#marsheo

[violencend]

@marsheo​  liked  for  juliette  !

       “i really can’t stay, marsh ...” she murmurs, but the girl is already sitting down in the seat across from him, setting up the marble chess board as she denies him of her presence. what juliette does, and what she says, are two very different things; marshall should know this by now, yes? and if not ... maybe he’s denser than she originally thought. she knows what she should do. she hasn’t done what she should do since she was 13. call her a rebel, her parents would have her neck, but she fakes it like her life depends on it - and she supposes that it does. a pause, she moves her pawn in front of the king up two spaces. 

       “if i win, you better braid my hair in the prettiest french braids and give me the best massage i’ve had in all 19 years of my life.” won’t mention what she’ll do if she loses.

[dorogava]

@marsheo​​​  ,          [    patch    ]       help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound.

like rabid dog caught with a wound,   it only knows how to lash out,   how to bite the very hand that feeds it         —         to accept help is to accept defeat in some form,   to admit the uselessness of one’s own survival skills.         “  stop.  ”         it’s louder,   stronger than it needs to be,   filled with tenacity and a twinge of desperation    :    don’t come any closer for you may see me as i am,   weak,   coming undone at the seams.    being seen at such a disadvantage,   a soldier marked from the perils of an ongoing war,   to be caught is to live with dishonor.    the gun in her hand is gripped,   aimed in his direction          —         it doesn’t matter that he seems to be holding a first - aid kit,   it doesn’t matter that his presence is anything but hostile.    juliette cai took no chances.         “  walk away before i am the last thing you see when the bullet hits you.  ”         it should be a threat,   but it comes out a plead,   a warning.   he is roma’s friend before he is the enemy.    but she is on white flowers territory,   fish out of water.    he is the enemy.

[benedkt]

@marsheo​ - ‘ heads? or tails? ’

   the question prompted a small smirk to tug at one corner of benedikt’s mouth,   his brow quirking slightly as if he were momentarily mulling over what he may choose.   there were only two options,   so there wasn’t much to mull over,   he was mostly just taking a while to irritate mars.   he released a long winded hum before finally speaking his answer;   “   tails.   ”

[benedkt]

@marsheo​ - ‘ coming here was your idea. ’ 

   benedikt opened his mouth to reply,   but quickly snapped his lips shut once he realized he didn’t have a witty retort to throw back at marshall this time.   he instead glanced down at his shoes,   a shrug dancing across his shoulders before he stole a glance at mars.   he’d brought them up onto one of the many rooftops in shanghai   -   obviously one in white flower territory   -   and now he didn’t know what exactly he should do.   “   it was,   yes.   ”   he trailed off,   shifting on his heels as he continued a few moments later.   “   i just wanted to watch the stars with you.   ”

[benedkt]

the artist & his muse @marsheo​

   benedikt   released   a   sigh,   deft   digits   gripping   the   handle   of   the   brush   as   he   attempted   to   capture   his   lover’s   features   -   a   nearly   impossible   task   due   to   marshall’s   incessant   need   to   move   around.  “ would   it   kill   you   to   sit   still   for   just   a   few   minutes? ”