#burntchild

[lieutenantxsinclair]

continued from x with @burntchild

Helga resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead chose to flip the page of her book. There was a test coming up for Garden, and she had no intention of failing it. Failing a test, at her age? That’s just embarrassing.

“Look, downtime is a good thing,” she tried to reason. “Gives you time to rest for the next thing. Can’t drive on an empty tank, or whatever trite phrase you want to use.” She was one to talk; how many times had she worn herself into the ground, if not for work, for the want of it? Part of her wanted to suggest he pick up a hobby.

The part of her that knew better didn’t.

“Either you sit your ass down and take the afternoon to yourself, or I’m sitting on you and forcing you to do it.”

[absinthc]

❝ i’ll come get you, where are you ? ❞ -burntchild

@burntchild

"It's dangerous, you know."

Astrid was exceptional at saying that---it was almost a given, of course, being an assassin---it usually came out as an excuse. She spent long stretches of time away from people, fearing the next name on her list would be his.

And if it were, she wouldn't know what to do. How would she? Even after she began working, to some extent, independently---it drove her further from him, then closer, and then further again.

She was good at disappearing and resurfacing. Like a cicada, she knew when to show her face again to the world.

"I'm up north, where the reactors are. There will be two shacks; one smaller and a larger one covered in old flyers. The larger one is a bunker, no service, so I'll have to buzz you in unless you knock hard enough."

She wasn't sure how it would be once she got out.

She'd been laying low for months following a much larger assignment gone awry. Although she was successful, she wasn't satisfied with how terrible it turned out.

And she had months to obsess over it.

It felt longer.

Funny, she didn't feel a chill before, but after speaking to him, she did.

[goddessseal]

PotC Sentences :{☬}: Accepting!

@burntchild​ asked:  “The world used to be a bigger place.”

Furiae stared at the blond for a moment like she didn’t understand. She honestly didn’t at first since the world was still very large in her eyes. She thought that of the strange one she found herself in now. “I take it you are well traveled?” She envied that but kept herself from frowning so it wouldn’t show. “I’m afraid I cannot agree. There is much that I haven’t yet seen. I would ask for your escort but I do not wish to burden you.”

[gingersmiith]

through the fire

Hyperion is soaked in gore, and so is Seifer Almasy, breathing hard from the exertion of a worthwhile fight. This place is unfamiliar, has tried to kill him in the first thirty seconds, and he's okay with that, but damn, he'd like a moment of rest. He wipes the blade mostly clean, and undoes all the work a heartbeat later when something big and toothy tries to take his head off. An unclean slice, a firaga-level spell exploding out of his palm, and that takes care of that.

It was supposed to be a routine run-- but then, nothing about daemons is routine, even when it's just goblins. Goblins tend to come in packs, and sometimes those packs have a boss that's much worse--

And whatever it had been, its gone too quickly for Tredd to even start to identify it, leaving only an unfamiliar blond with a sword and a scar behind.

Despite the use of magic, he's not a Glaive, and certainly not a Lucis Caelum. Tredd lights a fire in his own hand, holding it away from his body to show that it's not a threat. "That's probably the fastest I've ever seen anyone take out a goblin pack."

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                                                       HE DIDN'T MEAN TO.

What started off as a simple sparring session, something normal, something familiar, had quickly spiraled into something far more serious. He hadn't noticed, not at first  -  just assuming the other had more pent up anger he needed to toss out  -  something both were guilty of venting through their fights every now  &  then.

It was fine. They could handle it, knew what they were getting into well before they clashed blades  &  traded blows  -  knew the other could take what they dished back, that the other wasn't fragile. It was part of the comfort feeling  -  that knowledge. A safety net to fall back on to truly let loose  &  not hold back.

Only  -  he knows now how stupid a thing it was to blindly believe, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time. End of the day, both were as human as they came. Flesh  &  blood, blood  &  bone  -  vulnerable.

They could fuck up  -  had.

Blows being tossed, something shifted  - that glazed over look coming to, a sign of another memory rising to the surface  -  all before something hostile snapped  &  suddenly it wasn't just a friendly sparring match meant for fun. Each strike, intended to hurt was tossed his way  -  there was only so much dodging he could do. Maybe he intended to incapacitate him, if only to stop before it escalated, but a sudden jerk, a panicked swing made at the last moment to change his action  &  his target had been struck, the edge of his blade meeting it's mark as the world skid to a chilling halt.

He stares back, into bright green, noting how the hazy look seemed to fade, coming to with a rising look of confusion, shock, horror, flickering like the static of a radio through each channel at a speed far too great for him to really pick any one thing for long. Guilt pierces him, panic not far behind, frozen in place as he tries to decide what to do to fix it. Red stains the edge of Revolver, plipping to the ground below, grimly anticipating the clatter of a blade along the ground.

He can't move.

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[can-i-make-you-some-tea]

sensation

[sunny-explosions]

@burntchild​ asked:

frost: icing a bruise

‘i love you’ prompts

Freak accidents were bound to happen in construction zones, but what Selphie had not banked on was Seifer pushing her out of the way of some falling supplies and getting banged up in her stead. He was still fine and in one piece, surprising absolutely no one, but the bruises starting to darken along his skin, and she’d finally decided to take matters into her own hands without pausing to listen to any of his refusals, should he voice them.

“Hold still, would you?” She says, gently taking his arm with one hand and lightly pressing the washcloth-wrapped bag of ice to one of the nastier marks with the other, her eyes flicking up at him to make sure it’s not too cold. “You didn’t have to knock me out of the way, y’know. I’m not nearly invincible like you are, but I can take some falling debris without too much damage.”

She softens after she speaks, angling her head up to look at him properly and give him a small smile. It’s nothing life-threatening, so there might not be much to worry about, but she doesn’t want to leave Seifer thinking she’s not appreciative of the gesture anyway.

“But I do appreciate your help, so thank you.”

[voicelesshatred]

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Drinks with Caim [meme] :: Accepting

【He’d hated taverns and, despite the calmer air within the one he’d found himself in at present, he felt no differently. Perhaps because he was not entirely there by his own whims. It had taken Caim a while to adopt to this strange world, the air cleaner from the lack of conflict’s crimson debris. There were hints of it within this odd city his new companion had taken him and that alone was a comfort.

Until the glass was set before him. It was a partially familiar sight, the gold fluid settled beneath a cloud of foam. A glance to his newfound ally, his guide. A nod in both thanks and respect. Having crossed swords with him told him enough: the volatile blond was not craven enough to poison a drink. If he wished to take the soldier’s life, he’d do so directly. That was something Caim respected. And he’d displayed that by accepting the drink.】