#mdeinheaven

[ofnightwind]

open / closed starter for: @mdeinheaven​​ (UTP)

emma had been practicing working with her weapons again, a target stands feet away and emma becomes immersed within the practice, seemingly never losing her touch with aim (maybe a useful future asset; you can never be too careful with everything going on within the town right?) until she’s startled by the noise behind her, gun instinctively raises to meet the other, the barrel aimed bullseye to the forehead when she breathes a sigh of relief, lowering the head to the ground. “don’t do that. at least not when i’m holding a weapon that could kill you.”

[ofnightwind]

open / closed starter for: @mdeinheaven​ (saya)

they’ll give the other wolf credit : it was creative. good even but they’re not gonna admit to that. perhaps if they were in a better mood, she might’ve even gotten a crack of a smile. perhaps. yes, that was a better word. smiling and laughing at stupidly humorous things give people the wrong impression usually that they enjoy the company. “i hope you get your money back at whatever store you bought that from ‘cuz it was terrible. it only works if you’re funny,” attention drifts from saya and back to their notebook to finish the sketch within the pages (a super mario & sonic clash piece almost close to completion !) “ ⸺ and you’re not funny.”

[perssuassive]

try as he might, mars had an itch he just couldn’t scratch on his own. in fact—there was only one other person who’d ever been able to. ozwalt. they had given it a good five years this time; oz had sounded really serious the last time he’d told them to fuck off. it couldn’t be helped, though, mars thought to himself as he strolled a few yards behind oz. they could see the beaten up jean jacket, could recognize the exact holes they’d help create (and couldn’t recognize a few new ones). marceau had spent enough time trailing oz. he’d grown impatient. instead of continuing to follow oz, mars turned down an alleyway to get ahead of him. it was always more fun when their reunions were like meet-cutes. hat pulled low over their eyes as to not give the game away immediately, mars walked towards oz. they made sure they couldn’t avoid colliding, walking straight into oz’s path. “oh, excuse me.” ( @mdeinheaven​ )