#lieuthazard

[fliesicecold]

@lieuthazard​ said: ❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜ / tee hee hee

ice’s brow raised slowly at maverick’s words. of all the people on the face of the earth, it was highly likely that tom was literally the only person who truly knew pete. he stared for a moment before casually sipping the vodka from his glass. he placed it back down gently before turning so he was facing maverick, who was still facing forward towards the bartender on the barstool.

“is that really what you wanted to say, mav?”

[mthrgoose]

--- “ figured you’d be here. ” goose tosses a smile over his shoulder from the stove, where breakfast is in full swing. the gaudy, ever present ‘kiss the cook’ apron is tied securely around his waist, loudly proclaiming him as the chef du jour. as if anyone can hold a candle to his cooking. “ you wanna make yourself useful set the table? these pancakes are just about done. ” these are the kinds of mornings goose has grown fond of - family breakfasts, including maverick. “ we’re heading out to the museum later, you wanna come? ”    @lieuthazard liked this.

[mooncalender]

“they’ll get you for that.” / for abel, from mav :D

answered here !

[mooncalender]

⧽  ° ✽ ｡  ⧼    . .     @lieuthazard​   ASKED :          “they’ll get you for that.”    /    for abel, from mav :D

                   HER   SKIN   FEELS   LIKE   IT’S   LIT   AFLAME .                   her  mouth  is  an  open  chasm ,   light  beyond  her  inside ,   a  choke  of  a  reply  sitting  at  the  roof  of  her  mouth .     she  chooses  the  smile ,   chooses  to  maintain  this  lighter  air  around  her .     all  sewn  lips   +   redirected  eyes ,   she  soothes  water  over  her  words .     she  drowns ,   she  drowns .     at  the  bottom  of  the  ocean ,   then  she  becomes  words  in  the  air .          ❛❛   i’m  already  going  to  get  yelled  at ,   ❜❜          she  decides  to  not  finish  her  request .          CAN  I  HAVE  MY  PEACE  SOMEWHERE  BEFORE  THE  STORM  ?   ---------         this   is   what   she   wanted   to   say .     crystallizing  breath  in  this  pressure  behind  her  throat ,   she  understands  where  she  floats .     in  the  air  force ,   she’s  one  of  their  best ,   both  in  the  air   +   on  land ;     in  naval  aviation ,   she’s  a  student  learning  from  one  of  their  best .     but  she  is  neither  here  nor  there ;     her  place  is  in  the  middle  of  a  rock   +   hard  place .     in  this  purgatory  of  when   +   where  they  desire  her  to  be .

                    HER   HEAD   WEEPS   IN   THE   ACHE   OF   A   HEADACHE  ;                    her  superiors  are  not  kind  in  her  own  regard   ---------          this  squadron  of  pilots  loaned  to   +   from  seemed  like  an  honor ,   until  she  realized  that  she  was  alone  in  her  efforts .     she  finds  her  squad ;     she  communicates  with  the  differing  parties ;     the  only  thing  they  offered  was  the  request  for  her  reception  to  be  met  with  an  instructor  once  she  familiarized  herself  with  the  differences  in  everything  air  force  pilots  versus  naval  aviation  pilots .          ❛❛   you  know ,   it  feels  like  they’re  trying  to  test  me ,   to  see  if  i’ll  mess  this  up ,   this  one  thing  that  they  don’t  even  have  a  hold  of  structure  on .     it’s  like  they  want  to  set  me  up  for  failure .   ❜❜          she  supposes  she  sounds  like  she’s  complaining ,   but  it’s  not  much  far  off  the  truth  once  the  sunsets  beneath  her  tongue .     all  the  structure  she  thrived  within ,   everything  she  branched  her  actions  upon ,          HER   HANDS   TREMBLE   WITH   THE   WEIGHT   OF   EVERYTHING   SHE   HAS   TO   CREATE  .

                    (   she  wonders  if  god  feels  this  way ,   if  he  folds  his  stomach  like  fresh  linen  when  he  has  to  make  something  up  out  of  the air .   )

                    ABEL   CRACKS   HER   MOUTH   UNDER   THE   HEAVINESS   OF  SUGAR   SYRUP   ON   HER   LIPS  .                    silliness  twists  her  gut  into  ropes  of  guilt ,   +   she  wonders  if  her  brother  ever  felt  like  this  when  she  rocked  him  to  sleep  in  the  dark  of  a  room  he  was  afraid  of .     tension  stutters  her  steps ,   +   she  heaves  loudly ,     sighs  into  the  loud  air  of  outside .          ❛❛   i  know  they’re  going  to  rip  me  a  new  one  for  that  training  exercise .     can  i  just  have  this  small  moment  of  freedom  before  that  ?   ❜❜          dramatics  tickle  at  her  infliction  of  a  voice ,   but  these  dramatics  feel  like  simple  theatre  when  anticipation  colors  her  pink .

[hauntboxed-a]

“ sir, ” bradley’s voice comes from the doorway, hands folded behind his back. they shake gently, have ever since returning stateside a few hours previous. he doesn’t expect them to stop anytime soon. “ we’re headed to the hard deck to celebrate. i wanted to extend the invitation. ” slowly, he enters the room, still standing a distance from pete - to bradley’s credit, he doesn’t avoid eye contact. he swallows hard and squares his shoulders as he forces himself to face the tumult of emotion within him : fading adrenaline, joy, confusion, and grief all at once. then, the guise of formality fading beneath his words, “ i guess it’s time for us to have that talk, hey uncle pete? ” bradley’s voice wavers softly, but he smiles honestly at maverick all the same. @lieuthazard.