#madeheaven

[missionsworn]

tackles her big brother in a big ol' hug.

HE’S HESITANT AT first. they haven’t seen each other in so long, but chris isn’t sure what he’s afraid of. maybe that that the world changed her for the worse. of course, he knows his sister better than that / but apprehension pricks at him regardless. he’s felt pessimism’s dark hand on his throat, spinning light into darkness. it permeated the unmapped acres of his mind, relentless in its conquest. but he likes to think claire is stronger than him… NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY SUBJUGATE HER IRONWOOD HEART. he may be older / but she already surpassed him on so many levels. staying gentle in a world such as this requires a specific mettle… something he hasn’t always had in equal measure.

she seals the spaces between them with surprising velocity. before he has time to react, their bodies clash / chiseling dread to tenderness. he reminds himself it’s claire… it’s definitely the claire he knows. for a moment, his arms hang limp at his sides. he’s been orphaned of touch for so long, HE FORGOT WHAT CLOSENESS WAS LIKE. ❛  i must’ve done something right today, huh ?  ❜ his cheerful inflection belies his previous reservations; he doesn’t want her to know he worries. still the same old claire… what ever made him think otherwise ? she’s a redfield, same as him. he wastes little time hooking his arm around the slender fall of her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest. ❛  i missed you too, kid.  ❜

[drhighopes]

leaves a coffee at her desk ! caramel macchiato, with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. there’s a little heart on the cup, drawn with a sharpie.

the     pleasant     aroma     is     enough     to     ease     tense     shoulders,     pulling     her     into     a     near     hypnotic     state.     she’s     begun     to     associate     certain     scents     with     tranquility     unlike     the     hellish     work     that     clings     to     every     morsel     of     rebecca’s     being.     ever     since     bioterrorism     crept     into     their     lives,     seeping     into     every     facet,     she’s     had     to     make     due     with     the     simple     things.     like     right     now,     when     a     worn     smile     that’s     seen     better     days     curls     into     the     corners     of     rose     lips,     wholly     content     living     in     the     moment     with     every     gingerly     sip.    

familiar     perfume     permeates     her     office     like     a     warm     embrace,     and     realization     is     instant     when     eyes     fall     on     an     uneven     heart     scribbled     on     the     cup’s     sleeve.     fingertips     absentmindedly     trace     where     the     ink     left     its     mark.

    ❛     claire.     ❜     she     coos,     turning     on     her     heel     in     search     of     a     friend     she’s     called     HOME     for     quite     some     time     now.     ❛     my     hero...     perfect     timing     too     -     because     i’ve     just     finished     up     for     the     night     ...     or     day.     you     know,     i’ve     not     really     been     paying     much     attention     to     time.     ❜

@madeheaven

[rookshot-blog]

                    ❛  no ——  no  ,     i’m     fine  ,     really .  ❜     with     a     hand     pressed     against     his     shoulder  ,     he    huffs .     YES  ,     he     was    wounded  ,     though  ,     not     too     severely;     the     blood     from     the    cut     barely     seeping     through     the     fabric     of     his     clothes .     it     was     nothing     he     was     too     concerned     about  ,     but     damn  ,     did     it     sting     like     hell !     ❛  don’t     worry     about    it  ,     okay ?     let’s     just     keep     going .  ❜

@madeheaven  //  sc !

[rookshot-blog]

leon pass me the aux chord

get     out     of     my     car.

[brnsde-blog]

‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ 😊

doesn’t know why he’s so QUIET suddenly. it’s not as though he’s deep in thought; doesn’t like to think about FEELINGS all that much. blue eyes drop to his fingers, fidgeting with each other. a nervous tick, maybe, though steve would never ADMIT that he’s feeling nervous. has to be strong-- not a KID anymore. a smile manages to crack deadpan countenance; lips curve big, but there’s a LIGHT missing in his eyes. ❝ --- fall in LOVE ? c’mon claire. isn’t that a bit CLICHE ? ❞

growling suggestion // accepting ( @madeheaven )

[atrophite]

your headcanons and your writing in general !! your writing is very fluid and it just reads very well, it’s honestly one of my faves on this hellsite so pls keep doing what you’re doing !! ❤️

what  attracted  you  to  my  blog  ? /  accepting  always  .

AHHH  thank  u  winona  !

[brnsde-blog]

hooks her arm around his. “ c’mon, steve, ” she smiles ; it lights up her eyes without her even needing to try. where is she leading him ? it’s a surprise. “ this way ! ”

the casual slip of her arm around his easily brings a little color to his pale cheeks. he can feel the heat of color resting upon his face, which, only causes them to burn BRIGHTER. but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about ( not yet, she hasn’t pointed it out but she’s sure to, he thinks ). instead he smiles a bit, not too big to show his eagerness to follow claire but enough to show he’s INTERESTED in what she has to offer. 

❝ huh--- ? what is ? is it a surprise ? should i CLOSE MY EYES... ❞

[decaid]

❛ just you and me again. just like the old days. ❜

the  blacklist  .  /  accepting  .

“  NEVER  GETS  OLD  .   NEVER  GETS  BETTER  EITHER  .  But  – -  I’ve  got  you  .  ”  He  keeps  an  open  mind  .  The  occasional  cynic  and  optimist  combined  into  one  aching  body  .  HIS  TROUBLES  HOUND  HIM  – -  nipping  at  his  heels  ,  severing  him  -  limb  from  limb  .  He  refuses  to  die  quietly  .  FOR  HE  NEVER  KNEW  SILENCE  .  Action  ,  and  only  action  .  TO  DIE  QUIETLY  WAS  TO  SURRENDER  – -  he  rebukes  it  .  He  looks  to  her  -  with  knowing  eyes  and  steady  hands   — -  with  bloodied  knuckle  and  SPLIT  LIP  .  (  They  will  have  to  try  harder  .  HIT  FASTER  – -  Shoot  him  down  in  one  measly  shot  .  )  “  They  always  leave  this  up  to  us  –  I’d  kill  for  a  vacation  .  Shall  we  ?  ”  AN  OLD  SMILE  .  A  FOCUSED  STARE  .  AHEAD  ,  beyond  the  lumbering  thing  .  (  A  galumphing  oddity  ) ...  He’s  used  to  it  .