#btchrs

[desafia]

@btchrs​ sent: [ LOSS ]  for sender to attempt to rescue receiver only to be stopped by a serious injury.

             he came for her.  that simple fact cuts through all the pain in her body,  the turmoil of her mind.  for a few moments,  it’s all that matters.  he’s here.  she whispered it over  &  over for all those years.  reminded herself every day that no one would find her in that cell.  no one would break down the lab doors and save her from hell.  she was on her own.  and the only person who would ever help her survive was herself.  it’s a lesson she has carried with her even after claiming her freedom.  it’s one she believed would be more relevant now than ever.  yet there he is.  

but so quickly,  she is reminded why she isn’t the kind of person people save.  eyes widen in horror when she watches the bullet rip through his flesh.  him covered in crimson is a familiar sight,  but it is so much more sickening when it’s his own blood.  magnolia shakes her head.  bound hands curl into fists as panic turns to anger.  she can’t let this happen.  it’s supposed to be different with him.  there’s enough death tainting her soul.  ❝  no.  ❞  it’s a whisper at first.  brittle.  but she sees the men moving towards him and it makes her shout this time  ❝  STOP!  ❞

eyes shut tight and head dips down as the rage pours out of her.  she can feel every mind in this room as if it was her own.  and she reaches out for all but ray’s,  feels for them with more precision than she has ever harnessed before.  and then she strangles them.  it seers through her own nerves but she doesn’t care.  she doesn’t care how her own eyes bleed and crimson drips from her nose.  just as long as they don’t get to take him away from her too. 

[fireorigins]

@btchrs​ sent: “ i’m listening. ” - kent.

“Well, I merely wish to offer my expertise. With my methods, your blades as well as your bullets could have an even more..” Kent speaks whilst placing down the custom-made bullets he had just shown to the other on the table, free for Ray to look, in favor of revealing an ornate dagger ( one he also crafted himself, using only his ‘gift’ ) from its sleeve, and upon exposure to the light, a dark green tinted steam left the edge. “..lethal touch, making it worth that much more.” The blade itself is sharpened to the point that barely a press to the skin could draw blood, but he had laced it in something meant to keep the blood flowing, so it was all the more deadly. 

“This one was made with a special element binded to the metal, once it cuts the skin, the wound will never close. The bullets on the table hold the exact same effects, and their results are nothing short of deadly.” He allows the chance to properly look over the clean, mirror-like surface of the weapon before he pushes the dagger back into its sleeve. “I can also offer options that would create far less of a mess. Either way, they will get the job done, most assuredly.”

[desafia]

@btchrs​ sent: [ DISCOVER ]  for receiver to find sender at the end of a trail of blood.

             it isn’t so unusual to find traces of blood upon the floor.  her entire life is plunged in crimson,  more-so now than it ever was before.  but there is a sense of foreboding with every curious-turned-concerned step.   she feels that familiar knot in the pit of her stomach when she rounds the corner.  ❝  ray...? ❞  her voice sounds far too small for her liking.  temporarily paralyzed in place,  sage hues widen as she takes in the sight of him.  it’s his blood.  she knows well it might not be all be his,  but he’s clearly been injured.  head shakes and a hand lifts so fingers might curl into umber ringlets.  it’s a subconscious motion,  tugging slightly at her hair to distract from the anxious swell in her gut.  

it’s just too familiar.    

jaw clenches and gaze clouds.  it comes in unbidden flashes of memory.  that vacant look in iver’s eyes.  all covered in blood.  and it was her fault.  your fault.  your own goddamn fault.  everything you touch turns to rot.  NO.  no this is different.  eyes shut tight for a moment and she shakes her head again.  eyelashes flutter when magnolia forces herself to step forward.  her gaze is still troubled but there’s a renewed clarity in them when she reaches out for him.  ❝    what—? ❞  expression hardens  ❝  who?  did this?  ❞

[rahge-a]

@btchrs    ` to catch my muse naked . / accepting

 what could be better than a bubble bath after getting beaten up ? she thinks , maybe not getting beaten up in the first place for sure or being saved by the man that she knew would mention it whenever he'd get the chance . the first time he does it is in his car , it makes her roll her eyes . the edge of her jaw bruised , the scratch on her arm wrapped in a bandage . nothing is too deep or too bad and it doesn't hurt too much , it's just her bones that she stretches in the shower after her bubble bath . the hotel room he's given her ( ray is not a gentleman , she asked for a separate room with a glare ) smells like shampoo , filled with warm steam that oozes inside from the glass door left ajar . she's not wet anymore , yet not dressed either . bare , her hair pulled in a messy bun , damp strands escaped and tickled her shoulders . there's a gentle paint of purple that starts from her thin neck , ends on her right shoulder . akina isn't too tall , the sensual curve of her back is decorated with a pair of dimples . click of the door doesn't startle her . a pause on the intruder's side , it's rather tense and she stops fiddling with the strap of her bra that hasn't been worn yet ; her back to him , the blackness of ink disturbs her pale flesh between bony shoulder blades . a small snake , that seems to hiss at ray in silence . but he doesn't make a sound either and he doesn't move either , a faint smile appears on her face .  ❛ you blushing or something ? ❜  over her shoulder , a brief glance toward him . he's not , of course he's not ; that's the enticing thing about him . that nothing surprises him , that he's seen everything .  ❛ can you bring me my towel ? ❜

[desafia]

@btchrs​ sent:  “  i like seeing you smile.  ”

             her head cants to the side when he speaks.  she wonders if he means it.  there are moments she can’t quite tell with him because there is often true motivation and feeling behind what he says.  it just isn’t always in alignment with what his actions or words might present.  sometimes,  she just wants to reach into his brain and get a better look inside.  but,  despite the inquisitive expression in her eyes,  the smile is allowed to linger a little longer.  does it matter if he means it or not?  he’s still saying it either way.  even if it’s only because of what she can do for him,  it still means something to her.  maybe it’s merely the fact he’s willing to treat her like this to get what he wants when everyone else has always been so violent and harsh.  

it makes her pause for a moment.  the smallest consideration before she follows her impulse.  stepping forward,  magnolia lifts to the tips of her toes so she might press her lips to his cheek.  she does it because she can.  because it can mean something to her and nothing to him.  death won’t punish her for it. the universe won’t take it away.  she can pretend it’s real if it means she gets to keep him.  

[brutlist-archive]

"     𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 , 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐫 ?     "     heugh doesn’t want to be here . he doesn’t want to be talking to ray or lay himself under the lens for himself to be scrutinized by a creature seemingly coiled taut with hyena hunger . but he is here and he is watching back black - eyed and just as intently despite the slither of un - wanting moving on it’s belly beneath his cool skin     ---     an itch to bring heugh alight , poised tarantula , unhurried despite the readiness to have this put behind him that is chewing on his tongue .   “     i ain’t scared of you , big boss .     “  

@btchrs​ // sc

[dukecrocker-moved]

                                ❛       𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚𝐧  𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝    ---    but   yes   . . .      i   lied.            ❜         @btchrs​  liked  for  a  canon  dialogue  starter. 

[nvtm1]

𝐜𝐨 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠    —    @btchrs​  as  ray  the  butcher:        “ i  thought  you’d  like  this. ”

IT’S  A  LAUGHABLE  SENTIMENT.  jordan  is  slowly  learning  that  ray  doesn’t  care  what  anyone  else  likes      —      he  cares  that  what  he  likes  and  what  he  wants  will  be  what’s  readily  accepted,  without  protest,  without  pushback.  it’s  that  cold  truth  that  keeps  her  from  laughing  when  she  pulls  the  silk  ribbon  off  of  the  rectangular  velvet  box  he  hands  her  and  flips  the  lid  up  to  reveal  what’s  inside.  staring  back  at  her  is  a  solid  gold  necklace,  r—a—y  written  across  the  middle  in  elegant  script,  no  doubt  costing  more  than  most  peoples’  rent.  it  takes  her  a  moment  to  respond,  pushing  her  initial  instinct  to  joke  that  he  got  a  nameplate  necklace  so  he  can  match  her  own  aside.

❛  ray,  this  is  —  ❜        ostentatious?  ridiculous?  a  colossal  waste  of  money?        ❛  —  it’s  beautiful.  ❜        she’s  quick  to  run  with  beautiful,  speaking  her  words  slowly,  softly,  and  as  naturally  as  she  breathes.  

somehow,  she’s  turned  this  around      —      no  doubt  by  asking  him  for  help  putting  the  damn  thing  on.  fingers  trace  over  the  lettering,  gaze  staring  through  her  reflection  in  the  mirror.  somehow,  his  hand  on  her  shoulder  feels  heavier  than  it  has  before.  suffocating,  even      —      or  is  that  the  necklace,  serving  as  a  physical  reminder  that  she’s  stuck  here?  

fingers  run  past  chain,  along  her  collarbone,  until  she’s  cradling  his  cheek  with  her  palm  and  turning  her  head  to  press  a  kiss  to  his  lips      —      slow,  sensual,  deliberate.  she  lingers  when  she  pulls  away,  eyes  opening  slowly  so  she  doesn’t  have  to  meet  his  gaze  immediately.        ❛  you’re  always  thinking  of  me.  you  spoil  me  too  much.  ❜

she  hopes  she  doesn’t  sound  as  hollow  as  she  feels.