#navybuilt

[quietresistance]

i know your type. i’ve killed your type.

❝  YOU’RE  SERIOUSLY  AN  IDIOT,  YOU  KNOW  THAT,  RIGHT?  ❞           THE  SCOFF  that  slips  out  only  emphasizes  what  she  thinks  of  his  words,  not  that  she  believes  he  couldn’t  kill  someone.     He’s  a  former  SEAL,  of  course  he  has,    No,  she’s  laughing  at  him  because  of  the  threat,  a  ridiculous  threat.     Fingers  tap  on  the  counter,  a  steady  drumbeat  to  accompany  her  skewering  him  with  her  gaze.          ❝  I  doubt  you  even  know  what  my  type  is,  Owen.  ❞

[ofdearing]

    Claire keeps her gaze on the wall behind the bar, fingers twisting the neck of the bottle between them before she lifts it to her lips.  ❝ The point of drinking alone is to be alone. ❞ She’s not sure who she’s trying to convince, him or her. She knows better than to think she could be left alone in a space like this ( and even less after her testimonial ) but she supposes a girl can dream.  ❝ Or so I’ve been told. ❞

@navybuilt​, ( starter call ), 

[grcdyarchieved]

❝ maybe i’m dying tonight. ❞

                                                                                           florence & the machine                                                                                           accepting | @navybuilt

― * ✧      ❛ or maybe it’s because there was a little too much alcohol in the drink. ❜ lets just say that nathan wouldn’t be here if belle didn’t use those eyes of hers against him. she drove a hard bargain when she was desperate. she knew that the pair of them didn’t get along and this was probably her only way of making sure that they don’t KILL each other when they were around each other. by placing them in a public setting - rather FANCY setting but still public. ❛ you’ll be fine in the morning. ❜

[quietresistance]

stabs. (with a plastic spork bc she tried to confiscate his sixth (6th) cup of cafeteria jello)

                ❝  OW!  ❞          HER  HAND  JERKS  BACK  WITH  THE  CRY,  BROWN  EYES  watering  as  lips  pouted.    It  might’ve  been  just  a  spork  but  it  stung  and  she’s  rather  put  out.        ❝  You’re  terrible.    That’s  my  one  good  hand.  ❞           It’s  a  hiss  as  she  presses  her  hand  to  her  chest,  delivering  a  peeved  glare.    The  other  is  still  wrapped  in  a  cast,  all  but  useless  to  her  for  another  few  weeks.    And  he  shouldn’t  be  eating  so  much  jello...          ❝  You’re  going  to  be  sick  if  you  keep  eating  that  stuff.  ❞          At  least  she  has  someone  to  mother  for  the  moment,  taking  her  mind  off  her  own  issues  and  shortcomings,  still  trapped  in  a  wheelchair  with  two  limbs  in  casts.    And  after  his  heart  attack,   he  doesn’t  need  to  be  more  sick.          ——  actions  ||  always accepting

[grcdyarchieved]

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

                                                          the five senses.                                                     accepting | @navybuilt

― * ✧      a snort escapes her lips as she looks up from her bowl of food. blue eyes narrow at her brother as he wandered into the living room. she had spent almost two hours cleaning, she didn’t think she’d leave this much of a mess - but WELL guessed when she worked almost 12 hours each day, she didn’t have time for anything. ❛ okay - well one that’s rude. ❜ she mumbled forking another piece of pasta into her mouth. ❛ and t w o you helped create the mess that was here. ❜

[grcdyarchieved]

“ i’m not talking about this ANY more. ”

                                                    welcome back the smol sibling.                                                          accepting | @navybuilt

― * ✧      she’s quiet for a moment. teeth gnawing at her bottom lip for a couple of seconds, before she heaves in a breath and lets it out slowly through her nose. hands clasp together in front of her as she shifts from one foot to the other - she’s been worried about him. and it’s not the usually sibling worried about each other either, it was full on haven’t seen you in weeks and you look like shit kind of worry. ❛ you might not, but i am ! ❜ her voice raises just a tad, she never raises her voice at owen.

                                                        well - not recently anyhow.

blue eyes have a hint of concern and mostly annoyance. ❛  you’re not sleeping owen. what’s wrong ? ❜ she questioned. ❛ i’m worried about you. ❜

[quietresistance]

‘ if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore. ’

❝  HEROES  ARE  DIFFERENT  THINGS  TO  DIFFERENT  PEOPLE.  ❞          IT’S  MORE  an  interpretation  thing,  isn’t  it?    Whether  someone  is  a  hero  or  not  and  why.    Elbows  prop  on  knees,  chin  on  hands  as  she  falls  silent  for  a  moment,  almost  studying  him  absent  mindedly.     Heroes  to  one  person  might  be  villains  to  another...  doesn’t  matter  really  what  anyone  else  thought.    Trying  to  stifle  a  cough  only  ends  badly,  Katherine  hacking  into  her  arm  but  her  shoulders  rose  in  a  shrug.    A  few  minutes  pass  before  she  catches  her  breath,  but  once  she  does,  a  weak  smile  forms  on  her  lips.           ❝  You’re  still  a  hero  to  me...  and  probably  to  a  lot  of  people,  you  know...  ❞

[quietresistance]

navybuilt replied to your post “someone ought to kiss kitty, just saying…”

[ gives her a brotherly smooch on the forehead ]

*not what she was looking for but she’ll happily take it*