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[killedbyvoldemort]

starter call ! / @inchoatc

              ❝      YOU  KNOW  RATS  ARE  RENOWNED  for  deserting  a  sinking  ship  before  it  becomes  their  demise;  it makes  me  wonder  what  that  makes  you.    ❞

[killedbyvoldemort]

five times kissed - finn ( but not in a sexual way bc they're bros )

five times kissed ACCEPTING / @inchoatc & @therussicnway

001.  did  he  know  he  talks  in  his  sleep  ?  when  his  subconscious   &   conscious  are  vulnerable  in  rest  ?   he  mumbles  a  name      (    constantly    &   consistently   )    like   it’s  the  only  driving  force  willing  him  to  move  in  a  war  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  escape,  or  so  a  soldier  always  says.   dorcas  assumes  poe’s  unknown,  possibly  hostile  location  is  the  cause  of  anguish  nights    &   it  serves  her  well  for  finn  to  go  on  a  rescue  hunt  rather  than  be  her  begrudging  partner.  vermillion  silk  covered  her  scars,  wrapped  around  hammered  sharpened  flesh  as  siphonic  hips  accentuated  with  every  determined  stride.  hand  deceived  passion  as  fingers  cupped  his  crown,  lips  pressed  HARD  against  his  own  as  tongue  transferred  the  paper  leaving  a  trail  of      b i t t e r n e s s    in  her  mouth  disclosing  the  last  known  location  of  the  man  that  is  taking  space  in  his  skull.   in  a  land  bar  of  enemies,  words  were  not  an  option. 002.  she’s  cold.  she’s  rigid.  a  fire  blazing  in  words   &   on  skin  level  but  cold  in  the  depths  of  her  heart.   there  is   B L O O D   in  her  mouth  ;   the  molten  liquid   f l o w i n g  salaciously   down  the  contours  of  her  jaw.   chaos  reigned.  carnage  bowed  at  her  feet  in  lifeless  feat.  in  her  stillness,  she  haunted  the  make-shift,  impromptu  battlefield  with  malice  intent.  he  ran  her  way,  unscathed  by  the  terror  dictated  by  her  hands,  his  lips  pressed  hard  to  her  forehead    &   he  called  her  virago.  before  his  grip  shifted  to  her  arm  to    d r a g   her  away  from  the  ash  ridden  plain,  another  scuffle  elsewhere. 003.  they  say  she  can   O N L Y  taste  blood  because  she  hasn’t  kissed  anyone  in  awhile.  blanketed  in  the  dark,  her  lips    impassionately    brushed  against  his,  he  tasted  of  blood  too. 004.  her body is a cathedral where death preys.  widows  &  ghosts  live  in  her  dark,   arched  marrow  mourning  the  corpses  that  her  hands  create.  kill  her  !  they  scream  with  all  their  might,  the  cacophony  pleas  trapped  between  the  columns  of  bones.  kill her  !   they  beg,  as  knees  rub  raw  in  the  ruins  of  where  her  humanity  should  be.  fingers  interlocked,  harden  with  callouses   &   sticky  with  blood,  one  palm  laid  upon  the  other,  pushing,   p u s h i n g ,   P U S H I N G   upon  chest  with  rhythmic  vigor    &   she  could  hear  the   CRACKING    of  rib  cartilage    &   the    breaking   of  sternum  beneath  her  touch.  kill  her  !   the  screams  deafening  in  the  pyre.  hand  to  chin,  other  hand  to forehead  as  lips  cover  his  own.  one  breath    (    chest  rising    ),    another  breath    (   chest  rising   ),   hands  meticulously  tending  to  compressions.   as  his  eyes  bolted  open,  coughing  take  over,  like  a  dark  angel,  she  vanishes  in  the  silence  that  death  can  bring  the  dead  back  alive   at  her  will.  

[killedbyvoldemort]

          ❛        FIGHTING IS EASY,    fighting is what i do.     ❜

starter call.  /   @inchoatc

[myricds-archive]

@inchoatc // cont.

       COMPLICATED ::       such a ill-fitted word to handle the enormity of this situation.    luke skywalker DEAD, the resistance reduced to   s c a t t e r e d      few, and no allies to be heard from throughout the galaxy.      already the first order mounts another attack, their numbers rising as more children are stolen,            more young men and women matriculated into the endless tide of   WHITE & BLACK   and numbered designations.         afaceless crowd of weapons marching onward onward ONWARD            (      weapons, not people, for ‘troopers have never been living, breathing creatures              just pawns to sacrifice in the endless struggle for POWER             ).      complicated.       yeah. he supposes that’s just as poor a word to describe this situation as any other.

       ❛       our definitions of ‘ a little ’  seem to be substantially different.      ❜       said with the same BLUNT honesty he is known for,        the response genuine and    u n f i l t e r  e d.            he does not know the game of tact,     the art of coating his words in HONEY to sooth the   BURN.

          rey had never been a master   wordsmith,   so perhaps this particular choice of words had been inapt for their current situation.   but if she were to sit still and think on it too long,   the   hopelessness   of it all would come  CRASHING  down upon her,   and she can’t   risk   going to   pieces   right now.   leia   ---   even after losing the only family she has   left   (   her son seems to be ill-equipped to belong in such a category,  and she can’t imagine grouping him with the likes of luke,  all things considered  )   still looks at rey as though she’s the   answer  to this dangerous question plaguing the universe,   and she can’t let all of that rest on her shoulders right now.   she needs a moment to   breathe. 

           there’s a quiet sound  ---  a mix between chuckle and  scoff   ---   that hovers within her chest,   as if not quite confident enough to make its presence completely known,   and rey shakes her head at his reply.      ❛   fair enough, it’s gotten exponentially more complicated ------better ?   ❜ 

[killedbyvoldemort]

It's just six words - inchoatc

            SOLDIERS INTIMATE WITH VIOLENCE;   perpetually intertwined.

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