#kingoftheslabs

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@kingoftheslabs (x)

“Don’t give me that,” he said coyly. Given her size, she might as well have been wearing the bed sheets. Not that he didn’t mind feeling a small sense of pride whenever she steals something of his.

A finger tapped against the rim of her cup, gently pushing it aside to steal a quick kiss. “I just hope you left me something to wear.” Brick chuckled, backing away from Pierce while tugging along the bottom of his shirt. “Guys and I worked up a sweat clearing out Old Haven.” Finally pulling his head out the collar, making his way to the bathrooms.

Her careful composure cracked as he approached, an impish grin lighting her face as she rested the cup on her thigh and leaned in to meet him for a quick kiss. 

“Well...” she mused, mischief in her eye as she watched him retreat. “I can’t make any promises.” She shrugged, sipping her tea, though her gaze lingered fondly on Brick as he began working out of his shirt. Another playful taunt rose to her lips, but fled as quickly as it came at his mention of Old Haven.

“Did you?” Curiosity piqued, she got to her feet, following him to the bath and lingering at the entrance with her shoulder to the frame. “How is it out there? Any chance Atlas left us anything salvageable?”

[skagpearlring-blog]

❝ earlier you said people might kill us. I’ll kill them if they try. ❞ - kingoftheslabs

She’s never set much stock in machismo. It’s a tedious arrogance that begets more bloodshed, more violence, more paperwork on her desk and more families to ECHO with the grim news of another life snuffed out too early. 

Yet the berserker’s words seem to soften the exhaustion in Helena’s eyes, and in spite of herself the ghost of a smile quirks the corner of her mouth as she looks up from the map of New Haven to meet Brick’s eye.

She’s never set much stock in machismo, but what she sees in his face is not a mindless declaration of might, but the solemn sincerity of a man unequivocally on her side. For all that she knows that his fists are no match for an orbital barrage if Hyperion ever decides to turn its wrath on New Haven, she can’t help but feel safer in his presence.

“I know you will.” She reaches up to rest a hand on his bicep, a lingering touch she hopes conveys the gratitude she cannot find the words to express. “With luck it won’t come to that. I’d rather keep you here a little longer, if it’s all the same to you.”

[skagpearlring-blog]

“Are you wearing my shirt?” - kingoftheslabs

She paused at the sound of the berserker’s voice, her cup of tea raised halfway to her lips as she caught sight of him. She glanced down at the shirt in question - swamping her, even tied as it was at the waist - and hid her smile with a sip of tea.

But there was no disguising the smugness in her voice, even as she adopted the most unassuming expression she could muster.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

[skagpearlarchive]

❛ i was so scared… i– i thought you left me… ❜ - kingoftheslabs

“I know, Brick.” Her arms tightened around the berserker’s neck; her grip as fierce as her trembling arms could muster. Tears carved twin trails down her cheeks, but for all her pride she dared not break the hug to wipe away the offending wetness. She could feel the lump rising in her throat; but for all her effort, she couldn’t keep the tremor from her voice.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

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@kingoftheslabs

"Brick, I need your help./ Lilith is going too far./ Her 'revenge' must cease." 

[pandorantales]

"Did you eat enough today?" (kingoftheslabs)

Marci chuckled as she settled down on the floor in front of Brick, legs crossed, leaning back on her palms. She was tiny compared to him, and most of the things in the room, yet she didn’t seem to notice.

“ I’ve eaten enough. You know you don’t gotta worry about me bro, I’m a big girl~ I’ve been surviving here longer than you, you know~”

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Wanted

@kingoftheslabs How long had it been? 4 days and he was already a wanted criminal and he had no idea why. To be fair 90 hour days and nights were a huge change from the 12 hours he had been used to, so he supposed he made good time with the criminal record. Many people had come after him and not a single one walked away. It wasn't his fault they attacked him without an explanation. A wanted poster for himself had been found on his latest victim, however. Normally the witch would have been amused by such a thing but lords they did an awful job with his picture and he was only worth how much? Absolutely not, who did these people think they were? With a growl Klarion wadded up the dirty paper and chunked it off the side of the cliff he was standing on. "We'll just have to fix that, now won't we?" The witch spoke to the tabby cat in his arms. He picked his feet up off the ground to sit cross cross in the air, no way he was sitting on that filthy ground. He couldn't sense anyone around so he figured he'd take a little rest to watch the sun set, finally.