#desidariums

[eriidanus]

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both eyes scan to the right, diagonally up, then down, and lastly to the left; a paradoxically swift, yet precise act John performed for about fifteen seconds. the woodland background surrounding them was silent, with not even an ounce of a breeze blowing behind or in front of them. the asphalt below them didn't even seem to have been walked on in years, let alone occupancy and use of two small, parallel twin outpost buildings ... save for the entry bar on the ground, now a pure heap of dilapidated metal and decayed wood.

while readjusting his form fitted hoodie upon his head, John's blue eyes snap over to Alice, capturing her in his peripheral vision. he squinted for a few moments, then to just shrug his shoulders. all while keeping a progressively, slowly tighter grip on his modified Desert Eagle in his right hip holster.

" besides the craters we just passed by ... maybe. "

[eriidanus]

❛ the fact that you are here is proof that whatever tried to beat you lost. ❜ | john's unseen verse we spoke about? 👀

John stretched his shoulders inward towards his own back, feeling soft pops and cracks - from his neck, both of his shoulders and his upper back. he let forth a small grunting sigh through his nose, nodding simultaneously. for a moment, his gaze was purposefully drawn to the foreground which didn't last any longer than just that. he turned his head to place his eyes simply and directly onto Alice. before her was the full scope of John's current physical state; a face littered with dirt, blotches of dried blood and numerous surface-level cuts; some deep and others miniscule. yet, he was still stern and unfazed as ever.

" you know me. not a fan of losing. it'd disappoint quite a few people back home. "

[malicestrike-a]

a train platform dusted with snow.

the quiet is welcome as they wait for the train that will take them to their next job. lehna is used to working alone and generally prefers it that way. but they told her that alice is like her and even though she doesn't know exactly what that means, something itches to reach out and make a connection she's been longing for ever since she left home. it's a risk she's not sure she wants to take—especially not when they've both got a one way ticket to hell.

but lehna likes the snow, places her palm out to catch a few snowflakes that melt on her skin before she can get a good look at them. she's in a rare good mood. so she turns to her companion and steels herself for rejection as she says, "you'd think they could've paid for a helicopter."