#flawedlegacy

[elysian-king]

@flawedlegacy

“ OUT. GET OUT ! “ 

[voltrigger-blog]

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"You don’t eat? I’m sorry, I should’ve asked what did you want,” The idea of someone not eating food wasn’t uncommon. There were plenty of people out there who were augmented to the point where they didn’t need to, or just couldn’t, consume food. “Do you want an energy bottle, then?”

[teamania-res-blog]

“Doesn’t know what he’s fighting for but will fight for you”

@flawedlegacy

((I’VE BEEN SCREAMING FOR HALF AN HOUR YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

EDIT: I FORGOT THOSE BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN LOCKS. THE HAIR IS THE MONEY MAKER HERE

[togafiti]

@flawedlegacy​

   “ ‘scuze me, but I don’t think you’re allowed to be in here. ” Tiara stood casually-yet-cautiously, hand resting on the table she had just stood up from. She was really just playing dumb– she wasn’t stupid. If there was a high-ranked Maverick Hunter in here, there was a damn good reason for it.

    Nonetheless. Maybe she could weasel away from conflict.

[eirinistis]

@flawedlegacy liked for a starter (accepting)

   “..Do you ever wonder what the past was like, Zero?” 

[larmeedufreesia-blog]

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"Zero.”

Pigeon was someone who was quiet. So quiet in fact that he could wander all around the base and no one would be able to spot him. However, one thing the Resistance as a whole learned early on is that you should avoid surprising Zero if you want your throat to be non-crushed.

Pigeon still rubs his neck whenever Zero’s around.

“Are you going out on patrol? Ciel was asking for you.”

[azuliic]

@flawedlegacy

“I’ve been lots of things. Cold, wet. Kinda hungry? Who knows, I missed you !” 

He is bouncing, and the young robot is almost emitting bell sounds. Grabby hands galore, he’ll never learn to grow up will he?

[teamania-res-blog]

@flawedlegacy (cont. from this!)

Giro shot up from his bed, clutching his chest. He was heaving unsteady breaths that wouldn’t let up. Was he breathing before? He couldn’t calm down. It happened again. He knew it would happen, he knew this would happen! Why didn’t he say anything?! Zero would understand, wouldn’t it? It wasn’t an excuse! If he had just said something he wouldn’t be feeling like...! ... This.

He got up from the mattress and headed toward the tea maker, movements sporadic and rushed. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t feel. He was sorry. He was so sorry that he wasn’t strong enough. It happened years ago but he was feeling like this. Why did he feel like this?

He couldn’t see either. His glasses left on top of the cabinet, but he found and nearly smashed in the button to start to heat up the water. It beeped twice and started to whir to life. The only sound present in the dead silence of the too-early morning next to Giro’s heaving. He leaned his palms on the cabinet top but he didn’t calm down. His breathing lowered in volume but didn’t lower in intensity.

He began to sink to the floor, keeping his hands locked to the edge of the cabinet. His legs were weak and he leaned his head against the side of the cabinet, making a muffled ‘thump’. It would’ve hurt if he could feel it, but his palms were pressing hard into the metallic edge. If he kept that up, he might break something.

Couldn’t the water heat up any faster?