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[hiistiger]

for @militarytrash | john

“Are you ready yet?” He isn’t really hurrying John, just trying to disguise the fact that he wasn’t quite sure how to brief him on what exactly is going to happen. Sebastian’s not worried too much about backlash - he can fix some of it and no one’s going to say anything to his face. He’ll find out the rest later. “You don’t have to look perfect, just like a reasonable human. There’ll be enough old men in the room that the competition will be greatly diminished.”

[veinstate]

@militarytrash / john.

        Even Grey has his days where things just... don’t work the way they should. He doesn’t like to think about why ( mostly because that would involve things such as ‘facing up to feelings’ and ‘exploring his many, many issues’, which he has precisely no desire to do ), but today the result is this: he’s stretched out the sofa with his eyes closed, a blanket draped haphazardly over his knees and an arm behind his head, and he hasn’t moved since he situated himself here this morning. The blanket has something to do with John, he’s pretty sure, but he had been paying so little attention for the past few hours that he hadn’t noticed its appearance in the first place. That probably says something about the day in general.

[murderasscience]

nic. || @militarytrash || continued from here

No. Nic goes for just shaking his head to convey that, leaving his hands free to grab onto Sebastian’s wrists, keeping him very firmly where he is. He may be nearly useless at everything else, and largely detrimental to their survival, but his grip is firm and his arms are strong, and he will hold Sebastian here as long as he’s able. Unfortunately, it also renders him mute. Frustrated, and not knowing how else to keep Sebastian from going off on what’s basically a suicide mission, Nic gives an exasperated look and presses in for a kiss. It’s short, and his point was probably made, but he releases Sebastian with one hand and tells him to stay with a hooked finger and a downward motion, a sign that usually requires both hands, but damn it he’s making an exception.

Despite the strong hand around his wrist, Sebastian twists his arm enough to free himself. He sees the motion for stay, but it doesn’t register in his mind. There are things he needs to do. And he has already accepted the fact that he might not come back from this but that ultimately it will give Nic more of a chance to survive. He’s accepted this. But then that kiss happened and now... His eyes search Nic’s and he sees the desperation, the urgency. And finally he closes the distance between them again, one arm wrapping around Nic’s waist, the other cupping the side of his face, and this time their kiss isn’t quick and to the point. This time Sebastian forgets to remember to breathe. And when he pulls away, his forehead rests against Nic’s and he nods. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

[gunmetclgrey-archived]

Continued from here with @militarytrash

    “ I hope he looks a lot worse...” Luckily his blood didn’t do anyhting to set her off, as she looked him up and down carefully. 

    “ Will this heal quickly or is it sticking around? Because we’ve got two options here.” Could he even drink her blood? Was that a thing? Of course it had healing properties, for humans and witches but she hadn’t exactly tested it on his kind before. Her arms caught him easily, pulling him to lean over her shoulder and lead him to the sofa. 

[brainylowell]

Mind over Matter || Andrew and Lowell

@militarytrash

His set has gone over well enough, but Lowell is tired. The dinner he was given, while still a musician, was a much more secluded musician. She had liked to sit at her window with her acoustic guitar and sing the blues. She went out only when she needed to. And every time she did, it was exhausting.

So as Lowell makes his way to the bar, he can feel himself collapsing in on himself. He wants to go home but he’s out of liquor at home, and going to the store feels like more work than just sitting at the bar. He raises two fingers. The bartender here knows him well enough to know what he likes. Andrew is his name.

“That was a sad set,” a blonde woman says as she slides onto the stool next to him. Her hand rests on his thigh. 

Lowell pulls his leg free and deliberately puts her hand back in her own lap. “Yes,” comes his only reply. He doesn’t look at her. Finally, though, he lets out a deep breath he’s been holding when it’s clear she’s taken the hint. Tonight, he’s not interested in her. Not like he was two nights ago. Lowell downs his drink and passes it back for a refill. “You closing tonight?” he asks the bartender. “Or do you get to skip out on cleaning up after the crowd?”

[traaaaaaaaashy]

for @militarytrash bc it’s johns birthday and alex is feeling like being nice?

The wrapping was awful, but the bow around the small box was fairly neat. She got that part right. Of course Alex had known it was coming up, and for a good few weeks she’d searched around for something that would feel enough to give him after everything they had been through. But nothing seemed like a decent gesture. She would’ve asked him, if she could remember how.

Of all her weapons, her silence was the most violent.

Inside the box were the last things with her birth name burned into them, the dog tags she had worn around her neck for years before being identified would be too dangerous. In her line of work it was a talent to be invisible and untraceable, not that anyone else was around to miss her if something went wrong. Not till now.

     “ I wanted you to have them. Nothing else felt right.”

Pieces of her were still terrified he might wake up one morning and realise where he was, what happened, and the monster he shared his space with. Yet if she kept working, he would be safe. If she kept this up, she could have him around. He stood by through her recovery, through her periods of hating herself and him for acting like everything would be alright. John was trying though, and that was more than could be said for her pathetic attempt at processing.

    “ Guess this way you have something of me around when I inevitably go distant on you.”

Joking about it was definitely too soon, but she had a feeling he might appreciate hearing the joke none the less. Her laugh was strained, it was going to take a while to settle back in.

     “ I’m sorry. I’m sorry I had nothing to say, and that I still don’t. And I’m sorry for lying to you, trying to keep you safe is... it’s what I was trained to do.”

Alex didn’t have to tell him the truth for him to know what those words meant.

[crueltywon-a]

militarytrash replied to your post: I’M NOT READY.  I’M NOT READY. I’M NOT READY....

FUCKING!!! FINALLY!!!!

excuSE ME. WE BOTH KNOW HOW EMOTIONALLY TAXING THIS BOOK IS. I LIKE MY SOUL INTACTY & I’M A CRIER. THIS WILL MURDER ME.

[tigersscars]

@militarytrash | andrew continued from x

“Hm, that would explain that dizziness. Get off me.”

“I’m just making sure you don’t pass out. Forgive me for caring.”