#srnokeguy

[purestsouls-moved]

@srnokeguy | fetch continued from here

she hadn’t stood more than a few feet away from him, making the aim much easier, yet she didn’t care. fetch stood still, her feet spread to keep balance, which she knew wouldn’t be much help against delsin’s smoke, but the main part of her stance was how her eyes were locked with his. she didn’t fear him, nor would she ever, why would she? she didn’t fear death, and at least with him she got a pretty good FUCK every now and then. 

she gave no reaction to his countdown, but as five small rounds struck at her shoulder, she flew back, off of her feet, with glowing neon flying from her skin. it wasn’t really a cry of pain, or a scream that she let out, more of a muffled noise of startlement. her teeth clenched tight together, she rolled her painfully burning shoulder back, wincing, yet cracking her neck as she stood up and made her way back to delsin. this time CLOSER.

slender, glowing fingers wrapped around his wrist, raising his hand to her bare chest, just above her tops neck hem, and pressing his hand to her heart. 

                             “—HERE. harder. HURT ME, you pussy. “

[jokxlfrosti-blog]

@srnokeguy || XX

   "-----Wow. You’re definitely on the Naughty List, aren’t ya.” Although that expression might not be suitable for a man like that -- one who seemed to embrace this evil side of his so gravely. “Y’know... You kind of remind me of the Bogeyman. Just...worse.”

[nanobio]

@srnokeguy

          ‘ i’ve seen you on the news, mister rowe. you’ve caused quite the stir in america. ’  although she didn’t much pay attention to things outside of the omnic crisis — her main area of concern — she had seen the claims of ‘bioterrorism’, of people with powers attacking people all over the country. the main one of course had been delsin rowe. although overwatch hadn’t been concerned with it yet (there was a woman over there, she doesn’t know her name, but apparently she was taking care of it), angela had kept an eye on the news just in case.  ‘ you’re bringing the wrong attention to yourself, it seems. ’

[lunarcries-a]

@srnokeguy

“Tell me… Do people fear you?”

Her words are cool and hushed, mumbled from a shuddered breath as she lingered in the shadows. Eyes glinting in the dim lighting, she frowned, huffing at the bitter smell of smoke and ruin.

“Are you Seattle’s shadow? You smell of blood.”

[neonwieldinga-blog]

@srnokeguy.

  ❛ for the record? this wasn’t my fault. ❜

[epuilibrium-blog]

Does it hurt when I do this?

Accepting.

A hiss escaped her, hating the snap of her wrist as the Conduit above her twisted it. She was down already, defeated, did he have to torture her like this?“After all the mercy I’ve shown you? Shown our kind? This is how you repay me?” Her words are all she has left, Concrete having been drained long ago. Augustine was pulling at anything she could get her hands on now, anything that may let her survive this encounter. “You’re nothing, Delsin Rowe. Just another bug running from my boot.”