Oct 20, 2017
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“I don’t get scared, I’m practically fearless.”
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@augmentxd liked for an autumn starter! (Thirteen)
“I don’t get scared, I’m practically fearless.”
‘ the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ‘
“Guess you could say that.” Her hand moves to the bullet-wound, since healed. Her shirt’s in the way, but she can almost feel the scar, fingers brushing against where she knows it is. There’s something almost painful in looking at his expression. Seeing that concern, the fear in his eyes...
“Same for you? Same for anyone. God, Psi, there’s so many times I could’ve died before I even met you. So many ways I could be dead. I get it’s risky, I know, I know. But I just...
Fuck man, I don’t want you out there alone.”
Controlling the Fight
@augmentxd | v: you are pretty for a hacker | continued from here
Ze’ev only had the merest inkling what Open Sky was, what they did to Psi. It had to do with the implants, the ‘upgrades’ that Psi hadn’t even wanted, a life similar to Ze’ev’s but without the veneer of honour that Ze’ev’s had.
They knew it terrified Psi.
That was enough for the former assassin. That was enough to have them pull Psi into their arms, not letting him budge as they hugged him tight. “Psi...baby, listen to me.” Ze’ev cupped his face gently and met his gaze without wavering. “I. Will. Not. Let. Them. Hurt. You. You are not going back. But I need to know everything you can tell me about how they operate concerning what they consider ‘assets’ or ‘targets’. I need to know their strengths and weaknesses. Then we can plan.”
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“The human soul weighs 21 grams, smells like grilled vegetables, looks like a wrinkled tartan quilt, and sounds like bridge traffic."
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Camera in hand, Holtz made her way toward a building that looked more than a little run-down. She was looking through the lens of her camera and not exactly paying attention to where she was going so when there was suddenly a man in the frame she jumped back for a moment and lowered the camera. ❛ Excuse me, sir! Yeah, hi. You’re standing right in front of a supernatural HOT SPOT if you wouldn’t mind just... ❜ She swatted the air with her hand, ❛ Scoochin’ on over? That’d be perfect. ❜
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Psi is already in the middle of shucking off his jacket and jumper, trying to swallow back his own rising panic for Clara’s benefit. Won’t do to lose his head, not when she needs him.
She can’t die. Not now. Not here, not like this.
Now clad only in his t-shirt, he wads up his jumper and moves Clara’s hand out of the way so he can hold it over the spreading patch of crimson on her torso.
“Got to stop the bleeding first– hold that down, don’t let go, that’s it…” He’s seen his fair share of blood and bone, but by no means is he a medic– and with Clara slipping away before his eyes, he’s never felt more out of his depth. “I– I can call it in to UNIT, they could send a team, or– or an ambulance? They’ll know what to do…”
SHE NODS, head rocking several times a second. Clara bites down on her lip, a weak scream surviving. She holds the jumper down, though her body hates it. It hurts and it takes too much strength to fight off her instinct to tear it away. ❝ Not the first time for them that someone’s been hurt on the job, ❞ she agrees. UNIT will help. She’s too valuable for them not to. And if they don’t, well Psi--- they could always wipe his memory if they don’t want to deal with his reaction, she supposed. Don’t think like that either, she hears him say.
With her other hand, she grips at his free arm - the one not calling for help. She didn’t want him to see this if it was as bad as it felt. Clara has seen too many people die, and being with them while it happens is of no comfort for you in the months that follow. It haunts you, every where you look you see faces turning a pale purple with dead eyes.
A sudden pain shoots along her side, her back arches and she howls. Her face shines with sweat, possibly distracting from how pale she’s gotten. She clings tighter to him, forcing the jumper down on her wound again. ❝ If they’re not coming, go, ❞ she orders. It shouldn’t be necessary, she tells herself. But it could be.
// Hey Anon! First of all, Anon Hate is the lowest form of scummery. Second of all, I find it interesting that you’re using other people to put my friend down because frankly, you simultaneously insult our taste, and prove you have none. Third, Anna is one of the best damn writers on this website.
Fourth, you’re scum.
@augmentxd replied to your post: // HAVE I RECENTLY MENTIONED MY OBSESSION WITH THE...
/chinhands no u haven’t, tell us more
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