#bravegene

[zimwy]

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--

okay, well, they didn't throw him quite hard enough to shatter his coffee table. barnes (the soldier?) has ryland in a judo hold, flipped over their shoulder at the gentlest of blind touches ('hey, you okay?' maybe, a buzz of sound that filtered cleanly through the vacant parts of their mind, they couldnt make it out), his shoulder trapped beneath the weight of the soldier's chromatic arm, his leg hooked at the convex of their opposite elbow.

their (his? it's?) eyes blow wide, carob brown and shiny, the fear of punishment prompting the panicked breath it sucks in seconds later.

its all instinct, of course. scar tissue. grace couldn't hurt him if he tried, could he?

' мне жаль. мне жаль. ' bucky's grip on grace's shoulder relaxes, their retraction of their forearm careful as not to allow his extended limb to simply flop dead weight. they take an anxious step back, and tentatively offer their hand--the warm, flesh one, tiny white scars flecked about their fingers indicative of a life time of handling bladed weapons--a blatant maroon creeping up their pursed features, their knitted brow. this isn't the motherland. use english. ' i was far away. you, i.. thought.. ' they drift. what is there to say? ' ....why did you save me? '

' @bravegene

[signofourtimes]

@bravegene

Eva tapped her knuckles on the open door of his classroom twice ( knock, knock ) before she stepped in. Her bag was slung over her shoulder. The principal's heels were in her other hand, having been switched in favor of flats as soon as the day was officially over. She hummed thoughtfully as she deposited her things on the closest chair.

There was her husband — stood up on a table while he tried to push the string of a decoration through one of the ceiling tiles. Tiles which, really, weren't supposed to be manipulated. The smiling sun bouncing from the string didn't seem like it would tattle, though.

Eva sighed, moving closer. Her hands folded on top of her swollen belly, over the silky dark blue of her blouse, while she watched.

Most wives would have said be careful, but Eva Grace was not most wives.

"I hope you remember that I am giving birth in five weeks," she commented, eyebrow raised. Long red hair spilled over her shoulders as she tilted her head back to better stare at him. " — breaking your leg today won't get you out of diapers."

Flat in tone, perhaps a bit humorous with the twitch of her lip. It was her way of telling him to be careful ; God, the bit of fear she felt imagining him hurt was sickening. They really had become this dependent on one another, hadn't they ?

Eva breathed out, and her voice softened ever so slightly. "Come down, Ryland." A pause, emphasized by the deep inhale that swelled her chest and the fluttering of her lashes. " ... please."

You're worrying me.

[signofourtimes]

@bravegene —

"Am I allowed to call you beautiful?" The question slipped out of Grace's mouth before he could stop it. Bathed in the moonlight shining through the small window of Eva's room, though, the red in her hair looked like firelight. They didn't do this often-- the opportunity for pillow talk was few and far between with how quickly their trysts typically went-- but he was still in her room right now, and while he knew he had to shower, there were more important things. Things like looking at Eva's round nose and the softness of her lips. Things like tracing the side of her cheek with his knuckles hoping she'd smile for him. Uh oh. I really am in trouble. "Because... because you are. And I know it's not the sex because I think it all the time. It's really distracting, actually."

Eva blinked at Grace's question. She rolled onto her side, facing him, and hair as red as the Petrova Line spilled over her bare shoulders and across her neck. In this pale, bright light, the pattern of freckles that traveled along her chest was as apparent as the clusters on her face. Like the little doomed stars that dotted the maps they poured over every day. Arguably, it would not be difficult to be lost in either place — the swells of her breasts, moving with each careful breath, were as tempting to the explorer as any planet or star out there.

Beautiful, he said, and Eva almost winced. It lanced her heart, sharp and terrible.

This was sex — physical, stress - relieving, mindless sex. There was no room for the kind of affection that might make Ryland Grace daydream about her. The touch on her cheek did indeed cause her to smile, and she grappled with the warmth which accompanied doing so.

❝Flattery will get you nowhere, Dr. Grace,❞ Eva finally replied. She couldn't help the way her lashes fluttered when he was admiring her or how her head tipped into her pillow out of contentment. ❝ — especially to your commanding officer when you are admitting you get distracted like that.❞

A strangely delicate sigh came then.

❝You can call me it ... when we're like this.❞ Eva's hand reached out. Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw, the side of his throat, and then his collar bone.

Not out there went unsaid, quiet and bittersweet. Out there was a world to save, and that was more important than anything in here — no matter how her chest tightened when she gazed into his handsome face.

[emotionealie]

@bravegene

ryland had returned home in triumph, trying not to let on just how well his night had gone. little did his parents know that nealie, dressed in his suit jacket and the remnants of her gown, was sat in a tree outside his bedroom window, anticipating his return to her. when he's finally opening the window, she brightens instantly, her voice hushed and yet still a bit too loud for comfort.

"let me in, i'm freezing." the truth was that she couldn't wait to kiss him again. the lame lie she had offered her father to excuse her absence at home tonight would lead him to conclusions that were almost certainly worse than thinking she was safe, warm, and in the arms of a boy she loved. nealie feels no remorse or hesitation as she ducks through and into his room, smiling up at her tutor turned— whatever this is.

her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth to stop herself from giggling with giddiness.

"hi again." his necktie, loose around his collar, is used to pull him into a kiss, slower and experimental this time.

"are you sure you don't mind me spending the night?" going home tomorrow morning in his clothes sounded so much nicer than sneaking into her own home tonight in this poor excuse of a dress.

[botanypowered]

@bravegene asked: tub, but shower prompt. i imagine they're already dating on the compound, mark teases him about it, and grace is like. screw it yeah i'll go into the shower while he's in it. because he said i could!

Even though Mark was completely serious in his offer for Grace to join him so they can conserve water, he never expected Grace to actually take him up on it. There's been plenty of intimacy in their relationship so far, be it hand-holding or kissing, but anything above a PG-13 rating is minimal. Though, Mark also has found he doesn't mind it so much. It's nice having a companion he adores so much.

But then when the door to the shower slides open and closed, he can't help but feel his heart skip a beat in his chest.

There's a fond smile on the elder's lips, and despite how elated he feels, he knows better than to make too big of a deal out of the fact that Grace is in there with him.

"You know, I've been beginning to remember some of my time when I was stuck on Mars," he begins conversationally, wrapping his arms loosely around Grace's neck and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Can't say I remember there being showers on that mission- at least, not like this one."

[signofourtimes]

@bravegene.

❝Vær forsigtig.❞ Karl bent down to kiss his daughter's hair. She grumbled, as he expected she would, and that made him smile. The be careful hung between them all as she disappeared then, leaving his humble flat with a curious glance at her lover that Karl wasn't sure how to decipher. He didn't know the young man standing in his kitchen well enough — but he knew his daughter and how that kind of expression usually meant she was up to something.

With a hmph, Karl gestured to the table. ❝Sit, sit. Coffee ?❞ He would pour Ryland a cup no matter his answer. The brew was dark and strong. Karl moved a stack of books away from a chair for Ryland to take with a muttered apology.

❝Do you like ... sugar ? cream ?❞ Karl ran a hand through his short white beard thoughtfully. He laughed a little in an effort to put them both at ease. ❝My Eva — she's never brought home a boy, not even where we lived in her youth. I'm out of, um, practice entertaining them.❞

It was clear that English wasn't Karl's preferred language, but he was able to muddle his way through. The kindness in his eyes, which contrasted the sternness of his features, added a depth to his words where the translation failed. Everything for coffee went onto the table in old mugs and chipped containers. Karl gently set down a tin of ginger cookies from his neighbor.

[hibernationden]

@bravegene sent:

=== 3 weeks ago === [TXT] My kids gave me a copy of Around the Moon for my spring break reading... look at the cute card they put inside it! [ attached picture ] [TXT] I'm losing my mind man. How sweet is that? === 2 mins ago === [TXT] You have a smartphone, right? [TXT] How come you've never sent me pictures of Copernicus?

[ sms ] I don't take pictures of Copernicus. He's here, I can look at him. Do you want pictures of Copernicus?