#halofcrged

[rubiesintherough]

❝ how long have i been asleep?❞ melody

@halofcrged

" I don't know, I just found you like this... " Normally, if Melody was lucky enough to stumble on some poor bastard knocked out --- or, even better, dead --- on the ground, she'd gleefully help herself to whatever they were carrying. But, she hadn't dared to touch this guy... hell, she hadn't gotten close to him, instead crouched out of arm's reach. He looked big. Important. Strong. Regular folks here didn't wander around armed to the teeth, in big important armor... " Who did you piss off? " So she could avoid them. Whoever was capable of taking down someone like this, wasn't someone she wanted to tangle with... even her need for a fight had its limits.

[galaeus]

@halofcrged asked for a birthday starter!

"Somehow the top brass had it in their little icy hearts to give me the day. Guess birthdays sometimes have their perks." Dress in civilian casuals, she approaches John with a barely-suppressed smile. "If I said my wish was for a certain workaholic to have off, too, what would he say?"

[hexsreality]

@halofcrged inquired: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda shrugged, not turning to look at the speaker, though she knew exactly who it was based on their voice and presence. The Master Chief was a commanding presence, one Wanda couldn’t ignore even if she tried. She leaned against the railing of the balcony, her arms crossed over one another as her upper body was leaning over it. A cigarette was clenched tightly between her teeth that the filter was dented. “Are you here to keep me company or here to kill me?”

She finally asked him after a long moment of silence on her end. wasn't that she doubted he genuinely wanted to keep her company, she was just suspicious to a fault about people and their intentions. They both knew she was a dangerous being, it was why people kept a close eye on her in case her powers were being misused by her or someone else. Wanda was no one's weapon, she was a person, not a time bomb. Maybe he did understand that, and was there to not let her feel alone. 

[oozeyboozey-archive]

chief ( @halofcrged ) . . . “ my past … isn’t really something interesting. “

" y'see , it's always the people who say things like that , that have the best stories. " she spoked from experience. anya leaned back , relaxing in her chair. " we got time. what'ya say? "

[houndagain]

@halofcrged said, " let's just say life wasn't exactly non-stop fun growing up . "

once upon a time, hayden would've felt guilty for the small smile spreading across his lips at the thoughts those particular words bring to his mind. nothing bad. nothing violent ( even if those were a little more common place now ). growing up made him think about those early days with tatum and how hale would try to pull the attention back to himself by climbing a tree or doing something incredibly stupid on his skateboard.

" i'm sorry, " the hound whispers, instead. the blade of his blade digs deep into the flesh of a fuji apple. hayden finds himself captivated with the way the juices spurt up, misting into the air. apples were one of his favorite things, before. so, it wasn't like he was seeing any of this for the first time. coming back made him abundantly aware of all the things he'd been scared of never seeing again. or how, watching the house burn down around him with all the screams of dying pack members had him thinking of the simple things he'd taken for granted at one point.

at that, the smile flattens back into a thin line and all the muscles of his shoulders tighten back up. he's sitting on john's kitchen counter, scant thing that it is, with long legs dangling. rare was the man who was taller than him and hayden had every intention of enjoying all the things that made him feel smaller.

" it makes us who we are, though. life does. shitty and absent as people can be, they make us into us. for that, i am, at least, a little grateful. " another slice frees a wedge from the apple. what once flew into the air now slid over his tongue in a tsunami of crisp sweetness that had the hellhound couldn't help but cherish.

" doesn't mean it's right and i'm definitely not saying you have to say thank you for it. at the end of the day, also, fuck them. being angry about it doesn't undo anything, is what i mean. "

[hcartsleeved]

@halofcrged said; “Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

she   hissed   through   her   teeth   as   she   slid   her   hand   into   the   palm   of   his   so   he   could   examine   her   blue   and   purple   digits.   she   tried   to   do   as   he   asked,   delicately   lifting   the   pads   of   her   finger   tips   off   the   rough   skin   of   his   hand   but   her   fingers   moved   stiffly   and   not   without   causing   her   great   pain   that   resulted   in   her   letting   out   a   groan   and   a   shake   of   her   head.            ‘   well   —   they   feel   a   little   busted.   ’         she   huffs,   exhaling   sharply   through   her   nose.   it   was   a   stupid   cause   too   —   slipping   into   a   revolving   door   while   trying   to   evade   a   group   of   rotters   that   were   hot   on   their   tails.   she   couldn't   slip   her   hand   in   fast   enough   when   one   of   them   slammed   on   the   door,   making   her   fingers   get   caught.            ‘   at   least   you're the better shot anyways.   ’  

[hoperevive]

@halofcrged sent, [GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

the apothecary was closed to the public while corbin was off taking care of something super secretive. since halston had no musical obligations for the next week until her next scheduled show, she was taking care of the counter for those few select clients who'd be let in regardless of whether the door was locked or not. that meant it was the perfect time to go through all the older books to see if she could find anything that would help with her idea on fae portals.

a tome written in the unseelie language was hidden in corbin's personal collection. since she'd been given permission to use whatever was in the store, the witch didn't think twice before pulling it off the shelf and setting it at the table generally used for tarot readings.

the book opened with an audible pop as something in the energy shifted. every finger tingled at the tip, crawling up her arm like an army of ants. rather than try to shake it off, though, halston tried to ride the wave of energy.

maybe she should've waited for kerrin. or, maybe she should've had corbin unlock the contents. darkness swallowed her whole and she was a five year old sitting in the middle of a ring of mushrooms again.

helloooOOooOoooo little one.....

a hiss that still haunted her nightmares was accompanied by a pair of yellow eyes in the fog. there'd bee a smile and the shine of sharp teeth beneath the moonlight. when it jumped, though, it was a hooded figure that pushed her back onto the hardwood floor of a bar she frequented. the voice was mumbled, deep, and had her heart racing. in the depths of her dream, though, she could hear the repetition of the words found in the last letter. those same yellow eyes peered out from beneath the black cotton hood, holding her down.

and halston screamed.

she jerked awake with enough force to make her stumble out of her chair. the book, candle holders, incense bowl, and several crystals all went flying when the witch accidentally grabbed onto the altar cloth to try and stop the fall she didn't even realize was happening.

if it weren't for large, warm hands engulfing both her cheeks, she probably would've started screaming.

" i'm okay, " halston whispers with a grip on both john's wrists that clearly said otherwise. her eyes flutter closed so she can try to calm her breathing. without thinking about it, her head tilts to the side as if trying to absorb more of his touch. " i'm okay. i don't know what happened. i wasn't expecting a magical lock on the stupid book, " the witch chuckle sounded as hollow as she felt just then. " but, that also tells me there could really be something in there. just need to figure out what that is. "

[hcrctic-rebranding]

"This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep."

— @halofcrged sent a meme lost in time | send memes

Wanda shook her head, looking at him. "But you look like you got your ass beat." She stood up from the couch she was sitting in and placed the book she was reading on the coffee table, making her way to the open concept kitchen that was in the middle of the housing floor everyone that stayed in the tower lived in. "Let me prepare you some coffee, maybe that will help you be more lively."