaming that He didn't notice the smile in his reflection.

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Let’s just say that she does not like it when Soldiers Rocket jump or when anything explodes anywhere near her. She is little and light, therefore if something blows up near her, she is either blown to bits or thrown somewhere with burns and bruises and it’s just not fun.

So I just had this...

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lol! oh poor Berezi! Don't worry, Red is a good battle tank to cling to ;u; this is adorable

jathis:

“Conrad…said zhat..?” Alfons frowned at this revelation, narrowing his eyes.

Oh…he was going to have a rather lengthy talk with Conrad about THIS.

“Red…I need to explain some zhings about Conrad to you. Conrad…likes to tell lies und likes to upset people. I am nicht sure vhy but he does. He lied to you. Und I know zhat he attacked you first. If you had attacked him first zhen I vould be UPSET nicht angry. Zhat is two different emotions, all right?

“I could never hate you.”

The relief in Reds heart swelled so much He could barely contain it. He scooped up the smaller Blu medic into his lap and hugged him close, burying his face in the crook of his neck and letting out a long deep sigh that shivered with the underlying note of tears.

"I'm so stupid." He muttered in a muffled voice against Alfons' shoulder. "I didn't want to hurt him...I couldn't think."

jathis:

Alfons sat down beside his large friend as expected, looking up at him with an expectant look on his face. He frowned at the question and he immediately shook his head, rubbing his back. “Nein, of course night!” he said. “Vhy vould you zhink zhat?”

Red did not looking up. A small shiver ran through his body, so powerful in contrast to his intimidating size. He bit his lips, eyes unreadable. "I hurt him. I hurt Conrad. He said you would hate me..." His hands shook and his trembling intensified.

"I'm sorry...please don't hate me..."

jathis:

“I heard zhat you met Conrad,” he said with a shake of his head. “Do you vant to talk about it?” he asked.

Red nodded silently and stepped aside to let Alfons in. He closed the door and plodded back to his bed, sitting down, knowing Alfons would take a seat beside him. He avoided looking into the mirror again, this time opting to stare down at his hands.

"Do you hate me?"

jathis:

“Korbin helped me sneak in!” Alfons said with a soft giggle, smiling up at Red. “I vanted to see you! I have been so vorried about you, Red! Are you feeling all right?” he asked, looking up at him sadly, worry plainly written all over his face.

Red blinked. He didn't feel very good, and since He had not yet grasped the concept of lying, He shook his head slowly as a clock pendulum, eyes never leaving Alfons'.

"No."

jathis:

“Sneaking into bases is HARD!” Alfons muttered to himself, flinching every time he heard a floor board creak when he took a step. The smaller Medic had been trying to get into contact with Red ever since he had heard about his altercation with Conrad but time was not his friend and he was forced to leave it for a few days until he was certain he was able to talk to the large man.

“Zhis better be zhe right door…” he muttered, rapping his knuckles slightly on the door, hoping to God a Soldier didn’t open it.

Red didn't respond to the first knock, He was so lost in his own self destructive thoughts. When the second knock came, He flinched, sitting up and looking at the door. Nobody on the red base would have come to see him at this hour. He lifted his huge body from the small bed and headed for the door, clasping the knob with his big hands and cringing at the size comparison. When He opened it, he was inwardly surprised to see the small lovable figure of Alfons standing before him. Reds expression barely changed. "What are you doing in RED base?" He asked with a flat tone.

Red had sat in his rather small dorm that evening, forgetting his injuries and stewing over the prior events with the "delightful" Conrad. His bed groaned as he sat himself on it. There was a mirror on the wall He was facing, shining back his own reflection like a horrible reminder. His eyes moved over his oversized body, his big hunching shoulders, His dumb looking brow and staring emotionless eyes. compared to the other medics on his base, He didn't fit. He was too large and slow with not a single fibre of finesse in his clumsy body. How could anyone, let alone #2 or Alfons, love such a great hulking beast of a man?

Even with all his mixed feelings, none of them even flickered on his face. He wished they would...then maybe he would feel slightly human.

He lay down on his creaky old bed and stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

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my part of an art trade with owlymedics

art-az

Ohhh my god, I can’t get over How perfectly you drew him! His pose anbd expression are spot on. FFFF wow!! I adore this SO much, thank you so much! I will make your trade so awesome, its mums bday today so I’ll get onto it tonight, but fff wow I just love this so much D’: THANK YOU!!! *hug*

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<3!!!

#trade or gift #red 2 #medic 2

rp-strangelove:

It was an odd angle to kick, but he still had managed, being that he was flexible and not to mention spindly. The blow was successful, and he had tumbled from the other’s grasp, landing hard on his knees and grasping for his neck- his throat let out a shuddered rasp, the sound akin to that of a chronic smoker or whiskey drinker. “He—He vill be— Disappointed in you— Rot. Alfons… He vill hate you vhen he finds out zhat you hurt him. Zhat you hurt somevohn zhat he loves—… He vill hate you…” His words trembled, but he still kept his air of authority about him. His lips twisted up in a curved sickle of a smile, his blooded teeth showing like crimson daggers.“Lay anozher finger on zhis vohn and he vill know— He vill—! Strangelove is a mann of his vord!” Rubbing at the cords of his throat, he used the heels of his boot’s to push back against the floor, scooting himself away from the beast that hovered just beyond.

For the first time during their encounter, Reds expression changed. He looked slightly distressed at Conrads words. and indeed he was. He looked the monster of a man up and down, finding it hard to believe someone as kind and gentle as Alfons could love such a twisted thing.

Then the thought that Alfons may never forgive him for hurting Conrad started a small panic in his heart. He took a step back, observing the other in horror. With a shaking hand, He snapped his jaw back into place with a horrible crack. He glared at the BLU, anger rising in his chest when he realized that it was Conrad who had hurt him first. But there was nothing to be done about the situation now. this one seemed...manipulative. a skill Red had yet to learn. With one last venemous glance, Red turned on his heal and plodded slowly back toward RED base.

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This— wasn’t what he had planned. Not one bit… It was strange to be handle in such a fashion, being that most of the people he interacted with seemed to take pity on him, and treat him with kindness— even if he had wronged them in some way— they always seemed to accept his bad habits… ‘It was only a small bite.’ His mind inwardly snickered at how easily the other went into a defensive stance. Really— The gall of this stranger to prance about the base, claiming he had any sort of purpose for being there and not even have a say so from the Superior— The nerve!

The sound of his crushed sternum had alarmed him, but the pain was not felt- no, for he was still high on his morphine, and any sort of pain was relinquished from his being. Lucky for him.There wasn’t much he could do— the man was a giant compared to him. Though, this did not stop him… Swiftly and with all the energy he could muster, he brought the sole of his boot square against the man’s jaw— and so too did he heard the same music that came from his chest, coming from his jaw.

Red grunted as He was sent stumbling backwards when the boot collided with his jaw. He felt it pop out of place and the familiar metalic taste of blood flooded his mouth. He stepped back for a moment to feel the damage. His jaw had dislocated on one side and his front teeth had cracked, two had shattered. He spat out the enamel and blood, unsheathing his amputator from his belt and advancing on Conrad again.

But he paused, looking down at the slight figure He was dropped on the floor. He was basically crippled for the time being, blood smeered over his smirking face, those shining eyes staring up at him as if to say "Come at me." Red sniffed, his jaw hanging, making him look even more ape like and stupid.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was Red's heavy breathing.

rp-strangelove:

Gently as to not stir the other, Conrad brought the larger man’s hand near to his face, his parted mouth had been waiting just at the fingers came within sticking distance— And quicker then lightning, he captured the smallest finger of Red #2’s left hand with his sharp jagged teeth. The incisors easily sunk into it’s flesh, as small beads of crimson came prickling out the sides of his teeth. Just a message for Alfons- not consumption.

At first, Red didn't react. It had happened all so fast for his fairly new brain to comprehend. Then his eyes widened. Blood seeped from the wound and bled into the crook of each individual sharp tooth in that godforsaken mouth. Red did not whimper or utter any noise in pain, though it shot through his hand like white hot fire.

His nostrils flared and He ripped his hand from conrads mouth, feeling the flesh tear. Before He could even think, He grabbed Conrads thin neck with one hand and punched him square in the diaphragm with the other. There was a sickening crunch.

rp-strangelove:

Such a strange man. —Or, was it he that was strange?

” Being that you are to visit zhat man, zhis vohn vould like for you to send a message to him.” Finally, his hands softened at the hold, and his expression lost some of it’s malice.

Red didn't break his stare, not quite trusting the suddening easing of the BLU medic's grip.

"What message?" He asked flatly.

rp-strangelove:

“Ah, a freund.” His hold did not let up, only, it grew tighter. “Whom?— Alfons..?”

The pincer like grip was beginning to hurt a little but Red wouldn't let the other win and see him tremble in fear. He spoke through grit teeth, though his voice was still calm and monotonus.

"Yes. I asked if you knew him." He was so tempted to reach around and grab that skinny wrist. It looked so easy to snap.

rp-strangelove:

Cold eyes flared at the man’s casual actions. Walking past him in such a motion was considered and insult to him— So his right arm shot forward and grasped the larger man’s wrist. Fingers long and spindly dug down like the talons of and eagle, digging deeper into the man’s skin.

” Und vhere do you zink you are going, ROT..?”

Red halted calmly when the fingers stabbed into his thick wrist. He turned his head slowly and looked down at the smaller man. Whatever fear He was feeling, He hid it well. He mustered up the courage to stare long and hard into the flashing blue eyes that bore into his own black ones. His expression was flat and he replied with a cool and even tone. "I am going to meet my friend."

rp-strangelove:

” You should meet vith zhe Superior at vohnce und discuss your staying here, not davdling around like a scared hound.” Conrad shifted from one leg to the other, still keeping his eyes on the stranger.

” Ozhervise, zhis vohn vill haf to escort you out, personally.” The last words was said with pure venom, as his lips parted enough to reveal his deranged teeth.

A small shiver ran through Red's spine at the sight of Conrads teeth. It was obvious the man wasn't going to help him out. He was a weird one and He gave Red a rather forboding feeling. As for apparantly not being signed up, Red knew he was meant to be there, even if Conrad did not.

"Thank you for your help..." He muttered, face blank again. He went to walk past the strange man toward the Blu base.

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