#ninefcld

[huntingbounties]

🧥 - Wrap a coat around my muse

    Freezing. The cold bit his flesh like hungry wolves, selfishly attacking each inch that it could find, which was a lot considering his tattered shirt. 

    Another day of fighting, and another day of finding himself beaten to a pulp.

    As soon as he saw his beloved friend, the man flashed a smile of bloody teeth and a dripping lip, his eye almost swollen over. “Ya shoulda seen the other guys,” he said, knowing how cliché it was, but it was also true. He was still walking and breathing.

     The other guys? Not so much.

      He heard her sigh and his head fell to a hang as he sat against the wall of her home. “I was supposed to take it easy, I know,” his foreign tongue muttered, a thumb moving up to wipe some of the blood from his jaw, “but I couldn’t help it. They said some shit to some people, tried to pick a fight with em, and I just knew that they needed to be put down.”

      He was using excuses. She was one of the few people whose opinion he actually cared about. 

     Roman wanted her approval. Her kindness. Her friendship.

     Soon, he felt a thick cloth sag over his shoulders and a hand pushing him to lean forward a bit before the fabric was wrapped around him. He looked to it and recognized it well, though it definitely didn’t look right on him as it normally did on her.

     He looked up to the woman with his one free eye and smiled softly before nodding. She offered her hand and he happily took it.

     Luck wasn’t something he leaned on...

     But he couldn’t deny that he was lucky to have her.

[rxngde]

          shin’s not sure of many things in this world. he lets most things pass him by. doesn’t pay them any more attention than he needs to - if it doesn’t affect him then it doesn’t concern him. but, when his light was stripped of him and he was stranded in the wilds with nothing but his wits and instinct to keep him alive? that didn’t pass him by. not quite. what little faith he had in the system was stretched to within an inch of its life, and now that news of a dead vanguard is rapidly spreading through the tower? well, perhaps shin’s interest is somewhat peaked. 

           gaze finds the exo’s from behind mirrored visor, head tilting slightly where he stands leant back against marble wall. “vanguard’s gone to shit, huh?” // @ninefcld //sc

[luxdelumin]

“there are nights i spend hours out here, just staring at the traveler. trying to understand the words its sends me.” ikora shakes her head, then adds, “and there are other days i realize just how many stars it hides from us.”

@ninefcld​ | starter call

[ultraviolext]

She rifles through papers on the desk-- the house is new and she'd let herself in, and while its occupant is gone the cat still hisses at her from where it stands. She hadn't run into anything surprising yet, save maybe that this Mimn was more organized than she'd given him credit for. She pauses when she hears the door open, lifting her head to listen more closely.

Shannon has a nasty habit of creeping into Abel’s apartment before he returns from his work. It was often late, but she never minds. Of course, the Brutal still has a key, and it takes far less energy to open the door like a normal human being versus teleporting in.

Just the same, the woman enters, finding the apartment dark and quiet. Her footfalls are light, lighter than Abel’s are, and she begins flipping on lights. 

“Lennon!” she hears the cat hissing in another room. “It’s just me!”

[huntingbounties]

"I think... that I could spend forever with you."

    In just a matter of words, she was able to stun him harder than anything. If a gun went off next to his ear, he wouldn’t have noticed it. 

    Was he even hearing her correctly? His head lifted from hers, watching it rest on his shoulder as his arm stayed wrapped around her. He was at a loss for words completely as he’d....never heard that before from anyone, or even anything similar to it. The very idea that someone would want to...

     “Do...do you really...do you really think that?”

[berserkyr]

       ❛   you  shouldn’t  be  back  here,  unless,  are  you  competing?  ❜  //  @ninefcld: sc.

[protectedwall-blog]

❛ how does it feel to be you ? ❜

❥   𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,  𝐚  𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  .

     Bright cyan came to settle upon the hunter. Her question set him into a slight state of UNEASINESS. Only slight. It drove him to settle back into his seat. Gloved hands brushing left over CRUMBS off the table in front.

      What does it feel like to be him..? To know the weight of the world isn’t on his shoulders alone, but to feel as if it is. To waking up ABSENT of someone he secretly LOVED knocking on his door to PESTER him. To expect to walk into the hanger and see him still standing. To wonder who might be the one to die next. Perhaps himself ? To stare up at the now woken traveler and mentally ask too many questions to count. Questions he so desperately yearns answers for. To feel as if every problem relies on his hands and his hands alone.. But perhaps that was what EVERY guardian felt. At least, a vast majority. MAYBE.

     Despite this, his lips pursed. “ I’m afraid I don’t know how to answer that.”

[redceyed]

"are you still alive?"

      the old Hunter’s eyes are practically torn open, a sharp breath followed quickly by a wheeze & a cough. the coyote leans forwards, his metallic limb lifting him up from the dirt, the whirring & hissing of mechanics sound off. a hot, searing pain in his midsection tells him that he had taken a hit, a rather painful one. it feels like a thorn in his side. 

    “ ..barely, looks like she doesn’t want me yet. “ a chuckle is quickly contorted into a hiss of pain, a glove reaches down to his midsection pressing down onto the pained area.