#inconspiiicuous

[slingerscng-archive]

Why does it hurt so bad?

FORGET GOODBYES | ACCEPTING

    He’s too panicked to argue, his glove already SOAKED before he tears it off in frustration; nearly pinning the younger to the ground—just to make it stop. ( You got in the way, you IDIOT, I would have taken it! I could have been— ) “Stop talkin’.” He growled through his teeth, deft hands making work while ignoring his own hole-riddled armour to make GOOD USE of the adrenaline. It didn’t help it was dark, he couldn’t see but he wouldn’t let anything stop him.    James didn’t deserve this, and fuck if it didn’t feel like McCree’s fault; he didn’t pull him back fast enough, he didn’t cover him in time. ( he was there, he could have protected you ) The grit was not for HIM, it wasn’t his fault; Jesse had lost enough—it was unfair to take the good things left. Hands worked in rattled succession, slick with blood before he tore himself apart trying to fix what he could. Tearing the SERAPE from his shoulders, he spat a curse; shredding pieces of fabric to bundle in knots for make shift dressings, and binding his waist. His teeth bit worries into the skin, eyes painted with shaken resolve—please don’t leave.     McCree grabs a hand, ignoring the blood that covered him in STROKES and gave a soft squeeze to his fingers; short breaths caught in his chest.      “I-I did my best...Just hang on for me.” 

[withhonor]

His actions are delicate, despite the focus look behind his eyes. It’s not often he’s use to teaching things that are second nature, like the simple practice of holding chopsticks properly. Yet he’d warned him before that they’d never been used, even as they made the decision to visit a sushi bar, hidden away on some back alley in the city where they roamed. A chance for peace and relaxation, to feel normal as he helped adjust them between the junker’s fingertips. “You hold them like so,” he began, his lips pursing as his gaze flickered to meet his partner’s, “Sushi should not be so difficult. The more you use them, the easier things will become. Now try.”   || @inconspiiicuous

[plcytowin]

                                          ( @inconspiiicuous​ // s.c. )

             ❛ --- are you even trying? ❜

[mcka]

      ❛  and your actions have inspired me !  ❜   ||  @inconspiiicuous [ sc ]

[translocationarchived]

@inconspiiicuous. / sc.

        she keeps her distance on approach, manicured hands on hips to convey a sense of detachment, to appear uncaring. she isn’t one to be intimidated, but she knew that he was a loose cannon -- not that she wasn’t, herself, but más vale prevenir que curar.    “  junkrat. jamison. junker. lots of j’s there, amigo. you’ve lived lots of lives, no? what if i told you we could help one another?  ”

[araiiignee-blog]

⧗●  @inconspiiicuous  liked

                    ❝    There    is    NO    NEED    to   draw    so    much    attention    to   yourself,    ❞       she    scoffed,      simply    unable    to     keep    her    opinion    to    herself    ANY    LONGER.      Really,      did    he    have   ANY   RESPECT    for   the   term    “covert”     ???      Really,     she    shouldn’t    have    expected    ANY    BETTER    from    a    criminal   of    his    standard.

[deluscr-blog]

@inconspiiicuous

          “While not many will notice...”     He had been quick to see, quick to notice, as eyes were trained to notice the ordinary, trained to notice the glimmer of anything valuable. A gift that came with the sin called greed.    “... it would be best not t’ gaze at your treasures out in th’ open.”

[climxtologist]

“Are you hurt?”

how honesty can really affect man ;  oh how she trembles at the thought of uttering the truth from behind parted lips .  it pained her more than the gashes to her skin ,  it ached more to her heart than the rapid fluttering of her heartbeat .  it caused her body to go in a flurry ,  a panic mode of proportions unsolvable by just forcing herself into a state of temporary cryostasis .  a quick FLASH into the memories she tries to repress .  she does ,  however ,  grit her teeth  &&  leans her forehead against the shape of his collarbone .  her hands remained pressed to her side ,  eyes flickering up towards him .

❛ i - i`m …  not okay . ❜    with wells forming in her eyes ,  her voice strains .   ( it was not a lie ,  but it extended far from the truth . )   ❛ it ..  hurts––  a lot ,  j - jamison . ❜    she wonders what got to her ,  but she`s more worried about the furrow on his brow and the likely panic settling against his lips .  she wonders what got her ,  what lodged past her skin  &&  tore through flesh and muscle .  she theorizes ,  maybe a bullet ??   maybe a projectile ??   she hopes for the best ,  but is prepared for the worst ;  fingertips already pressing the distress button on her com device .

*✲ﾟ* ❄   ––– three little words     (  @inconspiiicuous​​  )