#jonaslies

[shequake-blog]

❛  THAT WAS COULSON.  ❜     daisy had been expecting a call for weeks;  she had finally settled down,  felt utterly comfortable and relaxed in her and jonas’ home,  and she was happy.  of course that meant it would be time to shake things up again.     ❛             he wants us to come back to the base.  says it’s safe again.  well,  safer.  ❜     she taps the cellphone against the palm of her hand,  a nervous tick which makes it easier to stand the uncomfortable silence settling over their apartment.  gabriel is already asleep,  and the door to his bedroom is closed shut,  and for that she is grateful;  moving her gaze from his door to jonas is a feat,  mainly because she’s terrifed of what his reaction might be,  but also because of how she might react to seeing him.  this has become the norm for the two of them now,  this little life in their little apartment,  and daisy isn’t so sure she’s ready to give it up just yet.

she’s been dreading this since the moment she realised she loved him                  this isn’t just pulling the rug out from beneath her own feet,  but from beneath jonas’ as well.     ❛  he wants us back by next week.  they need our help,  apparently.  ❜

STARTER CALL.   open — mutuals only.     @jonaslies

[shequake-blog]

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞

THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS.   accepting — mutuals only.

A CONTENT SIGH SLIPS FROM HER MOUTH     as lips curve upwards in a gentle smile.  it’s all she can seem to do around him;  walk around with the grin of a teenager with a crush.  skye thinks it’s justified though            she thinks he’s someone worth smiling over.  GOD,  if the team had seen her like this they would have teased her to no end.

❛  i do?  ❜     the thought of being important to someone,  being someone’s home sends a warm feeling shooting through her body.  skye is grateful their room is dark,  because she would rather fling herself off a cliff than let jonas see how red her cheeks have gotten.  she’s not comfortable allowing these kinds of feelings to be on full display yet  ( the kind that make her seem weak )  but it’s easier to let down the guard with jonas than it ever has with anyone else.  words,  touches and affirmations of love that would usually make her retreat,  now pull her further in.  she doesn’t have one foot out the door this time.  silently,  she slips her hand into his, thumb caressing his skin.

❛              YOU FEEL LIKE HOME TO ME TOO.  ❜

[sorepulse]

his touch is gentle  —  cautious.  careful fingers coaxed against the other’s palm before he takes a sure grip   /   fingers laced.  he doesn’t draw attention to it.  keeps his gaze ahead of himself,  before glancing down.    “  this is nice.  ”

@jonaslies.     /     sent ☝ for a one-liner.

[marypoots]

‘  IF  THIS  IS  GONNA  WORK  OUT,   YOU  HAVE  TO  LET  ME  HOLD  YOUR  HAND.  ’     at the request of coulson,   they’ve taken gabe out for a walk in a nearby   park,   to work on looking like a   real   couple.     hand holding,   hugging,   kissing   ( though skye doubts they’re   anywhere   near   that   yet )   are all vital parts of of their cover.     if they’re going to pull this off,   jonas can’t flinch and   push   her away whenever she   reaches out   to him.

‘     ——————————     EVEN  GABRIEL  LETS  ME  HOLD  HIS  HAND.     you’re not gonna start teaching your son that girls have   fleas   already,   are you?  ’

@jonaslies          //         STARTER CALL !

[cupmade-blog]

                    ◦ ▋ ( @jonaslies l i k e d )

           ❝----yeah well whattaya want from me, mack? if your guys want better fights to bet on, start putting better guys in the ring! no----no i'm not-----fine! fine, alright. yeah i got it.❞ underground fighting was a dirty business at best, but at least it paid rent and put food on the table when he was hurting for fast cash. the bookies were the biggest pain, honestly. kenny snapped the disposable phone closed with a huff, pocketing it and turning in his place just in time to see shilo attempting to hassle some poor kid off the swing.

           ❝hey----no, no shilo! sorry---❞ he jogged over, apology half directed to the boy and half to his guardian as he hastily scooped up the little girl, swiping little orange ringlets out of her face. ❝she's a real bully.❞ that last part was directed her way with a stern tone, though she ultimately appeared unfazed. she pouted, making to poke at the black eye blooming over kenny's features; as if prodding a bruise would somehow get her out of an apology.

[dolorcsa-blog]

accessing file : // @jonaslies​ initiated contact.

packed is her horse , so sturdy , reliable.  any errands needed finishing have been done before the sun peaks at noon , the golden light of day still young , still hopeful.   and so has she been , the rancher’s daughter , wide eyed at the world , dark thorns still hidden beneath her skin.  wait !   a memory , no , a voice.  [ REMEMBER ]  and stuttering a reel of horror returns to her in fragments , the obtuse shadow of doubt.  her father is dead.  she will not return to the farm.  ❛  if you’d asked me just last week I would have taken you with pride , but that place is no longer my home , and I’m not going back.  ❜

easy to turn and deny , but base code lays a cage around her smile , pulls iron bars tight across her cheeks.  ❛  but I suppose it’d be only decent of me to show you another way.   if you have a stallion , of course.  ❜

[notstpd-a-blog]

@jonaslies

                    “what does that do?”

[kolhearted-archived]

( @jonaslies ) « full moon starter

                     THE MOON WAS indescribably important. To the tides and weather; to phases and cycles; to the magic that thrummed through his veins. Kol could feel it building even as an orange-tinged Hunter’s Moon began to climb into the sky. He could almost ignore the dull throb from the bruise along his cheek: a gift from one night previous and the fist of a wolf with an attitude as the moon drew closer. He reached for the crystal he had placed next to him on the curb, already holding a small bowl of water. While the Hunter’s Moon was a STRONG event, his own historical rotten luck with them prevented Kol’s ambition from wanting to do anything on a much larger-scale than what he had already planned. One spell; two ingredients; moderate payoff. “Oi,” he said to the pair of feet about to step on the crystal. “Be a mate, would you? Pass that over instead of stepping on it?”