#frzenfear

[vaultfreed]

⤷  …  @frzenfear / “ how bad is it? ” ― john & nate

“ ... depends on your definition of bad. ” this was hope county after all, bad was truly in the eye of the beholder. bad for some could be running low on gas, or knocking their foot on a bed post. for nate and john, it was a fucking outpost crawling with peggies, armed to the fucking teeth. bad, but could be worse. “ i counted about seven around here, might be more inside. i figured one of us stays up here in the tower, the other runs distraction, who ever stays can pick 'em off from the crows nest. flip you for it? ” both men had skills with a rifle, and where the more streamlined nate was fast, the bulkier john was strong. nate called tails mid air― grimacing when it landed it john's palm heads. “ just my luck, just don't shoot my ass please. i got a funny walk as it is. ”

[razedhell]

[ @frzenfear ] john & andromache : “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”

she almost smiles, though it turns into a wince when the cut on her lip makes itself known again. she remembers another time when they were younger & he would ask her that question but he always knew the answer then. " just someone i was interviewing . . . " an easy shrug is given, grabbing his hands from where he's cupped her face to give them a reassuring squeeze. " she apologized right after if that helps. " he's protective, a trait she adores but andromache toes the line with danger far too often - she's already defied death, what else is there to worry about ? " i promise i'm fine, i kinda deserved it. your town loves it's secrets & i was pushing her, clearly it was a little too hard. " there may be an impish curl to her mouth, leaning in to rest her chin against the center of his chest as fingers slip between his. " how was your day ? "

[abhorments]

⤥ ... ⛧ ... @frzenfear 〳 “ sit down before you fall down. ” ― john & james

“ but i can fix it. ” it was almost whine, as if he was being told off by an angry parent. of course he knew he wasn't, john wouldn't yell or raise his voice, not in that manner. but he was perfectly fine standing on the chair― though the old wooden clock was heavy, heavier than he thought it would be. but once it was working, he knew it sound lovely. “ i can fix it. please? i know how. ”

[abhorments]

⤥ ... ⛧ ... @frzenfear 〳 “ let's get you cleaned up. ” ― john & levi

it shouldn't make him laugh just how easily john pulls him up, dragging him inside the cabin and out of the cold; but it does. the blood had dried under his nose a while ago, truth be told, the cold actually felt good. but drinking as he did, outside in that chill― he was asking for trouble. absolutely plastered. “ john boy― you're too good to us, you know? too fucking good. ”

[abhorments]

⤥ ... ⛧ ... @frzenfear 〳 “ you're bleeding. ” ― john & quinn

god, she hadn't even felt it, not until he mentioned it. crimson warmth dripped slow down her arm, down the side of her face, but still no pain except the burning of her lungs. it was stupid, incredibly fucking stupid going out at night, he'd warned her enough still she'd not listened. but it didn't make sense, she hadn't stepped far enough away from the cabin for it to just disappear like that― and then she was running, fleeing for her life as something unseen stalked her in the dark, her skin snagging on low branches, stumbling over roots― until he found her. shaking, and scared. “ i―i ... there was― was something out there. ”

[abhorments]

⤥ ... ⛧ ... @frzenfear 〳 “ it isn't mine. ” ― john & vale

there once was a time, not so long ago, that the man that stood before him ushered within vale, a dark warning. upon their first meeting, when formalities were exchanged, both men seemed to sense something in the other. his team were busying themselves, james filming the surrounding woodland, quinn and levi speaking among themselves, as twins usually do, about the bitter cold yet beautiful landscape. and yet vale did not turn away from the man― for something told him he shouldn't turn his back. that feeling had never faltered, nor gone away; not truly. but over time, vale had began to feel more at ease. like watching a predator roam it's hunting ground, he learned familiarity, enough that whatever aura john radiated, it no longer felt threatening, not directly at least. however upon seeing john, the red stains on his hands and coat― that feeling came screaming, the hair on the back of neck standing on end. “ ... what manner of creature did the blood come from then? ”

[razedhell]

Happy birthday dear!! I hope it’s a wonderful one!

THANK YOU LAKE!!! So far it’s been amazing!!! I love youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!

[hunt-the-hare]

@frzenfear asked: " Hey - what'd we talk about yeah? take it easy baby. No crime in that. " FROMHER BBY DADDY TO HOLLY

                       Hand  presses  to  the  underside  of  her  belly,  lifting,  in  hopes  of  relieving  some  pressure  from  her  hips.  She's  so  small  compared  to  him,  it'll  be  a  miracle  if  this  baby  wasn't  a  giant  himself.  It's  definitely  doing  a  number  on  her  back,  that's  for  sure,  something  she  wouldn't  ever  experience  until  old  age,  and  yet  here  she  is  at  twenty-five.  To  be  fair,  she  never  thought  she  would  have  a  baby  either...  but  out  of  all  8.3  billion  people  on  earth,  she's  glad  it  was  John  Evans  Junior.

                        A  hand  waves  away  his  words.  Of  course  they  had  spoken  about  her  leaving  her  job  for  maternity  leave  early,  but  Holly  never  agreed  to  staying  idle  when  it  came  to  the  trailer.  As  of  right  now,  budding  tummy  presses  up  to  the  sink  and  she  turns  on  the  water,  letting  it  fill  a  pot.  Holly  never  really  did  listen  when  it  came  to  relaxing,  sitting  still.  If  she  sat  for  too  long  she'd  go  crazy.

                       "  I  just  wanted  t'make  you  dinner  is  all,  you're  always  so  busy  takin'  care  of  the  cows  and  me.  At  least  we  know  this  baby  will  have  an  insane  work  ethic  because  I  don't  think  either  of  us  know  when  t'quit.  "  Sink  is  turned  off  and  she  leans  over,  well...  as  much  as  she  can,  to  pick  up  the  pot.  It  is  promptly  put  down,  a  small  ‘oof’  leaving  lips.  "  Can  y'put  that  on  the  stove  for  me  please  ??  "