#haleraise

[enmedicus]

               ❛ They got greedy, started taking things that didn’t belong to ‘em. ❜                @haleraise​   ::   prompt

      “   everyone gets greedy   ..   ” 

   she smiles as though topic doesn’t bother her   ,   feigned ignorance is one of her best qualities   .   the disgusting amount of practice it takes to watch the world burn in front of her and smile at it   . 

   the pull of her lips refuses to go to her ears   .   a calmness surrounding her face that doesn’t reflect in her eyes   .   there’s worry there   ,   it drowns her but she’s learned not to show it to those that don’t ask   .   it would be dangerous if she could lie with her eyes   ,   but it’s a skill she would probably never master   .   “   what did they take this time   ?   cheeseburger   ?   ”   she was joking   ,   evident by tone of her voice   .   it wouldn’t even be possible to steal that damn bear if they tried   . 

[godswrcth]

haleraise asked: "Where have those sins led you?"

                        from: bianca has forgotten the meme because they are smart

       --------JOSIAH JUST SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS, he doesn’t really think too much about sins or anything dealing with them ,. ‘ i don’t really care to think on my sins too much - but i’m pretty sure they would lead me to some dark places.. ‘ IF I LET THEM he thought as his sentence trailed off - talk of sins reminds him too much of his father - and the punishments whenever he thought josiah so much as looked like he was doing anything dealing with them. ( ‘ you’re a vessel of the living christ, isaac - don’t let it happen again. )

[godswrcth]

haleraise asked: when are you going to stop punishing yourself for things you cannot control?

                         from: bianca has forgotten the meme because they are smart

                 --------- THE QUESTION CAUGHT HIM COMPLETELY OFF GUARD, he should have known by now that when it comes to hale you should expect to be challenge whenever. this time is no different - and josiah had no idea how to respond, couldn’t even come up with a witty retort - anything - but the question itself did make him pause enough to think - to wonder - does he punish himself? -- no - no that’s not - no. there’s no way that the deputy punishes himself whenever something out of his control happens. that -- no - he doesn’t punish himself. he doesn’t -- DOES HE? ( you do - you always have ). -- have i? 

choosing to stay silent for a minute more, mostly to gather his thoughts in response -- and more importantly to not show that what was asked made him question and think a little TOO MUCH. ' i don’t -- ‘ josiah started to say before stopping, realizing that he was about to be a little too defensive from just a simple question, out of sheer nervous habit, josiah began to repeatedly rub his eyebrow with the tip of his finger, eyes closed as he spoke again, ‘ it’s not something i can stop - especially when a lot of things are my fault. ‘ 

[soncfseed]

@haleraise​ sent:  " You're being so much like your father . "

Instantly Ethan’s chest ignited with a fiery rage. The swirl of conflicting emotions in his gut made him want to wretch. Oh, if he could command the respect and adoration Joseph did, that would be one thing  — but this? This was something else. This was disdain. Yes, he was like his father but only in the worst ways, the ways he loathed. Hale’s words made Ethan want to slide out of his skin like a shedding snake.

“Do not compare me to him,” he growled, practically lunging at Hale as he stepped towards him. If his fury were visible steam would’ve shot from his ears. His muscles flexed, his body tense, and his shirt responded by shifting across his chest. He was in a battle with himself not to lose his temper entirely, but his temper had been on a winning streak lately. Temper 5, Ethan 0.

He balled his hands into fists. With a loud thud he slammed one into the wall. Yet again Ethan had responded to a molehill with a mountain, but from his perspective on the ground every little bump was Mount Everest. 

“You don’t know anything about me, or the old man, or Eden’s Gate, nothing! You think you know, you look at us and cast judgment, but you don’t fucking get it and you never will!”

[sunbentsky-archived]

@haleraise​ || continued from here

A look of easy-going indifference from where he’s crouched at Hale’s side is all he gives to acknowledge the Deputy’s off-color question. He’s learned how to ignore a great deal of teasing and ribbing throughout the years practicing his trade-- a great deal, indeed. It glides past him like water off a duck's back and his attention is once again settling on the gushing wound. Face close enough to inhale the all too familiar scents of blood, sweat, and gunpowder. This time, at least, the telltale odor of infection setting in isn’t present.

“On your back, please,” Patrick says calmly as he rises to his feet and gestures towards one of the beds, all of them mercifully empty today. “And remove any restrictive clothing or jewelry you may be wearing, if you will.”

He busies himself with gathering the necessary instruments and disinfecting his hands thoroughly, then. Each movement punctilious and no slower or faster than it needs to be. Just right. Patrick knows urgency and he knows harmlessness-- this is neither. 

“You did well to come to me when you did,” he adds, putting on a light blue pair of surgical gloves. “I don’t even want to imagine how annoyed passing out from blood loss would make you.” The Deputy will have to forgive this small poke-- it’s all in good fun. “Now, any allergies I should know of?”