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[lghtpulled2]

“ i   think   the   bruise   matches   my   eye   colour . ”

FACE  PALES  AS  HE  EXAMINES  THE  DAMAGE  SHE’S  ENDURED ,  fingers  reaching  out  slowly  as  he  tries  to  find  a  safe  spot  to  touch .   “ i’m  so  sorry . ”  he  whispers  for  what  must  be  the  hundredth  time  now ,  guilt  only  worsening  with  each  day  that  PASSES  under  snoke’s  rule   ---   the  brutal  rule  that  he’d  subjected  her  to .   “ i’m --- ”  what  else  could  he  even  say  at  this  point ?  it’s  not  even  like  he  can  assure  her  with  promises  of  finding  her  sister  anymore .  snoke  was  dealing  with  that .  in  control ,  always .  hand  drops  along  with  his  gaze ,  slumping  back  into  the  small  spot  he’d  found  for  himself .   “ i’ll  get  us  out  of  here  at  some  point . ”   he  mumbles ,  though  the  words  are  too  weak  for  even  him  to  believe .

@bowwed​    »    INJURY  PROMPTS .

[stcrlght]

head    tilts    as    she    watches    the    dark    haired    girl    that    seemed    to    be    tailing    this    girl’s    every    movement    dip    back    behind    a    tree     (  a    poor ,    but    somewhat    amusing    attempt    to    remain    hidden ,     she    thinks  ) ,    brows    furrowing    as    her    gaze    drifts    back    across    to    the    target    in    question .   “ and    why    is    that ,     do    you    think ? ”    

@bowwed​  /  sc.

[cafegraces]

@bowwed​​ said :   “   i’m not a hero.   ”   for honey lemon   //   hero & villain starters.

she takes a step forward,   not wanting to push bella too far,   but aching to wrap her arms around her.   instead,   she extends a hand,   fingertips brushing lightly against the other’s:   an offer,    for bella to choose to respond to however she pleased.    “   bella,   if you think being a hero means being perfect,   or having a perfect past,   or always doing the right thing   ---   you’re wrong.   ”    pink lips form an uncharacteristic frown,   concern etched across her features,   concern and insistence.   “   heroes make mistakes,   sometimes heroes even do awful,   terrible things on purpose.   ”    she can still picture the horror of hiro removing baymax’s healthcare protocol chip,   of the entire team having to prevent baymax from killing callaghan.   but hiro had learned from that;   they had become a stronger,   more cohesive team once they’d decided exactly the kind of team they wanted to be.   “   the real difference that i’ve seen between heroes and villains is that the heroes learn and grow and TRY to be better.   even if they don’t always succeed,   they’re trying.   ”    her voice is soft as she continues,   “   you’re trying.   that’s what counts.   ”

[cafegraces]

@bowwed​​ said :  🩸 - a starter where my muse is injured and yours demands to know who hurt them.  //   trope starters.

she’d tried to cover her wincing at the jostling of the couch when bella sat down,   but she couldn’t hide it completely.   “   sorry!   i’m fine,   really!   ”   she insists,   carefully maintaining a tight smile.   technically,   she’s not completely certain of that,   given that baymax had been too low on battery after their most recent mission to scan any of them.   the extreme soreness she’s sure will fade over the next few days,   and the sharp pain in her lower right ribcage only flares up when she’s moving around...   or stretching...   or breathing full breaths.   otherwise,   TOTALLY fine.   “   i’m just sore.   ”   when bella insists on checking her injuries anyways,   though,    she somewhat reluctantly lifts her sweater to reveal the splotchy bruising on her side;   using her left hand to keep her right side as still as possible.   she smiles tightly again when bella asks who’s responsible,   letting her sweater drop back down and shaking her head.   “   i’m okay.   really,   bella,   it was just a rough patrol last night.   ”

[angerbuilt]

@bowwed​   &&   starter call.

“is that a bow on your back?”  pretty hot,  if you ask her.  not that anyone was actually asking her,  like at all.  still.  “who you lookin’ to shoot?  i’m gonna take a wild stab and say not me,  hopefully?”

[hiddensteel]

@bowwed  said             [ RUN ] :  for  your  muse  to  grab  my  muse’s  hand  and  tell  them  to  run

        everything moved far too fast for sansa’s mind to process. all she KNEW was that something had happened, something had shattered the calm, and awakened a violent chaos that now surrounded them. she was left standing at the heart of it until someone seized her hand. PANIC FLARED. the words that followed, however, eased the fear that someone with ill-intent had preyed upon her obliviousness, but answered no more of her questions.          ❝  what       what’s happening? i don’t understand. run where? ❞

first meeting prompts  |  accepting !