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[sovietstrings-arc]

" that's not the part that's bothering me, " across the table, his shirt tied into a torniquet, rick's busied with a half-loaded magazine, this argument a labored one that kept kicking and screaming despite time spent silencing it. the tipping scale. where good men died and blood ran free ; there was enough on his hands for many, many lifetimes, and the prospects of more held no reins over him. guilt hadn't cured anything in the past. but the method..

" there are other people in there, " clueless people. people who sat behind cubicles, unaware of which side they're playing for. they filed papers, answered calls, and clocked out at five.. " ten pounds of c4 isn't what i had in mind. "

@puppetflag , s.c.

[cr4zedgunz]

@puppetflag  :     i'll  find  something  useful  to  do  with  my  life.

VIGILANTE     is  quick  to  tilt  the  nondescript  blue  of  his  head,  squinting  beneath  his  visor  as  though  to  process  the  proclamation.  He  finds  it  unsatisfactory,  in  that  something  about  it  is  incomplete.     It  assumes  Rick  could  only  ever  be  useful  alive     -  which,  to  peacemaker's  favorite  human  companion,  just  may  not  be  the  case.  "I  mean  –   broaden  your  horizons,  honestly.  I  can  name  a  few  useful  things  you  could  do  with  your  death,  too."  Benevolent  as  he  is,  he  must  educate  the  poor  man.

"Like,  you  wouldn't  be  a  problem  for  us  at  all  if  you  just  –   "  He  brings  the  barrel  of  his  pistol  to  the  tip  of  his  own  mouth,  then  mimes  shooting  and  dying.  "I  think  you  should  consider  it.  I'll  even  help  you  out  if  you  need  it,  man.  I  gotchu."

[lookedinfinite]

❛ sugar , we're going down swinging ❜ from @puppetflag

in truth, maeve knows how she worries him. her ability is - in theory - something that should be a relief for him. a promise of protection, of some sort of barrier between brunette and the danger their lives threatens with. it should bring him certainty. and yet there's none of that. he knows her. knows how her refusal to actually use it to protect herself has left her hurt time and time again, he's seen the bruises before their speedy recoveries, wrapped the wounds she couldn't ignore. 

a little selfishness would do her good, might even be needed. hell. even a little violence. yet his insistence on at the very least teaching her some self defence surely only adds to his frustration. growing up she was a dancer: that elegance, that grace, still clear even in her naturally quick movements... though speed can only help for so long. little grunt echoing when arm around her waist tugs her back towards him, words soft in her hair. "you can go down swinging. I think we both know I'm not much of a physical fighter." still head rolls back, briefly resting on his shoulder as legs give small kick to the air. 

[decemannos-m]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ was molasses, deliberately so... cerebral cortex swollen with the intake she was struggling to process...

...the ghoulish chill of the spine brought by reuniting with someone you thought was dead mere minutes ago, the rush of primal desires that come from the recollection of passionate nights together, and the confusion of what the future might hold.

Emilia Harcourt was no broad, she was fully cognizant that a man of Rick Flag's expertise getting a second spin at life? It could only mean vengeance...

...and with vengeance came bloodshed.

Finally she breaks from his personal vicinity, her eye locking with his, ❝ Not sure if you paying me a visit first is a compliment or an insult... ❞ she trails off, eyes moving to focus on the fridge behind the soldier, ❝ You want a beer? ❞

Could she be blamed? There was a million questions foaming at her mouth... and she suspected that the same notion equally applied to the man she partially had a hand in killing.

@puppetflag from x

[lookedinfinite]

" I like it when you smile " from @puppetflag

maybe it's a little tragic: how entirely unused to compliments brunette is. these days she's so buried in her work, so focused on others, what little social life she had before her temporary death is long since buried in a grave meant for her. people need her. and as hard as she works to keep herself a faceless, nameless presence... it's that empathy that keeps on betraying her, keeps on leaving her in harm's way. 

everything about scientist is subtle && sweet, smile not large yet warm all the same. breeze on a summer's day, a moment of relief between all the constant seriousness. "look at you, working on your people charming ways." maeve jokes instead, ignoring the heat she can feel in cheeks at such direct attention. what a frightening thing it is, to be perceived. "you make me sound so terribly serious." 

[invisingsrchives]

@puppetflag sent : " 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 . "

she chuckles almost immediately , used to the attention as much as she didn't want to admit it . there was no lie , her beauty was an asset , though often times she found it tiresome that everyone sees her for her looks still than her incredible intellect . sometimes admittedly , it was amusing to poke a little fun back since the storms were always good with their words , and most of all , their charm .

" i hope you're not talking about yourself there trooper , it's starting to look like you're describing yourself . "

[whitewdow]

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  」 / @puppetflag

she's bringing a glass up to her lips when he catches her looking in his direction , green eyes meeting his above the rim of the glass . vodka neat , just the way she likes it . she holds his gaze , appreciates the way he doesn't look away . it feels sort of like a challenge , causing a faint little grin to tug on the corners of her lips as she sets the glass down . too bad she's here for work .

she's been tailing him for a while now . so much so that she's surprised it has taken him this long to notice her . it wasn't like she was hiding in the shadows . well she had been up until now . no , the widow wanted him to notice her . he showed up on her radar a few weeks ago ... an outside source hiring her to gather intel on him . an easy job , really . but ... he piqued her own curiosity . so here she was with a more ... direct approach . she gives him a little wave , acknowledging the lingering gaze . is he going to come over ? she wonders , tilting her head to the side . she can't imagine he's shy , that thought has her grin widening .

[indirecticn]

don't look at me like i'm the only one lying.

"Oh, but there is a difference."

At times it is a subtle thing, like the way certain sources of water are brighter on the tongue than others, or how the shape of the snake's head is more rounded and thus it is less likely to be the one that will kill you with a bite.

Still bites though.

Still water down the gullet though.

Loki's lies are either jewels he places on your throat, at your ear, on your pretty fingers, or they are chains upon chains upon chains. Would Rick believe that there are times Loki binds himself up on purpose?

Rick lies and Loki wonders if the man enjoys his chains too, or if it's that he is frightened of the thing that is unbound when all the lies are suddenly useless and broken.

"Would you like me to be honest?" his voice is silk soft and honey warmed, dripping with a subtle sweetness that could charm a cobra. There is some truth there in the pinch of his eyebrows, the wrinkle that forms when concern melts with wonder.

"Yes. I did save you. But I did not mean to. Fate is funny like that, it doesn't care what intentions one holds. If it meant for you to live and for my hand to be how then so it is, my darling."

His head tilts.

"Now it's your turn: did you want to be saved?"