#hartsiick

[savedpeople]

.....Your boots are cool

Compliment my muse | Accepting | @hartsiick

“Wow Aaron, I just… I really felt that.” Sarcasm is thick as he touches a hand to his chest for emphasis. “How deeply that shit came from the heart. I’m so touched I might just shed a tear.” But try as he might, a smile fights and wins, takes over with a chuckle as the act breaks.

“I finally get a damn compliment from someone around here and it’s about my fucking footwear. Not, ‘good work today Negan,’ or, ‘wow Negan, lookin’ extra hot today!’ Naw, boots. Guess I gotta take what I can get, but shit.” He props one foot up on its heel as if to show it off. “They are pretty damn spiffy lookin’, aren’t they?”

[takenpeace]

@hartsiick​  || starter call 

        with the group ahead of them  ,  they already know what their mission is at one of the other locations that has been scouted out  .  paul gazes to aaron from his horse and pulls the reigns to the left to veer off down the side road  . one glance behind him to ensure that aaron is following him and all he does is dig in a little with his heel to make the horse gallop a little faster  . ❝  we’ve got maybe an hour before we need to meet back up   .  let’s go see if we can find what we’re looking for  .  ❞  

the building they are headed for is smaller and with the pair they already make a good team  .  they can be in and out in no time  .  once he finds himself on the steps he dismounts and grabs the reigns  to pull the horse up the rest of the way  to tie it off  .  ideally it’ll be safe enough inside that they can bring them in but they need to clear it first  . ❝  keep your eyes open  .  we don’t know what we’ll find in there  .  ❞

[watchkept]

@hartsiick​​  ||  the 100 sentences  ❛ Let me help you. ❜

           ❝ an’ how do you intend on helpin’ me  ??  you see the way they all look at me  .  i ain’t any better than the asshole that is locked downstairs  . ❞ one he knows a little too well and happened to see joel one day and decided to spout off at the mouth about him  .  now they all wonder if they have some killer in their midst when all he was trying to do is forget he was ever considered a savior  . holy hell ,  he never believed in what they did , but he was messed up from losing his kid  . grief does terrible things to a person , not that its any excuse really but now he wonders if he should have ever come here at all  .  ❝  give ‘em the chance and they’d stick me down there with him  .  ❞

[peacefulapostlearchive]

How do turtles communicate with each other? With shell phones.

you know i love your puns the most  

[withinpeace]

@hartsiick​  || sexual tension  [pin arms] - Your muse pins mine’s arms to restrain them for whatever reason. Tension ensues.

        they’ve met here before  .  too many times to count behind the backs of michonne and maggie  .  their intentions are for the greater good though in the grand scheme of things  . after aaron lost his arm , paul was the only skilled enough to teach him how to keep SURVIVING , how to defend himself when he’d lived in this world so long with the use of both arms  . martial arts is about FOCUS and using everything you have at your disposal  . not just your hands  . 

he’s been getting good  ,  he hasn’t picked it up as quickly as paul might have but he enjoys these trips into the middle of the woods  .  get away from reality for a little bit and do what truly makes him happy  .  he gets to train and hone those skills that he spent years perfecting and its for a good cause  !!  this way the recruiter can be ready for whatever comes his way  , not that he was ever helpless but at least it’ll give him more ammo to work with should danger ever cross his path  .  

aaron comes at him full force , but jesus ducks and grips both legs knocking his opponent off his feet  .  the action is quickly counteracted by aaron gripping onto the front of paul’s shirt and they BOTH go tumbling to the ground and down the small hill  . they both land on their backs , quick recovery by aaron when he springs upward and over on top of paul  .  he knows that it would have only been second for the martial artist to regain composure and be back on his feet  .  the dangers of this world won’t cut them any slack one handed or not  . 

reacting faster than the opponent is crucial to survival  . both men breathe heavily but even with aaron straddling him , pinning his arms to the ground , he doesn’t do anything  . for being one handed ,  aaron has gotten good into placing his weight into his prosthetic  .  chests heave and eye contact between the two never breaks as all fun they’ve been having fades into something a little darker ,  more intense than perhaps they’ve experienced before  , especially with each other  . 

paul can feel that heartbeat rapidly pounding away in aaron’s chest and he wonders if the same is known about him  . his skin erupts into goosebumps from the electric charges radiating from the fingers on his skin  , . . have his eyes always been that blue  ??  warm breath puffs off his face for a few long moments which can be excused for them taking time out to catch their breath but by now paul should have used this to his advantage to teach a lesson about stopping when the odds are in his favor  .  

aaron shifts and it knocks paul from the sudden trance he’s found himself in by the recruiter .  right leg moves quickly to bend to dig his foot into aaron’s middle and flip him over paul’s head to his back  .  it forces a laugh to erupt once more as he tries to compose himself over the tension that just forced itself between them  . not that it was unwelcome but the INTENSITY had him with his breath caught in his throat  .  ❝ Rule number two , reaction time is everything  .  i practically gave you that one  .   ❞

[buildhope]

"ANYTHING I CAN DO?”

      ⇢ @hartsiick​​

he shakes his head,  eyes looking down as adam rests peacefully for the first time in what feels like days.  alden hasn’t slept either,  refusing to take his focus away from adam for even a moment.  there’s too much at stake  ----  it’s not just adam’s future he’s worried about anymore,  it’s more than that.  it’s savoring the sutton legacy,  making earl and tammy rose proud by doing exactly what they knew he was capable of.  it’s about a family that took him in when he didn’t think he’d ever have the chance at one again  ----  it’s about a man who was a better father than the one he grew up with,  one who helped him grow as a person every day since they met.  being without them both now is something he has yet to process,  too focused on the next mission:  taking care of this child that is now his own,  a stranger turned brother turned son.  

❝  nothin’  .  .  .   nothin’ you can do,  ❞   he mumbles,  taking a deep breath and looking back up to aaron.  he can’t bring earl back,  neither can alden.  and now it’s all just a reminder that he doesn’t really have control over anything.  he didn’t have control over it when his brother died,  not when kenneth died,  not when enid died,  not when tammy rose died,  not when mary died,  and now his father.  the thought of losing adam too makes his stomach twist into knots,  both for the sake of adam and the sake of the sutton pride.  ❝  nothin’ i can do except look forward. ❞   and he’s always been good at that,  focusing on the hope that the future brings.  but right now,  there’s not a lot of that,  not when the home he worked so hard to build for himself is no longer there.  

 ❝  wish i coulda done something for her,  y’know,  ❞  he speaks quietly,  thinking about mary.  maybe that grief is easier to focus on than his grief over earl.  or maybe it’s all just bleeding together,  and he can’t really process any of it.  ❝  got to know her a little too late.  but----  m’glad.  m’glad you brought her to us.  ❞  he wants aaron to understand that he still respects him and her,  despite being hesitant to trust her.  and he doesn’t regret that,  either  ----  it’s what was right for adam at the time;  it’s what was right for he and earl as adam’s caretakers,  he’s just glad he got the chance to get to know her,  even if only for a bit.  ❝  made sure she didn’t have to join her horde,  y’know.  s’not what she wanted.   wouldn’t let ‘em do that to her.  ❞  so maybe he could have killed beta,  but it wasn’t what was most important.  what mattered in that moment was doing right by mary.  he hopes aaron knows that, too.  

[sicarea]

☣.•°* 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐈𝐂𝐊┆ “  liked

❛   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓? 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?   ❜    ——-   she inquires with a full mouth  jaw moving in slow motions as she points at his expression with the fork she’s holding with her hand    ❛    i’m not getting into details okay?  nothing happened,  we just ... talked   ❜     eyes detach from Aaron’s for a brief moment,  a loud gulp follows;   she’s acting strange,   secretive,  like a 5 years old trying to hide her candy     ❛     we just talked about how miserable our lives are and trust me you don’t want to hear about it    ❜  

[eric-raleigh]

🤗 - draws my muse in for a hug

They were standing behind the couch, just a few short feet from where they’d been earlier that day when Eric had begged Aaron not to go.  Now, there were fresh bruises and the cut on his face had reopened, dried blood on his cheek that hadn’t been mopped away.  Aaron was speaking, no doubt apologizing, but Eric couldn’t hear the words over his own internal monologue. 

He was angry. Angry with the people who had done this. Angry with Rick for allowing Aaron to go on this damned mission. And, yes, angry as hell with Aaron. Aaron...his beautiful, brave, stupid Aaron that wanted nothing more than to help others and do the right thing.  But if there was one person Eric was most angry with, it was himself. They were supposed to protect each other, and ever since he’d broken his ankle, Eric had been failing in that duty. He hadn’t been there when Aaron and Daryl had been trapped in that car, he hadn’t been there to stop the Saviors from beating the shit out of Aaron, and he hadn’t been there today to stop...whatever had happened from happening. 

“Eric--”

Before Aaron could say anything else, Eric moved forward, his arms encircling his partner and drawing him close. Though he was mindful of the bruises and tenderness from Aaron’s injuries, Eric couldn’t help but hold him tightly. His nose pressed into Aaron’s shoulder, inhaling a mixture of sweat, dirt, and something purely Aaron. 

“Stop apologizing,” he breathed softly. “You’re still alive. That’s what matters right now.” Closing his eyes, Eric absorbed this moment, ignoring the voice at the back of his mind that wondered how many more moments they would have like this. “However… don’t for a second think that I’m letting you go out there alone anymore. You go, I go. No arguments.”