#chameleondc

[aglitchinemotion]

chameleondc replied to your post: Hey, there, sweetheart. Why the long face?

“Hmm.” DC hummed thoughtfully. “I’m a bit concerned, actually. Are you certain you’re alright?”

She bit back a sigh, wrangling the frustration down. Why did she have to ask? And more, why did she feel so annoyed about it? Shouldn’t she want her girlfriend to be concerned about her wellbeing? “Just - y’know, bit of a shit week. I’ve been working on the chems I use with my powerfist to try and make ‘em - less strong, and that’s kinda tiring.” That much was true. How could she have it protect her, without risking hurting someone she cared about again? Why couldn’t she have both?

Dammit. If DC had heard, it would only make her look bad to hide the tuth... “... See, I sort of - a friend grabbed me, and I didn’t expect it, and I - I accidentally hit him.” A very watered down version of the truth. “Don’t want that happening again.” 

[tetsuo-and-red-blog]

((*Calmly eats popcorn while watching intently*))

[sansregret]

💭

…It really was inevitable.  Sooner or later, it would happen.  That’s just how this city is and if it wasn’t her, it’d be someone else.  But…well, I do enjoy Dana.  He’s a good kid.  Fucked up, of course, but he’s a good kid. So do forgive an old man if he’d like to see that pretty little head of hers detached from the rest.

[jackscrewed]

♡

So you got the thing going on like you do in old style movies where you got a lady an what a lady, she’s all suave and mysterious and, like, is she gonna kiss you, gonna stab you, the archetype of a vamp, that’s what they called them, so-called for the color o’ their lipstick, bloody red, of course, no other, and anyway, what I’m saying here, what I’m really trying to communicate is that they all -minus the icy blondes and fiery redheads, who tend to have long locks- have dark hair all chop-chopped just so like yourself, ma’am, so that’s a thing and it’s real cool shit, alright.

[wantedinthewest]

chameleondc replied to your post:

“Are you going to stay on the couch, husband-mine?” DC waits, the usual sweetness of her tone all but flatlined.

He opens one eye. “Am I in your seat?”

[southiesfavoriteson]

chameleondc replied to your post: How's my favorite former employee? ♥

You might be the only one who’s survived the experience…♥

...makin’ me kinda relieved I got out when I did.

[blackwiidowsniper]

@chameleondc liked x for a starter

“You know, I’m sure you’ve been told this before but your coat is absolutely lovely. Red suits you.”

[aglitchinemotion]

What- You think it'll just be Aniya? You think Rick wouldn't retaliate if it turns out DC has to take his girlfriend out? He'll get himself killed.

“N-no - “ The protest is instant and stammering, Darla’s eyes going wide. She tries to control herself, sucking in a deep breath. “If, if she was an Institute informant, that’s the only reason DC would have to - deal with her - and then, then Rick wouldn’t be so upset, right? Because she’d deserve it. He knows the Institute is bad, he knows they hurt people. He, he wouldn’t, he’s not stupid, and DC wouldn’t hurt him, she knows he’s my -” Except not anymore, right?

By the time she trails off her breath is coming too fast, too shallow, tears pinpricking her eyes. It hurts and it’s that horrible circly-buzzy-shrieking anxious feeling, like a swarm of bloatflies nesting in her head, and more than anything it makes her angry.

Her farm, her work, her friend - she’s given up so much to avoid that feeling, goddammit.

“Fuck off.” A snarl and she stalks away, eyes darting corner to corner in hopes of finding a quiet place to work the anxiety off. Or maybe - maybe the bunkhouse, yeah. The bunkhouse and just a half dose of her downer. She normally only takes it after the psycho but this, this is -

This is good.

Right?