#justsurvival

[brokenmagxc]

@justsurvival called: ‘ what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ? ] yuki nakano ] ’ ( accepting. )

BLOOD RUNS THICK WHERE KNIFE KISSES WOUND, pressed tight into a neck that quivered with each breath. a trembling gasp leaves mouth dry, drawing deeper still the anticipation of life-ending action. arthur pulls his lips thin, brown eyes narrowing where he looked up at his assailant. such words widen the hues, their clay color threatened by specks of gold that emerge underneath in a display of wary power. the agent did not expect a question in turn — is the other stalling ?? or, perhaps, genuinely curious for his answer.

“ well — it would leave a MESS, for one. ” he tries to jest, but the nervousness does not leave shaking fingers as they tightened their hold around the other's jacket, clutching the hitman as if to resist the urge to violently push off. golden hues glisten, brighter still in yellowing color until the mud all but dies from his face. like sirens flashing through hazy glass. “ AND, there is a much worse fate here to face if we are not careful. after all, i could set you AFLAME with but a glance, if i was so inclined to do so. but, i fear, that would not end well for the both of us.”

[sarastuss]

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR TIME, : OR PRECISELY WHERE YOU SHOULD BE? a question that had taunted for months now. memories haunt, &. she now bears the burden of remembering. but she will not let them go, not when she has them returned now ; she will carry them through the ache. ... BUT IT DOESN'T EASE THE ECHOING QUESTION, the dilemmas birthed by them. of the sense of loss of self.

GOLDEN SOUL, : STRETCHED SO LONG NOW, something so eternal &. resilient bound to be sensed. but, the champion herself has yet to utter the truth to even her closest comrades, ( even when there was no hiding something had changed the hero of the hour ) ... so how was it that she, @justsurvival + bianca , uttered the words so seamlessly? an ability? a device she carried? what revealed the truth to her? PERHAPS, A GAME OF TAKES ONE TO RECOGNIZE THE OTHER. ... the wind blows, the rocky path empty of others. it takes her a moment, another ; lips parted even words were not spilled. ❝ how did you know? ❞ for it is not a face she recalls from the past lost, from the days when the star was whole, when instead of warrior of light, there was azem.

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[intothewildsea]

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain — caleb :]

The storm had come out of nowhere while they had been walking home. The sky opened up and the next thing Niamh knew, both she and Caleb were soaked to the bone, wind whipping their clothes and hair. It was such an absurd situation to be in that she couldn't help but laugh.

She hadn't noticed Caleb stepping closer until his hands had cupped her face. He tugged her in and kissed her. Niamh curled her fingers into his coat to keep him from pulling away.

When the kiss broke, she brushed her nose against his, causing him to smile.

[brokenmagxc]

@justsurvival / starter call.

HE IS TIRED OF THE CONSTANT MOTION, the way that their skin pushes and pulls against each other, and they remain STUCK, stagnant like mosquitos over a stilled pond. they have been BUZZING for weeks now, as if lost in a swarm. the constant hum of their voices mingled in the background noise ; the feeling of eyes that never quite went away. he expected more movement already, more FORWARD ACTION that remained forthcoming to inevitable demise. was this phantom not a cold-blooded killer ?? surely that bloodlust is not misplaced and they are ever searching in their hunt for FLESH and pain. after all, were they not supposed to be a barter for blood and money, trading red for gold ??

arthur stops himself when he is at the top of the steps, his dark brown gaze cascading over each slab of concrete to fall upon dark hair and dark eyes and unassuming features. the hitman appears as clear as day before him at the very bottom floor. although it is often hard to see a star in a night sky so full of them, arthur appears eager to pick the other out from the lineup of burning rubble. gaseous - the slip and slide of torment, each movement luring the other into initiative. how could the agent resist for much longer ?? he was starting to worry that he had already failed his own goal: had the hitman done his job, and the agent just somehow missed the cue ?? bodies hiding in the frozen abyss, meteors that burn and wither, though roam unnoticed until they make IMPACT.

a shake of the head gives way to his unease. he moves to unbutton his blazer, mostly because his gun was tucked behind the flaps and he knew, judging by the way the other man prowled close ( one step at a time ) that this was no friendly truce ; an agreeance that they were getting nowhere. no - this was PURPOSEFUL. and thus, his unease grows.

“ you could take a picture, if all you wanted to do was STARE. but, considering how long you've been ghosting around me, i assume you already have plenty. ” he shifts his weight to one side and carefully takes a small step back. this was not necessarily the direction of momentum he was expecting. “ you always look so suspicious, or is that just your face ?? ”

[swnsn]

@justsurvival kestrel “ i can see right through you. ”

IT WOULD STARTLE HIM, USUALLY, TO BE INTERRUPTED IN HIS PREPARATION FOR A JOB. that is because usually, there's nobody around when he does: aaron works alone ; it is why he is so good at this. discretion is key, being fast is key, knowing exactly what you are looking for, being well prepared and not getting sidetracked is absolutely key. a team, regardless of how big or small, limits his chances of success significantly. working for someone he can do, working with someone on the other hand ...

" so you can. " it's more mumbled than anything, gaze remaining on the plans splayed out all over the table. maps, marked and scribbled over to point out weaknesses, fast exit routes and most importantly, spots to hide. " people seeing through me is actually precisely why i get hired a lot. wouldn't be much of a thief otherwise. " it is not what they meant, of course, but aaron has always been one to enjoy twisting words here and there. when he does meet their gaze, it's with mild amusement. " should i consider myself lucky that you are observant? less mistakes, no? " not like last time. LAST TIME they were all younger, all less experienced - but also perhaps more likely to trust someone they didn't know very well. their profession naturally comes with a level of distrust that only grows bigger the longer you stay in it. you do not survive by being kind ; you survive by being clever. " is what you think you know helpful for this at all? because if you are here to tell me not to fuck up, you can save your breath. i don't intend to ruin this for anyone. i don't hold grudges... "

[wellfell]

they didn't even have this many relatives to begin with . half of the people who came to their way too humble house to give akina their useless condolences , were either curious about the case or simply wanted to show face and brag about helping out the lonely girl out of her misery after her little sister died . akina preferred their money over their stupid sympathy but she goes through half of the day with soft blinks of her eyes - nods , tries her best to smile when they rub her shoulder . the casket is closed , nobody sees anita's face and naturally , they talk behind her back when they leave the house . akina doesn't have the patience nor strength to answer them so she simply stares at them . all of this to say , she has no idea who the man was in the corner . thankfully silent , just looking around and trying to approach her somehow to pay his condolences too . akina lets him suffer for a few minutes before eventually making her way toward him . a slight smile tugs on her lips , darker shades of red and black paints under her eyes . near the tiny balcony that looks over the neighborhood , not a big one but if you listen closely you'll always hear police sirens around . when he does turn around , she gently bows a little , hands clasped in front of herself . forced show of politeness that akina was doing simply out of habit . practiced it through the years since her childhood like the rest of her country's children . ‘ sorry , i didn't see you . you seem familiar . ‘ she stands beside him . inside her house , an old woman had taken over the job of taking care of and greeting the guests ; akina doesn't know who it is . ‘ are you one of anita's friends ? she had a lot . ‘

* plotted starter. @justsurvival

[sturmboe]

"I advise you to be incredibly careful with what you think to spill next." Jaw tightened at the attitude he had been met with. Yoshitaka didn't lose his cool, hasn't since his turbulent youth which the other seemed to know all too much about at this point. I'm not the only one with secrets to keep. That had been a threat, a very clear one. Something that someone in his line of work representing the worst kind of people on this earth had to deal with a lot - yet never this specific. Never hinting at something so significant. His former family would never use his past to threaten him, Yoshitaka was much too valuable in his position as legal representative to ever risk exposing his past. @justsurvival

[intothewildsea]

🍓 :3

Your writing is beautiful and I love our little verse we've created with Niamh and Caleb! I love our babs. I love talking to you ooc and chatting, you're such a sweet person!