#compassonate

[birdwarrior-blog1]

@compassonate

‘     HAND-TO-HAND WON’T GET YOU FAR,    ’         he explains,   dark eyes roaming over their makeshift training room.    it was cramped and dark,   missing all of the high-tech pieces at their fingertips each day,   but he’d take what he could get.   the real training room ran too high of a risk,   and neither of them could afford to get caught.    (especially not carter,   who would be crucified if his district found out).   crossing the room,   he scoops up a handful of throwing knives.   ‘     you’ve gotta find what you’re good at.   your sweet spot.   has that drunk asshole at least helped you with that?    ’       

[geneticasseta]

           “  what ?  i  can  like  other  things  besides  beating  people  up.  ”    pip said matter-of-factly, though the way that she stood hinted that she wasn’t nearly as confident about what hal had found as she tried to sound. eden had provided a sanctuary that very few other places that pip had lived in had invoked, safety enough that pip had even begun to personalize the small apartment that she had behind the gates, primarily with music. she had soundproofed the apartment herself, found a record player and begun collecting vinyls wherever she found them. she had an entire shelf now.  //  @compassonate  random  starter

[spacegunned]

he’s leaning against a tree,   enjoying the soft summer breeze.    it’s been a quiet few years but at least he isn’t lonely:   leon cracks a smile,   watching the pup chase after a butterfly.   must be nice,   being oblivious to the end of the world.   ‘     come on boy,    ‘   he calls after a while,   patting the retriever on the back as he blasts past him and hops happily onto the porch.   ‘    hot from all that running,   huh  ?   let’s get you some water.    ‘    the screen door squeaks as he pulls it open but leon lets it close with a slam,   whipping back around as his dog begins to bark   —   swiftly,   he picks up the rifle leaning against the railing and lines up the shot.   he won’t hesitate,   not again,   and his fingers tremble against the trigger…   until it becomes obvious this person isn’t a corpse.   stitch is jumping at the girl,   wagging his tail,   and she isn’t tearing him to pieces.   the gun is lowered but he keeps it with him as he steps off of the porch and makes the trip down the long driveway.     ‘    down,   bud.   you know better than that.    ‘     leon nods at the girl,   looking her over for cuts and wounds.     ‘    sorry about him.   not used to seeing people.    ‘

@compassonate

[gloryweak-archive]

playlist:   jake  riley  ft.  @compassonate.

[gloryweak-archive]

file:  hal,    @compassonate.

“ anything  happens  out  there,     you  get  behind  me. ”      the  stern  tone  of  voice  does  not  match  the  way  he  touches  her,    fingers  gentle  as  they  pull  the  scarf  over  the  bridge  of  her  nose.     it’s  an  entire  world  of  danger  past  the  doors  of  her  apartment:    the  ghost  of  a  life - threatening  disease  making  way  through  the  streets,   one  victim  claimed  after  another.    and  he’s  almost  sure  he’s  going  to  regret  this,    that  they’ll  only  be  outside  ten  minutes  tops  before  he  requests  to  retreat    --   it’s  a  miracle  he  hasn’t  turned  her  down  by  now.     “ you  got  it? ”

[grndlingsarc-blog]

      ‘     i’m glad you’re alive.   ‘       relieved smile forms upon wounded lips as she sees the other walk through the gate,     ‘  i was scared you wouldn’t come back.   ‘   /    @compassonate

[geneticyborg]

❝ where did you get this? ❞

ALTERED CARBON SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @compassonate )

         “ pulled  it  from  a  vending  machine. ”  zack informed with a lazy smile -- there was something like pride on his face as he watched hal tear off the wrapper. he sat near the ground, both hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket with his shoulders hunched forward and emerald gaze flicking from her to the fire between them and back again. he looked small and uncertain but no less comfortable within his own skin. the snickers bar had gone on ignored and forgotten, tucked near the back of a vending machine that had long since been destroyed. shattered glass and torn wiring and the like had been scattered all around it. he had almost ignored it. the entire building had been picked clean by scavengers after all, why would one lone already destroyed vending machine contain anything worth his time? but he had crouched down and dug through the glass and the shredded metal and wires all the same and come up with a small treasure.

the bar was squashed, wrapping worn to almost white and he had worried that the inside had gone bad but when the wrapper was peeled back they were presented with a well preserved piece of heaven.

    zack smiled, an uncertainty trapped between his ribs finally freed.  “ don’t  eat  it  all  at  once.  might  be  the  last  snickers  on  earth. ”

[geneticyborg]

❝ i was worried. ❞

ALTERED CARBON SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @compassonate )

         zack’s expression twisted into one of confusion -- admittedly he had cut it close. curfew and the gates closing only minutes behind him as he tracked through the gates looking rougher than usual but no less in one piece. he had been forced to take a detour during his supply run around a nest -- without the ammunition, weapons and numbers to clear it himself he had to leave it for later once he had a partner with him -- and it had cut into his time like a hot knife through butter but he hadn’t expected her to be there waiting for him and he certainly hadn’t expected her to be worried.

        “ why ? ”   the question blurts past his lips before he can stop it. not quite suspicious but  .  .  .  something. uncertain perhaps. as if no one had worried about him before, as if he couldn’t quite believe that anyone had thought about his absence. he shifts on his feet, suddenly guarded as he approached her fully with furrowed brows and pinched lips.  “ if  i  didn’t  make  it  back  that  would  have  been  on  me. ”  he said after a handful of short seconds because surely she was only worried about possible backlash from security for not getting the whole team back in time.