#avery--linwood

[cold-eyes-and-flames]

crawl - avery

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

"Wh-huh? Oh-- hey, Aves," a groggy Nathan mumbled to them, sleepily putting an arm around their waist. "Love you."

@avery--linwood

[battlingbuddy]

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   --> He blinked, trying to get his mind to wake up, before frowning. This shit again. Jeremy had gotten his hopes up many times before, mind tricking him into believing that his crew had come for him. It wasn't real.

  "Go away, please... You and I both know they're not actually here. Didn't work the last few times and it's not gonna work now." He looked down again, curling up as much as his beaten and broken body would allow for. No point in murmuring his mind. They weren’t there, he was still alone in the room, he knew that. No matter how much some small part of his mind hoped that wasn’t true and that they had come for him.

[battlingbuddy]

☰ - avery—linwood

   –> He’s given up hope.

   He doesn’t know just how long he’s been here, all sense of time lost in the darkness of the room. There’s no windows, no clocks, nothing to keep track of time with. He tried to keep track of the time based on when his captors came in and out, but they seemed to have an irregular pattern-- probably to prevent him from doing just that.

   Jeremy was no stranger to torture, having experienced it plenty back with the Agency, and even more so when he first joined the crew, other crews around the area believing that by targeting the weakest link-- the newest member, or so they believed-- they could manage to hurt the mighty Fake AH Crew. They were dead wrong, but it didn’t stop it from happening. He was no stranger to many of the techniques most crews used in torture, but that didn’t mean he was immune to any of them, and it didn’t mean they couldn’t still break him.

   And after what had probably been months, maybe even years, fuck he didn’t know, they’d come pretty damn close. Jeremy was a stubborn man, but he’d been put through a lot, and he was pretty close to just giving up entirely. The crew hadn’t come for him, had probably thought he was dead after he was nabbed, and he honestly didn’t blame them. From what he remembered of his kidnapping, it was a pretty bad accident. He could very easily have died that night and no one would have known.

   A loud bang from down the hallway caught his attention, dragging him out of the foggy haze his mind had settled into a long time ago. Brown eyes looked up towards the door, expecting to see his captors walk through with some new form of hell. He wasn’t expecting Avery.

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[battlingbuddy]

“On whatever gods exist, you are getting sleep, Dooley.” - fahc avery

-> "I'm not tired though! Can't sleep if I'm not tired."

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[battlingbuddy]

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   --> He takes in a deep breath as hands gently take hold of his arm, forcing himself not to rip it away. He’s been getting better with touch, slowly readjusting to knowing what it’s like to be touched by someone who doesn’t want to hurt him, but he feels like the past events set him back several steps and he hates it. He hates that any time he starts to feel normal again the men in charge of testing remind him that he’s far from it. That they’ve had fourteen fucking years to break him and strip him of anything that would make him feel safe and normal and almost succeeded. He’s shaking slightly, focusing on keeping his breathing steady as Avery inspects the bandaging. He’s torn the edges, the gauze fraying where he picked at it.

   He feels bad. They keep trying to help him, and he keeps getting worse. He thinks he should just tell them that he’s not worth it anymore. Was he ever though?

   “Please. Thank you.”

[battlingbuddy]

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   --> “Avery, we all make mistakes, it’s okay!” His side twinges as he moves, an all too sharp reminder of the injuries he’d sustained. “Yes, I almost died, we all did. But it’s not the first time it’s happened, and it won’t be the last. This job’s dangerous, we all know it. You did the best you could after you got found, and you’re mostly responsible for me even still being alive now. Trust me, you didn’t let me down.”

[battlingbuddy]

"Leave your bandages alone." - avery--linwood (powered)

   –> His hand fell from where the bandages were peeking out from the threadbare shirt that had been thrown at him, gaze dropping to the floor. He knows it’s just Avery, that they’re not going to hurt him, but after the events of the past fuck-if-he-knows, his walls are up. He’s terrified, but he can’t let it show. He lets his fear show, he’ll get hurt worse.

   He doesn’t want to be hurt anymore.

   He wants to be safe, for once in his life, but that’s not going to happen. Not unless he gets out of this place.

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[battlingbuddy]

“I let you down.” - avery—linwood (fahc)

   –> “You didn’t let me down. You did the best you could Avery.”

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