#martyrkill

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⁀⚕      𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒚  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   jack  +  samira

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞  𝐮𝐩  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  without  a  sound.  his  arm  slid  around  her  middle,  drawing  her  back  until  she  fit  against  him  like  she  always  had.  his  lips  brushed  her  shoulder  —  settling  there,  breath  warm  against  her  skin.  his  voice  was  voice  rough,  the  last  of  sleep  still  clinging  to  the  edges.  ❝ you  should  still  be  sleeping.  what  are  you  doing  up?  ❞

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⁀⚕      𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   robby  +   jj

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⁀⚕      𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒚  𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒚.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   🧱  Pin  the  receiver  against  the  wall  while  kissing  them.  +  reverse  ?  for  dr.  mohan  and  abbot 

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐭.  that’s  the  thing  that  scares  him  most  —  how  instinct  takes  over,  how  years  of  restraint  snap  all  at  once.  his  hand  finds  the  wall  beside  samira’s  head,  then  the  other  caging  her  in.  the  space  between  them  evaporates.  he  can  feel  her  breath  stutter,  feel  his  own  pulse  roaring  in  his  ears.  this  moment  has  lived  in  the  back  of  his  mind  for  years,  half-denied,  carefully  buried.  now  it’s  here,  and  there’s  no  room  left  to  pretend  he  doesn’t  want  it.

when  he  kisses  her,  it’s  like  a  dam  giving  way.  everything  he’s  held  back  floods  through  the  contact.  the  almosts,  the  missed  chances,  the  nights  spent  wanting  her  from  a  distance.  samira  doesn’t  pull  away  and  that  undoes  him  more  than  anything  else.  the  world  narrows  to  the  heat  of  her,  the  press  of  her  against  the  wall,  the  way  years  of  longing  finally  find  somewhere  to  go.

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|   |   |   ⤷   ꮪꭲꭺꭱꭲꭼꭱ  ꮯꭺꮮꮮ.     ⚕   :    @martyrkill   +   jj.

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲’𝐬  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  each  other  in  restless  loops,  his  gaze  skimming  from  the  coffee  mug  to  her  face,  then  darting  to  the  barista,  the  wall  menu,  the  floor  —  only  to  return  to  the  mug  again.  it  wasn’t  discomfort,  exactly.  if  anything,  this  was  one  of  the  rare  moments  he  felt  some  measure  of  calm  settle  over  him.  it  was  the  stillness  that  scraped  at  him.  he  shifted  in  his  seat,  his  feet  too  used  to  running  around  to  know  what  to  do  with  sitting.  ❝  so,  your  coworker  —  friend?  —  how’s  he  doing?  ❞

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⁀⚕      𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |      ⤷     ​“Why  does  hot  chocolate  taste  better  when  you’re  here?”  -  janey

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲  𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞  with  his  hands  wrapped  around  a  mug  he  hasn’t  touched  in  a  while,  watching  the  steam  thin  and  disappear.  janey  is  close,  but  not  touching  him.  never  touching  him,  like  they  both  learned  where  the  lines  were  and  carved  them  into  the  floor.  he  still  knows  this  room  by  heart.  the  scuffed  corner  of  the  counter.  the  chair  that  wobbles  if  you  lean  back  too  far.  he  knows  her  by  heart,  too,  and  that’s  the  problem.  that’s  always  been  the  problem.

jake’s  laughter  is  still  echoing  in  his  chest,  leftover  and  bright,  and  robby  lets  himself  hold  onto  it  because  it  hurts  less  than  holding  onto  her.  he  came  for  the  kid,  he  reminds  himself.  he  stayed  for  the  kid.  whatever  else  is  just  muscle  memory.  ❝  maybe  it’s  because  you  make  it  the  same  way  every  time.  some  things  don’t  change  just  ‘cause  people  do.  ❞

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THE TWINS WERE NEVER SEEN TOO FAR FROM ONE ANOTHER, two souls intertwined beyond mortal understanding. it was inevitable when they were summoned, together in unity. the elder of the pair, the more confident one, eagerly exploring their new home alongside their summoner as they learned this new world. but he cared for @martyrkill, fretting over them in silent gestures &&. low hums.

a hand befell their twin, resting upon their shoulder with a firm squeeze. ❝ you appear troubled. ❞ it came out softly, underneath the mask his brow is arched perfectly. a click of their tongue followed, head shaking softly. ❝ has someone made a comment? insulted you? ❞

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SHOULDERS RIGID, POSTURE PERFECT FOR HIS ROLE. his hands sat clasped together behind his back, statue - esque in all forms. only illuminous gaze followed @martyrkill around the nursery, watching a softness common to the lady vita bloom. the child was lively, full of energy &&. joy that brought his parents such happiness he had never seen. fitting parents, he knew. in the pits, neither he nor his brother could recall their own, either slain or abandoning them long before they could register their presence. perhaps that is why the pair were so taken by the lord emeritus &&. his lady wife.

only when she waved her hand did he approach, silent steps marking his approach to her as she took a seat. the babe in her arms was resting, half - lucid to the world around him. behind the mask, a faint smile formed. ❝ motherhood suits you, my lady. ❞ his head bowed softly, though eyes never left her nor the child in her arms. ❝ you are a natural, &&. he is precious. ❞

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⁀⚕      𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒚  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   robby  +  jj

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞  —  the  kind  that  pulls  at  every  line  of  his  face,  creasing  his  cheeks,  softening  him  entirely.  his  eyes  are  wide  and  brown  and  warm.  he  hovers  close  enough  that  she  can  feel  his  breath,  lips  just  shy  of  brushing  her  forehead.  when  he  spoke,  his  voice  was  quiet  as  a  secret.  ❝  close  your  eyes.  i  have  something  for  you.  ❞