#offlamesandliquor

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|| Closed | @of-flames-and-liquor || Half the time she felt a competitive spirit fall over her when she got into a conflict around him; it was not a wish to impress, rather the determination to outdo and stand above him. Sure she got used to Patrick's presence but it was mostly just a tolerance, and a fight sure as hell didn't help the thin line of patience she had. It was this distasteful competition that kept her coherent in the heat of battle. It wasn't rare for them to overstep boundaries and cross the brittle line that was the law. Unfortunately this was nothing new and with gang activity becoming more potent worldwide a vicious encounter was no surprise; the sheer magnitude of the destruction they caused sure was to their opponents, though. Eddie muttered softly under her breath, fingers flexing to put a bit of time between charges of the weapon. Already the glove was heating up, a warmth to her skin that would be comforting if she wasn't already aware of the damage that would soon follow if she weren't careful. Briefly she peeked from her cover, eyes quickly scanning the empty space between either parties only to duck before she was able to make a proper assessment. "Fuck..." she muttered, though the word was drowned out by gunfire. She waited a moment for the noise to die down before growling, "How the fuck did a bunch'a delinquents get their hands on a gun like that?!" She grumbled wordlessly, half lidded gaze slowly trailing along only to freeze in place. The figure just to their side - pale light reflected off their metal body that shook like a leaf behind a poor excuse for cover. Apparently his only luck so far was going unnoticed. "Shit. Fuck this," she snarled suddenly, pushing herself off the overturned vehicle they hid behind and outstretching her hand. This was going to hurt, but it didn't matter; she wasn't going to give these sorry kids an excuse to hurt an innocent caught in the crossfire. The charge was swift, the burn starting dull and only intensifying over time. Her eyes flicked, catching the gas tank of the truck the members used as their own cover and changed directory last minute. Immediately after shooting, Eddie dove to grab the omnic's arm and pull him up. She then dragged him back to where she had just previously hid, ducking just in time for the truck to explode and send deadly scrap in all directions. She hardly noticed the screams, instead focused on the two people with her now. Without thinking, she slid her small, chubby body between the two, angled in a slightly protective fashion in front of the omnic and squinting challengingly at Patrick. She didn't speak, and so far the omnic appeared to be in too much shock to react negatively to the entire situation.

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There was so much blood and just knowing that it belonged to her made her wheezy. Her breathing just wouldn’t settle, breathes short, ragged and rapid. It made it hard for oxygen to reach her brain, only increasing her dizziness. In such a state she couldn’t think straight; she choked on fear and pain, barely able to speak through her hyperventilation. Every so often her glove would flare up, eyes flicking to the fire that flared from her palm but died down after a few seconds. She fought to think through the haze.

The blood she was losing was substantial, even causing her body to shake and a strange coldness to touch her. Such a strange feeling... Cold... Heat- Fire. She suddenly twitched into action, her movements sloppy as she unfurled the fingers on her right hand and moved his hands away from the wound. At first there was nothing and, given how she teetered over the edge of life and death found it difficult to muster the raw energy to run her weapon. It finally opened up after a long second, revving to life and shooting fire against the bleeding wound.

Her head tilted back, eyes squeezing shut and teeth clenching hard against the pain. While she wanted to scream she remembered the times she’d had to do this in the past, how she’d had to close a wound so gruesomely and silent to avoid being caught. Her vision flashed white as the pain got worse, hand shaking even firmly pressed to the wound.

She then tore her hand away, dropping it at her side and staring up. The wound looked so much worse with the horrid burn, but it was closed and she could no longer bleed out. She struggled to stay awake, avoid falling into death or a coma after that fight. Had to be worth it, she wanted to live.

“T-tell me,” she finally croaked, sharply inhaling at the pain that her burn caused, “W-w-why-” She broke off, wrinkling her nose and swallowing hard before continuing, “Try... So-hard... T-to keep me... Alive..?” She tensed, seeing darkness surround her vision. She tried to sit up, yelping as white hot pain shot up from the wound. Must stay awake...

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“Take my hand, I got you.”

Protective sentence starters | @of-flames-and-liquor

Flames reflected back from wide crazed eyes, cackling slowly dying down as movement died within her line of sight. Grin fell instantly when she came back to, fingers digging into the dirt she crouched in and head hanging. It happened again. Another black out. The blue fire that licked at any surface it could told enough of a story, pieces clicking but many missing in her head. Thankfully, this time the only death count came from the people targeting them to start with.

The voice behind her made her head snap to the side, eyes narrowing slightly. Still, the exhaustion and despair weighed her down and choked any chance at a snarky remark. She merely nodded, face falling as she accepted the offered hand and stood.

“I’m fine,” she replied quietly. A blatant lie as she turned her face away, staring unblinkingly at a small flame across the way. “... Let’s go.”

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She squinted at him a moment, placing a hand over her mouth as she yawned and shaking her head. She wasn’t a morning person and that was pretty obvious given her attire.. Or lack of. She uttered a soft snort as she moved to sit down at the table, placing both her hands over her face.

“Don’t remember, some store back home, though I doubt that’s the only place you’ll find one,” she replied, then paused and smirked over at him. “Might want one for men, though. Shirts for women so often have the waist, ya know? Can’t say its normally comfortable but I’m so used to it.” Eddie shrugged, lowering her hands and turning her head to the side.

“What time is it, anyway? Can’t imagine how little sleep I got...” she mumbled, half to herself. She was not good at sleeping strange places, though alone was a very different story. For some reason she felt more secure alone.

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❝ I set the car on fire. ❞

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS | @of-flames-and-liquor

Eddie cocked a brow at him.

“Yeah, and?” she asked, turning her attention back to her phone. She was typing a long message, humming to herself. After a moment of silence she groaned and rolled her eyes, lowering the device. “What, do you want praise or somethin’? Want me to clap for you?”

She placed the phone down and gave him a short slow clap that consisted of two, crossing her feet at the ankles and returning to her little message.

“We have feet, and legs. We can walk. Have you not walked before? Better learn to do it. Jareth and I will be moving shortly.”

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“I was pretending to be a ninja and the blade of the knife just flew right off and broke the window.”

A Little Too Drunk Starters | @of-flames-and-liquor

Eddie was just about to take a sip from her flask when his words sank in, and she stared at him for a moment as if frozen in time. She then lowered the flask and snorted, following up the sound with some quick laughter.

“Seriously? My god, I hope the knife was cheap... And the window wasn’t much to repair,” she replied, still shaking with the occasional bit of laughter. When she calmed enough, she took a swig of moonshine and grinned when she capped the flask to avoid spilling it. She wasn’t drunk, just buzzed. “So, what happened after?”