#liam garcia

[arte-del-lobo-dechado]

Hackers Cup

I mean... I probably won’t join. But it was nice to draw these two again.

[wylanvanextraa]

i love four (4) millennials Here are my Morganfield kids: (upper L-R) Sienna Mercado, Liam Garcia, (lower L-R) Jackson Zielinski, Aiden Ruiz. Beautiful art commission courtesy of the amazing @cindersart 💕💕 And since I can't stop staring at this, you all get to look too!!!!!! ✌💕

[sanguisfulgur]

Don't chase the rabbit.

Hands placed themselves over her eyes, and a sigh fell from her lips, but a smile soon found its way onto them. “I was trying to read.” She tried to sound irritated, but failed miserably. Her comment earned a laugh and it was followed by the question. “Guess who?” 

She snorted, shaking her head a little. “Hmm… What a truly perplexing situation. I just do not know who you could be at all.” Her sarcasm was ever present in those words, and it earned another laugh. One that made the faint smile tugging on her lips grow into the vibrant grin most were familiar with seeing on her face, if perhaps a little warmer, more endearing. She loved that laugh, loved the owners voice too, however much she proclaimed it ‘stupid’. (How often did she call his face stupid too?) 

The hand owner removed them form her face, and the vampiress tilted her head upwards; blue-grey eyes met green ones, and she allowed herself to gasp in faux surprise. “Well look at that, if it isn’t my lieutenant, I never would have imagined it was you.” Alright, she was laying it on a bit thick, but it made him grin in response. Moments later, he’d thrown himself over the back of the sofa and landed beside her on it. “Y’know… Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, ma’am.” She had to resist sighing as he called her that, he’d done it since they’d met. Good manners had been instilled within him as a boy, and the military had only made him more respectful… How someone like him could want her, could fall for her she’d never know. But she was grateful for it. As clichéd as it was, he was her light, the thing that kept her from spiralling further out of control. He was fixing her, if anything. And it only made her love him more. 

Without even thinking she put her book down and shifted over to him„ settling herself right against him, head resting on his shoulder and arms softly looping around his. The solider in question tipped his head to rest on her own. “Lowest form of wit it may be, but it’s proof I have some.” She replied after a while of silence. Sometimes she liked that; just liked to hold him silently, let the warmth from his body keep her own frigid one warm, listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and let it soothe her like a lullaby, and watch his chest rise and fall with each breath he took; it calmed her always, stopped her mind running rampant as it so often did.She sometimes wondered if the cold, stillness of her body did that for him, especially when he’d been sent away to countries that were dry and hot.

"You got plenty of wit, even if you so often seem to be at your wits end." He teased, he took a while to respond too. It seemed he equally enjoyed the silences between them. Even so, she allowed a look of offence settle on her face. "Oh? Is that so, hmm? Who can blame me when i have to put up with some goody-goody boy scout like you." It was all said in play, of course, and Liam sniggered in response to here. "Oh it must be absolutely terrible for you, having to put up with me." He shifted a little, free hand moving to lightly grasp Sharna’s chin to tilt her head upwards, and a smirk toyed on her lips. "Now who is the one being sarcastic?" He leant down, closing the distance between them in a gentle, tender kiss, grinning as he pulled away. "Heh, well, you could say I learnt from the best."  

[sanguisfulgur]

Lenny could hear the shuffling of flowers, crinkling of plastic as they were moved from a person's hand to the ground. Her back was leaning on a tombstone, sitting in the direction opposite of the sound. She turned around the corner and glanced only to see the vampiress, someone of 'interest'. "Sharna?" Lenny questioned, no intention to pry as she got up and walked over to stand near the woman. Her eyes read the tombstone before looking back at Sharna, willing to hear anything she had to say.

Flowers did not bring back the dead, nor could the dead appreciate them. But… She had to do something and it was what everybody did right? Left flowers at a grave? 

Steely eyes seemed empty as the stared down at the headstone. This was the first grave she’d ever properly visited… Not simply one she’d gone to do to dig up the body within. One she hated visiting, but one she always had to come back to. She owed him that much. It was her fault after all. 

Usual alert nature diminished as the vampiress was lost to her thoughts, the voice caught her by surprise, gaze pulling up from the headstone and towards the source. Lenny… Why was she not surprised to find the woman in a graveyard? 

"What’s the thing people always say? The good die young." She wanted to scoff at that, but it was true in the case. He shouldn’t have died the way he did though, Gunfire and glory is how he should have gone if Death insisted on taking him so young. A solider… He should have died on the battlefield, she’d prepared herself over and over and over for that day; she had not been prepared to find his mutilated, torn-open corpse in their home. She had prepared for him to fall by the hands of another who was just following orders, not at the hands of her Maker. 

What was she supposed to say? She was not one to open up, it was a struggle even with those closest to her. And she was always too distracted her to form words more often than not, mind consumed by thoughts of her fallen boy scout. Attention flickering from the blonde to the grave, the haze about her eyes gave away she was not entirely ‘there’. 

"Don’t know why I bought flowers… The chill will kill them overnight." 

[sanguisfulgur]

Christmas headcanon lolololol

As a kid, celebrating Christmas was not a common occurrence. Either Sharna’s godfather would be away on a job or they’d both be on said job. Most kids and teens got to sit in front of the fire and unwrap their presents, and then got to enjoy some fancy dinner. Sharna was out in the cold and dark hunting down some monster and she wouldn’t get to eat until it was brought down. And even then it would be something cheap and greasy from whatever dinner or gas station store decided to be open that day. 

Was she envious? Oh, you bet she was. Was having one day off from their work too much to ask? One day where she could pretend she was normal. But, asking for that usually got angry responses from Norio. And she soon learned to keep quiet rather than risk being belittled by him again and again. Christmas wasn’t important. Killing monsters was. Having a childhood wasn’t important. Growing up and being useful to her godfather was. 

So, Christmas is an odd thing for Sharna, it wasn’t something she got the chance to celebrate until after she was turned and Liam came along. Even though he certainly did not have all the money in the world and she was happy enough to have the solider home for Christmas, he still went and bought her something she treasures as much as her father’s jacket: a silver phoenix pendant encrusted with garnets. Liam gave her it to make her feel better about her condition, and the position she found herself in with Theo and Thánatos. It could have been made of scrap metal or cardboard for all she cared. It was the fact someone had gotten her a gift, someone had even put thought into that. And that someone was the person she loved. 

After Liam’s death, Christmas once more lost significance to her, the lieutenant’s demise marked her losing her anchor with the ‘normal’ world and she was soon on a downwards spiral. If she was damaged before, she’s only gotten more so over the years. Still, however much the day has just became yet another day for her once more, she still finds a moment to wish her soldier a merry Christmas and happy New Year wherever he is. Whilst secretly hoping he can’t look down and be disappointed in her. 

[springisabitch-blog]

I Need You Now || LIAM

Two students. Two deaths. Stories about Greek Gods and Goddesses. Spring sighed as she was sitting on her cot. They'd been there for hours and she just wanted to leave. Even if it was true and explained everything about why she was able to transform into other people, she didn't know if she'd be able to handle the news like that she was Apate, Goddess of deceit by herself. She needed her boyfriend to just be with her and hold her hand. Before she had met Liam she would of had to go through all of this by herself. She was so lucky that she had met him in the pool in Paris. Because without him, she probably would do a lot of things she didn't need to be doing. 

[springisabitch-blog]

Stadium Show || Liam

Spring woke up the next morning in Liam's arms. She was glad to see him still there, most guys would have left after she fell asleep. But then again she had asked him to stay the night and there was no reason that he would decline. She yawned as she opened her eyes, blinking a few times before looking up at Liam. "Good morning, she whispered to him.

[springisabitch-blog]

asleep in your arms || LIAM

Spring was still shaking after what had happened to her in the bathroom. She avoided every reflective surface around her, because she was afraid of what she might see. When she looked into the mirror and saw Liam staring directly at her, she didn't know what was happening. She had closed her eyes tight and when she opened them she was staring at herself in the mirror. Eyes wide, face pale and she ran to her bed and hid there ever since. She had given Liam the spare key to her room for nights like this and other nights, but tonight was just about needing him to hold her. She was freaking out. She had the covers around her tight and hoped that Liam would show up soon.