#hcilstrahl

[honorstripped-blog]

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that.

healing arrow aesthetic for @hcilstrahl

[oncelegend]

      “You wanted to talk?” Jack is stressed. Beyond stressed at this point. His hair is graying and the bags under his eyes are deep and dark, and though he’s overwhelmed with work, he managed to make some time for Angela to come talk to him, since she tried to do it earlier but he was far too grouchy to deal with it. He gets one more signature out of the way before setting his pen down, leaning back in his old chair a bit, blue eyes focusing on her and only her for what feels like the first time in months. There’s an anxious knot in his stomach, because he looks that look on her face. Whatever she has to say, he knows it’s not going to be good.

     “Sit down, if you want.”

[kitaryu]

[ @hcilstrahl ]

     HARMONY.     ❝ angela ! it is good to see you. have you been taking care of yourself ? sleeping , &&. eating ? ❞

[stormbowed-a]

      he’s tossing back wedges of cheese between his long sips as he lounged back on the couch. he’s passing the plate across to the woman beside him as he scrolls on his phone, the pictures of dogs and puppies pulling at his heartstrings. it’s probably really only coming out because they’d probably drunk a little too much. “ you know what ? we should get a dog. ” @hcilstrahl 

[cervclle]

hcilstrahl a réagi à votre billet : REMEMBER THE BUG FROM LAST NIGHT? I LOST TRACK OF...

SCREAMS

I’m setting my entire leg on fire. I have no other options.

[makejidamashii]

hcilstrahl replied to your post: Actually i really want shippy things weeps y'all...

eye emoji

touches

[honorstripped-blog]

@hcilstrahl sc

though his strength was well-known, no one yet trusted him to leave the base. both winston and the soldier did not yet trust him, and He could not blame them. contrary to what He had been told, He was but a clone; an artificial creation meant to satisfied the council’s need for a prince. 

he needed daily monitoring, weekly checkups to assure he was still stable, both physically and mentally. it wasn’t much, but it gave him something to do. it also meant he would have at least daily company, in the form of the watchpoint’s head doctor and cmo.

when she entered her office, He was already sitting on the medical berth. his hands rested in his lap, fingers curled loosely. dark eyes turned to her, brightened. to many, she may have appeared disheveled; bits of blonde curls out of place, slight bags under her eyes. but to him, she looked absolutely gorgeous.

“your hair...” He couldn’t stop the words from escaping, and immediately backpedaled, as though finally realizing just how his words may have come across. the clone quickly added, “the way it frames your face, you look-- you look like you have a halo.”

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

hcilstrahl replied to your post: puts her face on his chest and paws at

“don’t be mean. nnn.”

“oh, well i’m not tryin’ to be. what’s the matter, sugar?”