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[achilleius]

tbh i just need you to know your red rising edits are always the light of my day

well, i'm glad<3 and there's more to come.

[getsherhandsdirty]

i formally request an 'intimate' for raleigh c:

send ‘intimate’ for a nonsexual intimate starter drabble || accepting!

51. moral support for major events

          Megan claps a hand against Raleigh’s still flesh shoulder. Not because she has an aversion to the metal one, but because the metal stings a hell of a lot more than flesh. ( She’s learned that the hard way over the past few months. Just the mere thought of it is enough to make pain flare to life. ) To her left are Eggsy and Sevro, the two standing closely together, heads hung low, shoulders hunched in discussing their strategy.

                “ You know you’ve got this, right? ” She murmurs conspiratorially, a lopsided grin tugging at a corner of her mouth. She’s dwarfed by his size, but it’s all the more for her to marvel at. And marvel she does as that bionic arm shifts and moves with Raleigh’s sheer will, fingers flexing in a stretch.

          His grin matches her own and then some, the spirit of friendly competition giving him that spark she’s been drawn to since the moment they met. “ I know, ” he murmurs back with a quick wink before rolling his shoulders, a series of pops ringing out making the young woman cringe. He extends to his full height and ( easily ) looks over at the duo from over the top of her head. “ Can we get on with my kicking both your asses or do you plan to keep talking all night? ” 

          Dutch pipes up from her perch above their heads with a schoolyard OOOOOHHHHH, fingers tapping away at the tablet in her lap. Bellamy, at her side, huffs a laugh, setting his watch. Sprawled out below them is the obstacle course.

               “ Raleigh’s got a point, guys. We going to do this or not? ”

          The room goes dark, and only when Megan moves to get out of the way does a light above her come on briefly in detecting the movement. It’s instinctual the way Raleigh reaches for her hand–– cool metal on warm flesh–– to help her maneuver safely. She squeezes it in thanks, knowing the pressure will register even if her touch does not.