#lehazard

[fl4mbaearchive]

@lehazard          ›          starter.

❛    you   can't    keep     putting   yourself   through   shit   like    this     and   expect   me   to   just   sit   back   and    watch.    ❜

[rescuefield-arch]

we're in this together . no one gets left behind .

another island, another outbreak. honestly she shouldn't even be surprised anymore - wherever claire goes, trouble follows ... and it's getting quite difficult not to notice at this point. "wasn't gonna assume you knew the way out already anyway," she jokes, shoulders shrugging lightly as the rest of the bullets left in her pocket is loaded in the handgun. "though i think we might figure out soon. just a hunch." the hunch in question being the pathway all those infected came from, of course.

"we need a map, and some ammo." at this rate their ammo combined won't be enough, and if indeed they're heading towards the source of this island problems, it can only get worse - the more the merrier, as they say. "where the hell is that merchant guy when you need him?"

[2077smerc]

🎁 i am so curious

WHAT MY MUSE GOT YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS MEME

a  vintage  metal  cigarette  case.  brushed  steel  or  blackened  brass,  slightly  worn—not  shiny.  something  that  looks  like  it’s  already  lived  a  life.  inside,  it’s  engraved  with  his  initials,  D.  L.  she  hands  it  over  like  it’s  nothing,  "merry  Christmas,  old  man."

[wornkindness]

       "And so I take him to this bar, this man wouldn't dance, he didn't ask a single question, and he was wearing these fugly jeans."

@lehazard sent: 🎁 ↪ 7 - super graphic ultra modern girl : chappell roan

[fl4mbaearchive]

taps at his lips for a kiss

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗          ⸻          arriving to destination     …     now.

𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦     𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞     𝗨𝗣     𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠    his  phone  in  his  hand,     chad  had  been    focused     on  a  video  while  scrolling  through  tiktok  while  sat  on  their  couch.     he  isn't  even  sure  when  dionte  had    walked     into  the  apartment,     muchless  when  he  moved  to    stand   in   front   of   him,     making  a  sound  to  capture  his  attention  and    tapping    his  lips  for  a  kiss.     a  brow  quirks  up  silently  at  first,     thumb  tapping  the  screen  to  pause  whatever  he'd  been  watching,     something  he'd  no  doubt    continue     to  watch  later  on.    ❛    cat   got   your   tongue,     huh    ?    ❜    the  corners  of  lips  pull  up  into  a  half-assed  smile,     shuffling  to  the  edge  of  the  couch  and    grabbing     dion  by  the  front  of  his  shirt,     abruptly    pulling     him  down  and  kissing  him.     it's  a  bit    rough     but  ultimately,     there's    no    ulterior  motive  behind  it,     simply  enjoying  the  kiss  as  he  lets  out  a  little  chuckle  against  dionte's  lips.     pulling  back  ever  so  slightly,     chad's  head    tilts,     amber  eyes  looking  over  features.    ❛    is   that   what   you    needed    ?    or   do   i   need   to   give   you    another     kiss    ?    ❜

[valour-bound]

` ( ⌖ ) 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 — 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡.

( … ) Instead,  they sunk like heavy weights,  wrapped in a faux maliciousness he bristled at,  felt the prickling urge to fight against them.  Prove them wrong.  They sting that bit deeper over actually help when he’s trapped in this kind of weighted headspace.  Everything hits that bit harder,  the wounds healing from a mission just accomplished burn with every slight motion.

The scars he’s spent gathering over the years   —   he’s hyper-aware of where each of them lay,  instead of viewing them as a symbol of his survival,  a sign of his supposed strength for pulling through a near impossible situation. Where all he’d ever come to view them as, were just another sign of how he’d failed the people on those missions.  They’ll always be linked to more painful memories that’d ache,  but he acknowledges how they also keep him going in the worst of times.

He keeps his mouth shut,  lips pressed firmly together tight,  jaw straining so hard he swears he can feel his teeth groan in warning.  A molasses slow swallow is taken,  head still hung where he remains carefully hunched over his knees,  forearms indenting themselves into the meat of his thighs as he shakes his head softly. His hands clasp together tight in a white-knuckled hold as a knee idly bounces.

A sigh is taken after a few more stray beats pass, when he’s able to better wade through the storm of wild thoughts &&. thinly restrained feelings begin to seep into view.  When his gaze next flicks up,  checks to see if the other is still even there or if he’d chosen to take his leave    &&.   give Chris space to grieve the loss of his team in all the aftermath   —   he’s only marginally surprised to see those same shoes remain stubbornly right where they’d been from when he’d first spoken.  The back of his neck feels like warm static dances over top,  prompting him to lift his head a bit more,  sight finding @lehazard’s own with another strained swallow.

What he catches is a look that speaks more than words ever could   —   understanding,  something kindred in the loss he experiences.  It’s carefully bearing an edge of patience,  some pity,  but it’s all paled in comparison to the look he fixates on that tells him the other’s experienced those same feelings of loss &&. defeat. In a way, that’s what offers the most comfort in that moment, provides enough of lifeline for the Operative to straighten his back, sitting upright as his hold on his hands ease.

` ❝ It’s   …   it’s not enough.  But one day — it will be. ❞

It had to be. After everything they’d given to put a stop to all of this, it’d better be.

` ＊ &. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

[brutlist]

" hey , don't get too nosy , alright --- i don't like putting folks on the business end of things if it didn't have to come to that in the first place . "

@lehazard // sc