#terrawrought

[sicarea]

                                          𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓                                                                       always accepting

He doesn't expect the outburst of emotion from her, not in the form of tears, anyway. She is strong, a true survivor if he's ever seen one. But this narrow escape from hunters seems to have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Turning to face her, Isaac closes distance between them, wrapping large, muscular arms around her form (at the risk of being punched). Stroking her hair, he guides her head to his chest, soothing her as best as he can. "Hey, hey, it's ok, we're fine. Breathe."

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇  ——   and for a moment she feels tempted to break all contact,   to take a step back,  punch him square into his jaw and teach him the lesson,   show him how much she hates being touched without permission.    It takes her a minute or two to convince herself that he is not the enemy,   that all he wants to do right now is help her gather her composure,  help her drain all of that she’s feeling inside,  all of her anger,   all of her fear,   all of her frustration,   (  and she hates it.  she hates it,  she hates it !   ).     Eventually,   she stops squirming under his touch,   she was tired,  exhausted of fighting,   completely worn out.   Melting was almost inevitable and so she began to slowly give in.    A ragdoll now,  only his arms hold her broken figure,   her shattered spirit,   for if he were to let go of her she would surely crumble at his feet like a 2000 pieces puzzle.   She was nothing but a mess of tears,  shivers,  and sweat.   

                 She clings onto him as dirty nails curl around the fabric of his clothes.    A moment passes,   she says nothing only a stampede commences to decrease its speed under her skin.    A wild heart was trying to imitate the throbbing of his own.       ❛     i   ---    i can’t       ❜         she utters in a stutter as words are muffled against his chest    ❛     i can’t do this anymore     ❜      she repeats or rather,  finishes her confession as she slowly pulls back.   

                  Chapped lips are pursed,   reddened eyes do not dare to look up at him,  instead,  they focus on his lips,   she’s shown enough vulnerability for a lifetime     ———       ❛      i’m tired,  Isaac      ❜      a whisper.  Shoulders rise and fall expressing defeat      ❛     you know what i thought back there ?      ❜      she swallows.   it feels like sandpaper !       ❛     ... for i moment i thought that i was going to die and it felt good    ❜       bizarre wasn’t it ?    but she had meant every single word.       ❛    for i moment i forgot that i don’t die  ...     ❜

[azhefa-moved]

is eclipse complaining about smut? bc i have unanswered asks from her that'll make you blush, ya feel??? xD

@terrawrought

[tcmbstoned]

@terrawrought | —  UNKNOWN.

 IT WAS DARK, THE sun having set about three hours before. She had been STALKING around the small little camp as if it were her lifeline. The rest of her crew had fallen ASLEEP --- crew... perhaps was a too familiar term. The people she was traveling with was... better, but not quite. The assassin knew she would survive any sort of issue they managed to wind themselves into, was aware that she was better than MOST. Which is why she usually spends most nights CREEPING around keeping an EYE on stragglers. On those who might be there just to cause TROUBLE. 

Discipline is in her hand, larger than most of her daggers, thicker --- and designed to be able to rip through BONE without a single thought. She turns a corner --- comes straight face to face with someone she’d seen before, but barely knew --- and absolutely GROWLS. Her ears had caught on the sound of footsteps, she’d been tracking him for the better part of half an hour.  ❝ You’ve GOT to be kidding me. I almost KILLED YOU. ❞  Hand with the dagger drops; not to her side, but close enough.

❝ What the hell are you doing out here so late? ❞  Zahirith is HISSING at him now, pale gray eyes fierce in their intent.  ❝ It’s not safe, and you seem to be willingly putting yourself into DANGER. ❞ 

[sicarea]

❛   𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖,  𝐘𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀 !   ❜      ——    she says, motions accompanied by a sharp roll of her eyes and a deep and heavy intake on air      ❛     i don’t know how you did it,   i mean,   i’m still trying to understand what the infected are,   but i know what i saw okay ?    ❜      

☣.•°* TERRAWROUGHT ┆ “ sc

[agentxiii]

He recognizes her, familiarity flashing behind his eyes from classified files he'd seen what feels like a lifetime ago. Fingers curl into his palms as the ground beneath them trembles at his silent command. Clenched jaw precedes a single utterance before lips part to raise the question. "You here to kill me?"

💣 »  @terrawrought​​  +  uh oh... ! (◕‿◕✿)

THE VIPER WATCHES HER PREY,     monitoring every micro-movement with a fixed vigilant gaze that slowly drips down,   from the miniscule tips of his hair of his head to crumbled earth below his boots.     That tiny tremor in threat just now was definitely not of  n a t u r a l   c a u s e s ,   that was for sure,   so it was safe to assume the newly arrived was the one to have such a power over the earth.     With this information,   she stands there in the middle of nothing   –––     still,   quiet    –––  preparing herself.          ❛    I don’t know.   ❜          Sharon confesses,   though it comes off somewhat…     Careless.     Like she didn’t concern her if it was something to put on the ever-growing agenda.     The most interesting part of this exchange was that he’d seemed to recognise her and that it wasn’t a two-way recollection;   So her reputation proceeded her,   it seemed.     Good.     Still,     the freelancer finds that it made no difference:   If he were to stand in her way,   she’d hold no reserved in pushing him aside.    Deciding that to be the case,   she volleys a question back at the stranger with the gentle tilt of a chin  –––  curious,   even challenging.          ❛    –––––  Should I ?   ❜

[wonderstxrs]

he feels like the eyes of everyone in this place are boring into him. but he can't blame them. there was a point in time when he was the one who was hunting them down, rounding them up for containment. but that doesn't matter anymore. all he can do now is try. try to earn their trust and help in any way he can. "give me something to do," says as he approaches the violet-haired woman. "i'm climbing the walls here. please, clarice, gimme something. anything."

RANDOM MEMES :3 // @terrawrought

Reed used to be working on the mutant task force, and he turned around. The least she could do was give this guy a chance. Didn’t mean she had to like it. Unlike the mutants who’re able to HIDE their gifts, she never had that. And he along with other close-minded people were the reason she’d been on the run half her life. But.. if more would turn around, that might actually give mutants a future. Her gaze shifts from him to the mutants around them briefly. ‘’You can get them extra blankets,’’ but she had a feeling he rather got a task that wouldn’t have him talking to any of the glaring mutants. ‘’unless you’re a great cook? they need food and.. it’s not my specialty,’’ they were in need of one since the last one got taken. And John wasn’t back yet. 

[panamastayed]

@terrawrought said:

Sketchbook in hand, the dark, shaded lines of Karter's silhouette jump off the page. It's just something he's thrown together on a whim. Isaac finds himself drawing that which inspires him. People, places, and things that leave lasting impressions on his weathered soul. Mahogany hues flit up to Kart's face when he notices his presence, a ghost of a smile spreading on his lips as he tilts the book toward him, revealing the sketch of him. "Whaddya think?"

IT WAS no secret that Karter was the type of person who OFTEN times preferred the more humble & calm environments. IT’D BEEN nearly two months since he willingly revealed himself to Zari & her friends and he was BEGINNING to feel the slightest BIT of comfort in himself. HE found himself questioning things he never thought he’d question before. MAYBE that was what drove him to become a little more curious.

HE’D ALWAYS found fascination in watching others. SEEING what kind of little quirks they had that made them unique, and LATELY his focus had been nonchalantly set to ISAAC given the fact that he seemed to be the MOST perplexing of everyone. THERE seemed to be an odd duality to him. ISAAC always seemed to distraught yet HERE he was exhibiting the more gentle side of man that so few ever really got to see.

HE BLINKS, eyeing the picture and studying it intently. HE WASN’T much of a talker, and by now MOST people had gathered that fact considering that he was more of the type to STUDY & not speak. It was the way he’d lived most of his life ( DUE in no small part to a rather UNPLEASANT experience as a youth ) but when the picture is presented to him he casts a WARM smile. NORMALLY he’d write out some detailed response in the pages of his journal to adequately CONVEY his emotions on the picture, BUT THE FAMILIARITY and apt gentleness THAT CAME with the picture was one that needed no such response.

INSTEAD there’s a smile. FAINT as it might be, Karter was the type of man with very little ROUGHNESS to him, and there was no greater PLACE to see such a thing than in his SOFT SMILE. It’s punctuated with a nod as his gaze LINGERS IN awe for a moment longer. HIS MOTHER WAS WRONG.

People could be kind...SHE JUST didn’t see it.

[sicarea]

☣.•°* 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ┆ “  @terrawrought​​​​  /  accepting

“ you mumble in your sleep. ”

❛   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎   ❜      ——     she confesses,     the tune of her voice makes her words sound apologetic and the expression on her face reflects exactly how ashamed she felt to hear that     ❛     my mom had to lock the doors and hide the keys because apparently i would go out barefoot and wearing nothing but my pajamas in the middle of the night   ❜       a soft laughter escapes,   fingers nervously clasp in front of her.     ❛    i don’t do that anymore    ❜       

                 what a relief,     really.    she wouldn’t be alive otherwise,   just picture what would happen if she were sleepwalking and stumbled across some of the infected or a group of survivors     ❛      i’m sorry if i didn’t let you sleep    ❜         --------       she will take the next watch.     surely she won’t let Isaac spend another night enduring such torture       ❛       you can wake me up when i start mumbling   ...    i’ll probably break your nose but at least i’ll stop     ❜      she teases.