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@ltghost asked : ❛ would you believe me if i said i got all these injuries by slipping in the rain ? ❜
RAIN STILL POURS DRIPPING DOWN ACROSS THE PORCH OF THE RENTAL. the same rain that’s been keeping you awake past midnight when you have a five thirty alarm , hitting the decking with relently fervour - old wood creaky and ocean not too far away pushing against the shore line. the same rain that’s soaked her through , drowned expression looking back to you as you lean against the door frame and tip your head toward cover and the safety of shelter. ❛ this rain right now ? ❜ lips that draw into a fine tight line , eyebrows that can’t help but lift up toward the rumbling heavens above. ❛ those bruises look a little too cemented , unless you just got hit by a truck ? ❜ light , tone playful even --- though you know the list of options , don’t you ? you know how beaten up you can get inside an f-18. the toll it can take on the body. you remember the bruises on your dad’s temples , the faint blue and purple pushed against his rib cage and the way he’d smiled , his plam scattering across your head just to reassure you. you also know the chances of reyna getting in a bar fight are probably highter than an emergency ejection. ❛ you wanna come inside ? i’ll even let you have my best rib eye for that shiner coming up under your eye ... ❜
He’s So BABYGIRL
“you owe me nothing.”
"To you maybe." The German-Romanian countered, getting up and wiping off the dust and dirt from the ground. Rolling his shoulders back, he looked over at Ghost and made sure there was no glaringly obvious wounds as he did so. "You're welcome, by the way." Andrei grumbles out as he straightens out his shirt and finishes righting himself after nearly barreling over the man who was basically the same size as he was. In his mind, when the other man had helped him then Andrei had to return the favor. It was what he did, what he felt was right. He owed him that. It wasn't a bad thing, Andrei just hated to be in debt in that regard. Even if the other didn't feel like there was anything owed, it wasn't how he felt. "You seem fine, unless there's something I can't see then, we need to keep moving." He starts to walk ahead of Ghost. "Don't slow us down now."
Meme I can't Find | Accepting | @lt-ghxst
“Fuckin’ hell. You call that a plan?”
There's a glare shot in the direction of the other, green gaze locking onto there's before he's sliding over the file to the figure. "If you don't like it then you try to come up with something else, hm?" There's attitude to his words, leading his own men wasn't an issue as they trusted him and they in turn would get shit done. However, he knew there wasn't much built between the two of them. If he wanted to try and come up with something on his own or tweak the plan that Andrei had come up with then so bit. If it was worse, then he would be completely ready to let him know but seeing as he hadn't said a word before..."I didn't hear you start to say anything before that, so go ahead. Speak up, what brilliant plan do you have?" He motions for him to go ahead before standing up straight and crossing his arms over his chest.
Meme I Can't Find | Accepting | @lt-ghxst
“who did this to you?”
Normally he didn't have any issues on any assignment, that wasn't who he was and wasn't what he was trained for. Andrei was molded and made into a loyal and deadly soldier, built to be unbeatable and he was. Even as he sat here now he hadn't lost, but he could have looked worlds better. But he hadn't exactly made his way to wash up until he knew everyone was gone, or at least thought he was alone. His back tenses, not even looking up at the source of the voice. His jaw flexes as his head turns to the side as he thinks of what to say before slowly lifting his head up to meet the man's gaze. "What does it matter?" Andrei replies, almost an indicator that he wasn't about to just unload onto the other. "It's not a big deal, they look worse. I handled it." Shutting it down quickly, playing it off like it didn't matter, it was something he was so easily able to do that it was scary.
Meme I Can't Find | Accepting | @lt-ghxst
0 0 . @ltghost . . kenny . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
YOUR FACE OF AN ANGEL’S MEMORY , you as the soundless voice of this thing without being , this light within the receding darkness . blink , + the red lips of a cherub is absent flesh . though , her eyes are the remnants of this divine glow all but choosing . this thing you touch , this thing you say to calm the tinted pinks of sorrow . “ i know this really good place ; you should come with me ----- + i KNOW that we look like bird nest babies , but everyone can deal with it , right ? ” the mouth of her smile mistaken for fairies , the hum of gold halos her speech , gold flakes at her skin like the shedding of felines .
0 0 . @ltghost . . jolene . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
JOLENE HAS BETTER DAYS : those are the days she goes without speaking to her father . playing to humor , their thriving landscapes are silence + meaningless banter , words that never come or words that sink shallow . she’s raised in the graveyard of his loves , the yearning that never fades , the affection he never quite places so stable --------- he chokes on the ghost of his father , + jolene chokes on the ghost of a mother or woman she’s never truly known , save for her quiet disdain that placed her at her father’s doorstep . her father wouldn’t know this well , but he knows the tired grief of his dead father like the back of his hand , + jolene could shoot darts to grasp at the grief of her mother . it’s all hands + teeth , broken skin that patches in weird places , bones that heal wrong in every fragment . she wonders if her rage is inherited from her father’s or inherited from the lack of her mother ; we all have vacant closets with imagined ghosts . “ god , i could use another shot . ”