#heavenprotect

[barrysbaby]

aims a rubber band at moira's back and lets it fly.

“Tell me you have a death wish without telling me you have a death wish.”

[stcries]

wendy wasn't scheduled to work at the shack today, so what better way to spend it then out in the fall's woodlands. the fresh scent of wood and pine, trees stretching as far as the eye could see, it was like a second home to her. thankfully, she'd accepted a small job that involved trimming some unruly trees that were encroaching on someone's property. psh, piece of cake! she'd be done before midday.

with trusty axe in hand, she pulls back to make another cut into the tree's bark, but the tool accidentally slips from her hands, sent flying into the darkness of the surrounding woodlands. oh shoot, oh crud! quicker than one could say corduroy, she dismounts and quickly goes chasing after it, eyes only widening once she catches glimpse of her runaway axe, as well as an unsuspecting person extremely close by. "oh holy crap, are you okay? i didn't hit you, did i?"

↳  starter call. @heavenprotect

[deciphver]

a paper airplane flies through the air during the arts and craft session and promptly crashes into his hat, knocking it off.

He already hates these sessions, especially since he just has to sit and watch after his stunt with the scrapbook. Bill's eye twitches as he hangs back with nothing but macaroni art, all he has access to in the moment. The second he feels his hat hit, his body turns an angry crimson. "HEY, WATCH IT, PAL!" The triangle shrieks, grabbing the hat from the floor and dusting it off. There's a long pause as he stares to the empty place the last speck of his home dimension used to be, grip tightening on the fabric before placing it back to the top of his body and letting it float there back where it belongs.

[rescuefield-arch]

come here. i’m gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. maybe we could cry, and hug, and maybe even slow dance.

tired gaze sets on the redhead for a moment, something unreadable on her expression. exhausted doesn't even begin to cover the amount of feelings placed like heavy burdens on her heart - these past months being a whirlwind of shitty luck and curveballs being thrown in her direction, even this little moment of comfort and quiet doesn't feel as real as claire would like to. "i don't really think we have all that time," she counters about the last time, less dirty part of back of her hand wiping over the running makeup pooled underneath her eyes.

maybe if we manage to go back home she wants to say - it comes out in the form of a broken sob when steve's head rests on her shoulder, arm pulling her close into an half embrace. "i'm sorry," for what? she's not really sure, but there's nobody else to listen her incoherent talking, and it's starting to be so so cold. the beeping sound coming from the pilot station makes claire lift up, expanse of ice already slightly visible ahead. "ugh, wish i had packed a jacket."

[marymycete]

❝ there’s quite a lot about me you don’t know. ❞

arcane starters

✦ — Brow raises in slight question, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips — she regards him with a small amount of hesitancy, carefully maintained distance and on - guard despite her feigned nonchalance. Not scared. Cautious. As she has always been taught to be.

"What, is that supposed to make you sound cool and mysterious?"

Tone is teasing ; she means it to be lighthearted, her head tilting along with her words, chin tilted in just a way that the brim of her hat isn't hiding her eyes as it would normally. She believes him, to an extent, though there's little that would actually surprise her. If anyone would understand that appearances can be deceiving, it's Rosemary Winters.

( briefly, she wonders just how much he knows about her ).

"You gonna tell me, or just leave me hanging?"

[valour-bound]

The redhead walks into the room, carrying a stepping stool and places said stool in front of the captain before climbing up so now that he's face to face. Arms crossed, steve looks at the brunette before leaning just a tiny bit forward. "when did you last eat?"

` ( ⌖ ) 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲   — 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝,  𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚.

( … ) Good or bad,  usually it spelled headache for the elder soldier.  He makes a face despite his best efforts to keep himself otherwise composed,  collected   — all displayed through the twitch of his brow,  the pointed thinning of his eyes,  the way his lips press together tightly,  tugging in a downturned tilt as he holds contact with the confident man.

He inhales sharply through his nose,  watching in saint patient silence as @heavenprotect goes through the painstaking effort of dragging a nearby stool over,  only stopping once it’s right where he wants it   — set up right in front of the looming specialist.  Wasting little more time,  he boldly moves to stand on top of it,  now face to face in an almost laughably,  humourous picture,  his own gaze narrowed in thinly filtered judgement from behind his glasses as he meets Chris head on in an unwavering stare.

Impressive,  normally he’d offer a snort of amusement   &&. the comment itself upfront.  But he holds his tongue,  simply tilting his head with a questioning arch of his brow for more of an answer,  a silent approval to carry on as his frown lifts very slightly.

What he gets?  It almost draws a snort from him.  Almost.  Chris manages to hold it back,  only the faltering twitch of his features as he huffs.

He’d have laughed instead of answering if he wasn’t aware how the other’s report right back to Claire or take matters into his own hands in trying to shove food Chris’ way.  While he normally admired the steadfast determination,  the stubborn defiance to keep at a decision until something gave way   — it’s in moments like this where he finds himself cursing lowly,  wondering if this was his karma,  some form of payback for all the trouble he’d caused,  all the hell raised during his younger years.

` ❝ Awhile ago, down at the Caf. ❞

A boldfaced lie.  He can’t remember if he even ate dinner the night prior.  He’s had coffee though,  surely that counted.  In his defense,  he’d really wanted to look over the recent evidence found from one of his teams latest missions.  Nothing stood out to him just yet…  but the files themselves bore an importance he needed to keep at until he uncovered everything there was to learn within.

Chin angling skywards a bit,  his stare is laced in some warning,  an almost amused challenge present as he crosses his arms,  peering straight Steve’s way.

` ＊ UNPROMPTED.

[valour-bound]

` “….Better question — are you a narc?”

[praynot]

｡° ⸻ @heavenprotect.

       ❝ Is the B.S.A.A. always this... ❞   Disorganized?  Chaotic?  Reckless? Lee felt each of those words might have been too overtly blunt   ( not rude, in her opinion, because the truth wasn't rude, was it? ),   and so wanted to try something... gentler to say. A moment and she feels she's found something suitable.   ❝ ...Unprepared? ❞

Not that she expected -   not a kid, but not quite a man, was he?   - Steve to have too precise an answer for her. It was more idle conversation started while she watched their superiors get their bearings together for this next mission.