#narratingthetruth

[thefvrious]

@narratingthetruth ->  first five asks get a kiss

Here she is again, standing right in front of him with that look on her face. All Karen Page has ever done for Frank is help him and put herself in harm's way. He feels fucking guilty for it every time, but god damn if he isn't drawn to her. She's a tough woman -- beautiful, rational, sound, but it can never work. He's a man hellbent on revenge, and she's a woman who deserves a life a ghost can never give to her.

Still, he finds himself succumbing to his baser human instincts. It's in the way she looks at him. God help him, but it reminds him of Maria. It hurts, too, sends a painful lance through his heart even as he steps closer to her. It takes only a moment to decide what he's going to do, his hand at the back of her neck to pull her in closer. The kiss is gentle, a little chaste, but it says all the things he can't, and he presses his forehead to hers, their eyes meeting.

"You gotta get outta here, Karen." He says, but he feels like he knows that even if she leaves they're going to wind up in each other's orbit again.

[thefvrious]

@narratingthetruth sent -> könig picking up frank to princess carry him!

The singing of bombs and the raucous booming of gunfire are what rouse Frank back to this side of the living. He can feel the acute pain singing in his head, in his body -- the heat of blood, the discomfort of injury as his body is jolted in a way he can't quite place. Is someone carrying him? Running with him?

He blinks once, twice -- the grit in his eyes burns, is uncomfortable, but when he reaches up to swipe it away he just smears blood all over his face. Confusedly, he catches sight of the masked face, recognizes who it is, what it is that's happening.

"Jesus fucking Christ, König put me the fuck down!" While there's plenty of heat in Castle's tone, he's a little too weak to do anything substantial about it, and -- truth be told -- he's more than a little alright with being carted off to safety this once.

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them . [ - from Billy]

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"You know what your problem is? No one has never told you no. You think that- that you can just look at women the way you do and they just what? Magically melt into your arms. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm not one of those girls, okay? I don't think about you. I don't wish you were mine o-or play out different scenarios in my head. I don't know what your fascination with me is, but it's not mutual, okay? So you're....you're wasting your time."

Brows crease as she realizes her voice sounds far less convincing than what her words are telling him, and then, without a second thought, Karen reaches up, her hand coming to his cheek as she presses her lips against his, kissing his surprisingly perfect lips. She stays there for a moment longer than she intends but quickly her hands come up to push him away.

"....Nothing....I felt nothing."

[thefvrious]

@narratingthetruth sent -> ∗ 34﹕ karen is  found  by  frank somewhere  she shouldn’t  be .

The never ending quest for vengeance has led Frank down another dark path, chasing another shadow, another ghost of a man that has sins he needs to atone for. Frank has become this Punisher persona, leaving behind the man and purpose he had before in lieu of seeking revenge for others, for people who can't get it for themselves.

Covered in blood and three breaths from death, the last person Frank expects to see here is Karen Fucking Page, but there she is... like an angel in hell. He freezes, blinking like maybe the sight before him will change. "What're you doing here? You... you gotta get outta here!"

[thefvrious]

@narratingthetruth said -> 096. — hiding an illness / injury

The shit he gets up to these days leaves him open to endless injuries, but he's alright with that. It's cathartic in a way, therapeutic, even . He likes the pain, it reminds him he's still alive, that the numbness hasn't wholly taken over. Seeing himself bleed reminds him he didn't die on that carousel, he's still got shit to do.

Still, that doesn't mean he wants Karen, or anyone else stupid enough to care about him, getting wrapped up in his bullshit. So, when she comes around with that concern painted on her pale face, he bites back the pain and pretends like it's all okay — pretends like he isn't bleeding under his black t-shirt. "Page." He says, offering her a rare smile. "Always showin' up at the best times..."

[thefvrious]

@narratingthetruth said -> “Uh, maybe one of us needs to keep their sanity here.”

"Uhh... what's that mean?" Eddie asks a little stupidly, his brow furrowing. Yes, he had been speaking aloud to the alien voice in his head, but that was his normal now, his sane. He couldn't expect her to understand that, though, and had to actively fight himself to ignore the alien's snarky comments from within his head. Grimacing first, Eddie offers Karen a placating smile. "I'm feeling pretty sane..."

[serpcntes-a]

@narratingthetruth : ❛ my hobbies include knowing and being right. ❜ ⏤ for foggy

that brings forth a sound between a laugh and a snort, both amused and not at all surprised that she'd consider that her hobby. it sounds ruder than he'd intended, clearing his throat to cover it up and taking another sip of his coffee. ❝ can't argue with you there. ❞ he answered with a light grin, setting the mug aside. a hand gestures for her to enter his office and hand the papers over to him so he could look them over too. ❝ how long did you spend trying to find that? did you actually sleep last night? ❞

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

shivers [ from billy ]

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The way her breath hitches was something she'd surely be embarrassed about later, but for right now all she could do was curse herself, and focus on the sweet heat his finger was providing and tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach.

Slowly her eyes close, her head falling forward before taking a deep breath. "....What are you doing?"