#proviidence

[ddelaware]

                        “you know ---” she cuts herself off with a soft grunt of pain, the sharp jolt sending waves through every nerve of her body. getting shot is one thing, but the after-care was just as important, if not more; determining your level of suffering and whether you die of lead poisoning or not. this man, however, was certainly not as careful as her other colleges. perhaps because with the other boys she calls her friends, she is much more a cry-baby, “when people usually do this, they tend to be a lot gentler,” 

@proviidence​// sc.

[amanthatneverwas-blog]

Eyes, body shape, nose

Nose: Prominent, very long and fairly broad, with a high bridge and the tiniest beginning of a hook. V handsome

Body shape: Lithe, as one might expect of a spy, but a little bit short and stocky. Probably best described as a cross between Engineer and Spy, leaning a bit more Spy

Eyes: Rather full, with naturally long eyelashes. A light shade of blue that’s greyed a bit with age, even as his hair didn’t.

[ultraviolext]

@proviidence

Shannon crowds him where he lays, peppering his face with kisses. "I'm cashing in your vacation time."

Knowing full well he only has the customary one day per year.

"For the next week, you're mine."

[ultraviolext]

@proviidence [ continue ]

Shi..er, Shannon (how long has she been under an alias?) has a contented, if sly, expression as she dotes on Abel. It is unfair, perhaps, to disappear for months at a time before an unannounced appearance.

But Shannon never was the best at considering the feelings of others, and now, even less so.

Abel is special, though. A ghost to her as much as she is, tethered to some unknown piece of her being that still has memory, and fondness, and the painful understanding of lost love at no fault of his own.

"Hey," she purrs, staring at his mouth more than his face, as if considering a kiss. "You look good. Miss me?"

[cybled]

[attempt] + [curse] @ jax 😌

𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. / accepting!

There's a point during the fight—Sav marks it at about three minutes in—where he thinks maybe this kid could kill him if he really wanted to. If there wasn't that scrap of fear still tucked away inside him. Can't blame him, really; he'd watched the man obliterate the other Dredgen in a wall of flames and snatch his Ghost from the air before it could flee.

The sound of it shrieking as he crushed it with Void energy is still ringing in their ears.

He's gotta respect the guy. There's enough cuts and burns on him to warrant that much. But eventually he does manage to get him pinned down beneath his knees, his hand coated in a haze of pulsing indigo pressing firm against his throat. Abel curses and spits, and Jackson laughs.

"I like you," he says, almost purring as he leans down close. "How about we cut ourselves a deal, hmm? You come with me, we keep the rest of those arseholes off each other's backs."

Beneath the helmet Jax can feel the other doing a quick mental calculation. Weighing his odds. Maybe planning to kill him later on. That's fine, he supposes. Bit of fun after centuries didn't harm anybody.

A stiff nod is given and the Risen blinks through space away from the man on the floor, brushes off the dust and dirt from his arms, grins toothily beneath his helmet.

"You're gonna have a grand time with me."

[ultraviolext]

“let me take care of you, for once.”

“...Why? I’ve done nothing for you but hurt you and made you miss her. I just use you.”

[ultraviolext]

@proviidence​

“So how mad would you be, exactly, if I stole you away from work for awhile?”

[ultraviolext]

@proviidence​

“Aren’t you sweet.” Shannon drapes her arms around Abel’s shoulder, rising up on his tip-toes to smooch his cheek. 

“Listen...you want to go on a job with me?”