#dscvredbctter

[nosmortem]

@dscvrdbcttr said: ❝ i can’t move it. i think it’s broken. ❞

shit. zoey wasn't expecting to find the raider - theo, she recalls - at all again, much less injured. and it looked bad, she observed with a grimace before looking at their surroundings. "okay," she paused, thinking about their options. she couldn't just leave him there, not when he couldn't walk. crouching beside him, zoey reached into her pack and handed him some water. "first things first, we gotta get outta here and somewhere safe. secure. i'll help you, okay?"

[starlsssankt]

@dscvrdbcttr /

“ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ” // from faye

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃, the Darkling shrugged a shoulder. ❝ And just what did you think I'd be? ❞ he asked softly, taking steps towards her.

❝ A certain bit of mystery keeps things alive, wouldn't you agree? ❞

[nightskied]

" i'm too tired , let me sleep , c'mon . " / @dscvredbctter !

[nightmdic-a]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  // iggy

     “It’s not a big deal, really - don’t worry about it.”

Except her hands slipped quite lower from where she had been covering where sleeve was torn, crimson blossoming and dripping down her sleeve to her hand, creating a minuscule puddle of blood upon the ground near her feet. A mere bullet graze, caught in the crossfire of some guards when she had been walking back towards the medical building, having to dash yet not quite fast enough to - 

     “Nothing I can’t treat myself. . .”

@dscvrdbcttr​

[nosmortem]

val likes to think she has decent patience, but god damn it was @dscvrdbcttr driving her crazy with his brooding. he's been extra grumpy the last few days, the tiny glow of warmth behind his eyes absent as he goes about his routine except... sadder. his usual gruff banter is traded for silence. brushing her off to be alone. closing himself off as if they'd just met. it's when they're building something together and he's being extra picky, mostly with himself. it's not perfect, and he looks almost... defeated. val decides in this moment this cannot go on, and she must do something about it. she fully expects him to pull away from her hands as she takes his face in her hands.

"hey, look at me. you're really bumming out me, and that's saying something. venga ya." she pokes at his cheeks. "smile for me." her index fingers poke at it shoulders, then his chest. "don't make me bring out the big guns." she hovers, just for a moment, before poking at his sides, eyes bright with amusement as she gauges his reaction.

[nosmortem]

@dscvrdbcttr (Iggy) said: “Yeah yeah, I’ll sleep in a bit…”

the roll of her eyes is instant as she watches ignacio continue to be defiant. he looks tired, dark circles under his eyes, slightly red as he pushed his body to fulfill his duty to the colony. val didn't get it. well, she did, but she supposes her experience with people taking advantage of other's willingness to help had jaded her a bit. still, he has something to grasp onto, something that keeps him going, and she envies him. she's happy for him, but sometimes can't help but to resent just a little bit. sighing heavily, val places her hand between his face and the sleep-distraction and waves. "it'll be here when you wake up. c'mon. can't do good work if you're sleep-deprived."

[aercnaut-archived]

@dscvrdbcttr said: [ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner. // from faye bc they're a healer

   he  really  needs  to  stop  picking  up  strays.  his  balloon’s  basket  was  getting  smaller and smaller  and  he  has  no  intentions  of  upgrading.  still,  he  couldn’t  just  leave  them  where  they  were.  lee  knows  a  bad  situation  when  he  sees  it. 

one  scuffle,  a  black  eye,  and  a  busted  trigger  finger  later,  there  they  were,  the  sun  at  their  backs as they rose into the sky.  he’d  started  his  apologies  for  the  kidnapping  when  they  began  touching  the  black  eye.  his  apologies  stalled  as  he  cautiously  shot  a  look  to  hester,  who  returned  the  gaze  with  a  heartstopping  realization:  their  passenger  had  no  daemon.

   “ whatcha  doin’  there,  kid? “  he  leans  away  from  their  touch,  eyes  scanning  around  the  basket  just  in  case  there  was  an  unaccounted  for  daemon  floating  around  to  ease  his  concern.  maybe  they’re  just  a  witch? a shaman maybe. there was a good explanation. he was just paranoid.

[griim]

@dscvrdbcttr asked; they're a ten but she drops in on my missions & gets herself involved // issac being a little shit

"I would if your missions didn't end up fucking up my jobs."