#brvvthers

[vortship]

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SEND ⚠ TO PICK UP/CARRY MY MUSE

Though the bruising to her side had been slowing her down, the last thing she expected was for the older teen to lift her up and begin carrying her. Whether it was out of kindness or impatience with how slowly she was moving, Hal wasn’t sure.

“Uh okay I guess this is fine too… could have like, warned me or something but whatever!” she winced, playing off the experience as a light-hearted joke rather than the potentially serious injury it was. 

[madamemalot]

❝here, i’ll pay for that.❞

Quite a sudden declare, which steals her attention almost immediately. She had been rustling through the contents of her petite, black purse long enough to convince the clerk she had arrived to the store penniless - an embarassing mishap, really. Of all people to forget to bring money, it was Vix Malot? The literal billionaire?

Now, with her cheeks flushing red hot, the stranger’s compassion was not about to be embraced with wide open arms.

“No you vill not! I do not need your charity! I could buy zis entire store out if I vanted to! I just - I brought ze wrong purse. Zhat’s all!” She snaps her head back round to the person behind the till, “Keep your crummy sandwich! I don’t vant it anyway…” Griting her teeth behind tightly closed lips, she sternly faces away from the scene with a frustrated puff of air, feeling humiliated to her core. 

[cc0rvuss-blog]

@brvvthers​

He’s standing in front of his old town, eyes moving over the damage that had never been fixed. His fingers tightened on the strap of his gun. Walking through the remain, he stopped in front of what used to be his house. He knelt down, pressing his fingers into the dirt. 

No matter how much Corvus tried to forget about this place, it always came back to haunt him. He would never get his mother and sister’s faces out of his head. He let out a sigh. “Lord, guide those who died her to your gates. Treat them as you would your disciples.” 

“Rain down your fiery justice upon the one who has done this. Make the demon pay.”

Hearing a crack from behind him, he spun around, gun pointed at whatever was there. “Show yourself!”

[irkroll-blog]

" do not stab me again. please do not stab me again. "

  “ don’t be so STAB - WORTHY, then, dipshit. eugh, you got blood all over my pants. quit bleeding or whatever. jeez. “ she’s tossing a small medkit at him before turning to leave. “ get medical help or whatever, i don’t care. “