#lightwalke

[hecared]

       finally,   the cursed basement was empty,   save for himself   &   the boy they’d written off as dead.   tadashi knew better.   it was subtle,   but had the other doctors been paying attention they would’ve seen the slight rise   &   fall of the boy’s chest   --   the fools should have been paying more attention,   but their thoughts were more focused on causing hurt than help,   &   they hardly paid any of their subjects much mind once they stopped seeming fun.   their mistake was something tadashi would gladly take advantage of.   this is one child he can save. 

       he doesn’t speak as he gently covers the boy with a sheet   &   carefully lifts him,   adjusting his grip in such away that it’s not immediately obvious that he’s carrying a person.   it’s probably uncomfortable for the boy but tadashi doubts anything is comfortable right now with his injuries   --   the poor child is probably in agony;   it’s a wonder he’s not screaming.   tadashi grabs his bag,   countless medical supplies   &   medications stashed within,   all intended for use to treat his cargo the way he should have been.   it’s difficult to keep expressionless,   but tadashi knows he has to give away nothing.   he hums to himself as though this is a normal,   relaxing situation   --   pretends to himself that he defies the republic like this every day   &   doing so doesn’t frighten him.

       in truth,   he feels like he’s going to be sick. 

       it takes entirely long to make it somewhere at least somewhat safe.   tadashi lays the poor boy down like he’s fragile,   made of glass   --   in the man’s mind,   this is a child;   he is fragile.   what has been done to him is sick   &   unforgivable.   this is not what doctors are supposed to do.

       ❝   i’m sorry,   ❞   his voice is low,   just barely above a whisper.   ❝   i know that i must have   --   ❞   he pauses momentarily,   searching for the right word.   ( how do you speak to someone who you watched suffer like that ? )   ❝   startled you.   i didn’t think it was safe to give you more warning.   i   --   you’re safe here.   i don’t   --   don’t imagine you’re in any condition to be getting yourself out of there,   so i took it upon myself to gather some things to fix you up too   --   if you’ll allow it.   ❞            /           @lightwalke !!

[frystgone]

HALLOWEEN MEME. IPARWING. GO.

SEND ME A SHIP & i’ll tell you who :

i . chooses the pumpkin : what do u mean they choose the pumpkin . day steals the best looking one out there before june gets the chance to choose tf .ii . carves the pumpkin : it’s troublesome enough that day stole a pumpkin just for a holiday fFS so under the threat of with a knife in her hand , day leaves june to doing the carving . eden subtly teasing his brother that , in more formal words , day is whipped .iii . gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house : i imagine no clinging bc neither of them are scared . day laughs , he thinks it’s funny / cute / somewhere along the lines seeing all these cheap antics to scare him when he’s stared at death in the eye ; while june is mostly stoic throughout the trip but , out of instinct unfortunately , probably smacks down a ‘ ghost ‘ or two , three ?? that attempt to scare them .v . makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in : aahh ?? june does , to day’s surprise . ( it’s like setting up camp ; how bad could it be ? ) day thinks it’s a cute quirk & ends up teasing her about it until june tells him to shut up or no snuggles are coming his way .v . steal’s the other’s candy : i mean . do i even have to point out who when one half of this ship is the nation’s most wanted criminal .vi . accidentally gets lost in a corn maze : k but day probably does because he thought eden wandered in there but no he was by june’s side the whole time . oddly enough june & eden share this teasing smile when day squints at them suspiciously . coughtheyplanneditcoughvi . tells spooky stories to scare the other : in r egard to day’s more personal experiences outside i feel like he has plenty of spooky stories up his sleeve ; either made up or exaggerated tho . it doesn’t exactly scare june , but it’s enough of a spook for day to pop out of nowhere ‘ boo ‘ her . which promptly is replied to with a punch .vii . collects cool-looking leaves : i feel like june has a wider enough appreciation to collect things tbh . day doesn’t get the concept because they’re just leAVES & money could buy so much better , but helps her anyways .

❛ ♚ HALLOWEEN ship meme          \ @lightwalke .

[divincd-blog]

              ‘ ‘  and you would think blondes aren’t as smart. well here my luck, I don’t have anything on me. and people say it’s so difficult trying to catch the infamous thief who never gets caught.  ’ ’

          and that’s what Paris had taught her all these years ; keep your valuables in places no one could find and you’ll be safe. she had chills down her spine, of course, being new in a city she’s never been was quite the creeps. especially when a criminal was outside of bars. nevertheless, her voice stands strong, tongue clicking, lips practically smirking - she was always underestimated.

@lightwalke

[prodigic-blog]

"let me see."

INBOX PROMPT

FINGERS CLUTCHED AT her bleeding arm, teeth gnawing on bloodied lip, gaze holding none of it’s usual CLARITY or intense focus —— instead it’s hazy, unseeing, june resorting to thinking inwards rather than looking outwards as she tries to bite back the pain and self-analyze her wound, to no avail. dark eyes blink upwards at the concerned voice, and she hesitates for only a half of a second. 

              ❛ it’s —— nothing, ❜  she tries to reassure, albeit still moving her hands ( now stained CRIMSON with blood —— a part of her thought at least it was her own, and not somebody else’s ) out of the way for him to inspect. she watched him as he tended to her injury —— not PERFECTLY , but with the experience of someone who was hurt often and had to take care of themselves often, which was perfect considering the situation granting a LACK of medical supplies. quietly she mused over the fact that she was less scared about the consequences of the wound than how EASILY she would allow day to take care of her. how easily she trusts him, despite being from a different world, how easily she would ( and WANTED to, god did she want to ) open her hear to him, tear down the barriers she had set, which had only grown since her brother ( the last man who loved her, she thought, and was perhaps correct, at the time ) died. 

but it’s GUILT, overwhelming like the floods and fires that had ravaged the nation so, so many decades ago, GUILT that she had to not think about too often or too deeply or she would surely drown. a part of her was angry at herself, furious that she would keep on troubling this boy, nay, MAN, ( DAY, her silver lining, her shine of light ) with her presence. it scared, no, terrified her that it was love that tethered her heart to his, a bond so fragile yet impossible to ever break. and it was selfishness, she admitted, that STOPPED her from severing it herself, despite how much she knew she must be hurting him. i’ve never been that good of a person. keeping the tears out of her eyes ( she would NOT cry, she hardly EVER cried ), she gave something of a tired, but grateful, smile.

               ❛ thanks. are you hurt? ❜