#deathrife

[warunchanged]

              ❛  ha, told you i’d win, ❜ prideful teeth glimmer with a deep set confidence, hand arising to swipe at his brow beading with sweat. triumph paints him well, victory inbred in ones bones, it saturates his golden tones ---- an achilles in the making, bred to bring armies to their knees ; to watch gold liquidate and form, personified. panting in exertion, hands on hips before flashing a boyish grin at his sparring partner ( always young at heart ). he makes an active effort not to dwell on the previous proximity he spent to gabriel reyes  -- the last thing desired is abrupt feelings akin to being flustered.  ❛  unless you let me win. because then i’ll have to kick your ass twice, gabe. that’d be embarrassing. you may have been able to throw me around in sep, but i’m a new man who faces omnics now.  ❜ childishly, his tongue peeks out of his mouth, ❛  and i’m twice as handsome. ❜  // @deathrife

[datatheft-moved]

                   ❛               I’M  fine.      would  you  lay  off  ?             ❜          for  all  her  FAULTS,    stubbornness  seems  to  be  the  one  that  often  lands  her  in  the  most  trouble.     her  hands  drop,    shaking  out  tension  at  her  sides.      it  doesn’t  even  HURT.      in an attempt to force her way through,    she tells him a lie.             ❛               the  medic  cleared  me.      i’m  going  with  you.              ❜

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[infrasought-blog]

[ @deathrife ]

     CAUCHEMAR.     ❝ tiens tiens, is that how your mother taught you to treat a LADY ? ❞

[widowkissed-blog]

               she   felt   fatigued.   anemia   catching   up   with  her,   such   a   fragile   vessel   not   meant   for   long   wear   ----   this   was   the   reason   such   a   grim     had   been   assigned   with  her.   scarce   breaths   tickled   her   lips,   the   gentle   lap   of   her   heart   slow   enough   to    send   her   to  sleep.   ‘   mission   ----    mission   success.   good   job.   ‘   /   @deathrife​

[divinerest-a-blog]

DEATHRIFE ♡’D THIS

❛ this is really good gab ! ❜ she took the cloth just to sense how it truly is . picked apart the cotton and threads that allow her fingers to skim over the surface of his handiwork . ❛ my question still stands . you should really commission our outfits . ❜ the irises of her eyes took it all in and she wonders why he never went towards DESIGNING AND FASHION . he clearly has the fingers for it .

[croique-blog]

NIGHTMARE IN THE EVENING.     a palette of cool tones amongst the ever-dark shadow,   shoulder bearing the weight of her favored weapon    (    the widow’s kiss             precise, deadly   ;   adaptable     ).    composure remains deceptively relaxed,  with reflexes primed to spring at any given moment.   such is the nature of thorough conditioning, skills that are carved onto bone.

❝                      they would not be so quick believe such things as don’t fear the reaper,  if they found themselves staring down the barrel of your shotguns,  no   ?    such naive sentimentalities they conjure.    ❞     starter call    //   @deathrife

[revvolver]

@deathrife liked the thing:

❝ Ya know Mr. Reyes, I did just save your hide back there. Ya could at least act a little GRATEFUL... ❞

Deep down, the crude hooligan knew that such a request was FUTILE for Mr. Reyes brought as much joy and compassion as a contagious illness.  Pessimism aside, Mccree figured to keep egging his superior on, slopping as much grease into his SMIRK as he could, fattening the ribbing.

❝ A simple...’ya did good there kiddo’ would suffice. ❞