#humanetic

[justshadesofgreyarchive]

♢   ♢   ♢  starter for @humanetic​

YOU DON’T WANT HIM TO SEE YOU --- not like this. it’s easier not to be percieved when you’re exhausted and sore, when every muscle in your body ( at least the ones you can still call your O W N ) is aching and the pain that ripped through you not so long ago is seeping downwards into your core. the tear of flesh over your shoulder should be nothing of note, but the angle is making it tough to get to and your patience is beginning to wear thin. a small part of your feels envious for a moment as your dark eyes scan him, narrowing for a moment, trying to reach for and bat away any pity that comes in your direction -- but he stands firm, simply watching - watching with a sort of hungry curiosity that ruminates within you for a moment  ( and makes you wish it wasn’t your poor needle work he was focusing on --- )

❝  ----- could you pass me the synthonol wipes ? ❞ your words stir through the quiet in the room with a request so pedestrian it makes your toes curl, letting out an irritated sigh as your fingers miss the needle again.  ❝ no matter how many times i have to do this it never gets any easier ❞

[desafia]

@humanetic​ sent:  “  you’re really making a big deal out of nothing.  ”

             “  nothing—  ”   echoed back,  incredulous and questioning.  the taste of hypocrisy on her tongue is not so foreign that it’s unfamiliar.  she has stood where he does now,  fits into those shoes quite well:  deflection.  denial.  diversion.   hands in sync with uttered words  “  not nothing.  ”   the moment he gets a scent of something amiss with her,  he’s like a damn bloodhound.  and yet he holds the unbalanced expectation of her to not act accordingly?   “  you don’t get to play pretend.  ”  oh,  she can dig too.  she loathes the hint of danger lingering about his soul,  the threat of something deeper he refuses to let her understand.  arm lifts and index finger touches lukas’s temple  “  i see.  ”   a shake of her head as she stares up at him with the same strength of will which has kept her soul tethered to this broken vessel.  fear and affection is a strange cocktail,  but it makes her unrelenting in her own search for truth of why his head is filled with thoughts of hurtful intent aimed upon him from foreign parties.  just the idea of any harm befalling him  (  body or soul  )  tears the remains of her heart to shreds.  

[brainwrangler-moved]

NUMBNESS    HAD    BECOME    A    COMFORT    ,    ,        however    as    you    could    find    her    under    plush    covers    -    -    allowing    skin    to    be    warmed    by    the    sun    as    she    allows    her    gaze    to    selfishly    soak    in    the    skin    of    a    man    who    had    once    threatened    her    life    (    well    )    now    gave    her    a    reason    to    LIVE    -    -        she    found    herself    itching    at    that    same    SKIN    as    she    found    the    numbness    returning    (    he    had    been    working    and    so    had    she        )        find    her    home    on    the    floor    of    her    living    room    ,    ,    bones    aching    as    she    waited    for    that    door    to    OPEN    ONCE    AGAIN    ,    ,    jolting    upwards    at    any    sound    of    footsteps    in    the    hallways    -    (    please    come    home    )    -    ❝    lukas    ?    ?    ❞    his    name    left    her    chest    as    the    front    door    creeks    -    -    look    how    quickly    snapping    bones    popped    back    into    place    as    she    scrambles    (    listen    to    books    fall    )    ,    ,    papers    slipping    and    her    cat    expelling    a    whine    as    coraline    moved    ,    ,    ❝    LUKAS    !    !        ❞    she    looked    rough    ,    ,    as    if    just    living    life    had    exhausted    her    -    but    HE    !    !    he    wore    it    worse    ,    ,    ❝    hey-    hey    are    you    okay    ❞    small    hand    reach    (    please    connect    -    please    be    real    )    

@humanetic​​

[pnshmnt]

@humanetic​     asked ;           “  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ”

a   chuckle   echoes   in   the   glass   he   tips   back   to   his   lips,   amber   liquid   drowning   the   remainder   of   his   laugh.    𝒊𝒕   𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕   𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕   𝒉𝒆   𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 .   he   reveled   in   the   fact   that   he   was   the   fuel   of   many   devout   nightmares.    he   was   rather   intrigued   by   the   gentleman   mirroring   that   sentiment   before   him.           ❛ your   nonchalance   is   impressive,   really.   not   every   day   you   shrug   your   shoulders   at   the   devil. ❜          it’s   said   with   a   smirk.   he   leans   forward,   piqued   interest   on   display.           ❛ how   monstrous   are   you   exactly? ❜

[klarsynt-arc]

             it’s unexplainable.  an itch in the back of his mind,  an ache just under his skin.  different than the intuition of which he is accustomed.  he just knows.   he feels something so wrong it’s like a conviction in his very bones which can’t be shaken.  he couldn’t have even conceived the notion of attempting to ignore it.  he let it guide him,  entrusted his senses  (  and his training  ),  the pull he feels towards the other man.  he knows how to find people.  it’s what he does.  and it’s led him here:  blood on his hands,  anger in his heart and soul that only feels at rest with him finally in his sights.  boots make a dull echo on cold concrete as he steps over a corpse.  “  lukas,  ”  firearm is returned to its holster before he reaches forward.  hand gently pats against the other man’s jaw,  trying to draw his focus  (  hoping he doesn’t lose consciousness before he even frees him of his bindings  ).   “   c’mon,  keep your damn eyes open.  i’m getting you the fuck out of here.  ”   / @humanetic​

[thcrnypain]

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             “What’re you looking at? He had it coming. He was in my way.”

[wdova]

@humanetic​ asked: ❝ …did you just hit me? ❞         sentence starters:  maybe interactive quotes

“.  .  .GLAD  THAT  YOU  NOTICED.“  she  points  out,  blank  stare,  but  there  is  an  edge  there,  a curve  of  her  lips  that  make  this  seem  like  part  of  a  game she  was  playing.  “you  need  to  loose  some  steam.  hit  me back.“  spar,  train,  whatever,  it’s  the  most  effective  way  to let  out  frustrations.  and  they  got  plenty  of  those  to  walk around.

[savagecuhnt]

 @humanetic​

  Go! go! GO!  the witch sprints through the crowd as fast as she can. The sound of yelling can still be heard yards behind as a group of men call after her, demanding anyone to stop her. Inked digits are curled tightly around the straps of a tattered backpack as she continues her escape, not once caring to look back. “Fuckin’ move!” she warns as she pushes through the crowd. She makes a tight turn around the corner of a building, hoping she would finally be in the clear. You’re good! They’ll never catch you! until she suddenly clashes with another. 

  She falls to the ground, losing contact with the backpack. “Fuck me-” she groans, rolling to her side and reaching for the bag. “Fuck, sorry!” ice blue hues look up to the other before she can hear the approaching sound of the men coming from around the corner. She quickly scrambles to move to the corner of the building, standing back against the wall as inked digits grip and pull the other in front of her. she shoves the backpack between them, arms draped over the other’s shoulders. “I’ll pay you, just go along with this. Please.” she buries her face into their shoulder, swaying back in forth as if they were just some couple enjoying themselves in the city. “$100. don’t. make. this. weird.” she whispers.