#threefingrs

[biblicle]

          petite  hands  have  been  stroking  his  hair ,    careful ,   soothing .    it  was  hard  work  carrying  him  through  the  mines ,   he’s  twice  her  size  and  completely  deadweight  as  culebra  venom  begins  to  do  its  job .    he’s  been  healing  for  an  hour ,  now ,   and  she’s  covered  him  with  an  old ,  rotting  blanket  to  keep  him  as  warm  as  possible .     his  head  pillowed  on  her  lap ,   kate  tries  her  best  to  make  him  comfortable .   his  eyelids  flutter ,   her  palms  press  to  his  cheeks .   ❝  michael ?  ❞   she  didn’t  taste  much  of  his  blood ,   just  enough  to  glean  the  most  basic  information .    his  name .   his  age .   his  fear .    ❝  michael ,   are  you  awake ?  ❞       /      @threefingrs

[restgiven-blog]

       ❛ if you needed to borrow it, you could’ve just asked . . . ❜ kate trails off, reaches into her bag for the book, extending it towards mike after a moment, ❛ here. you need this one, right? ❜

@threefingrs​ ; ♥ ! 

[diligenttmarchived-blog]

    “     I  KEEP  TRYING  TO  FIGURE  OUT  WHAT  WE  COULD  HAVE  DONE  DIFFERENTLY       .     .     .     that  stupid  fucking  prank  should  never  have  happened,     ”     sam  muttered,  unsure  if  she  was  speaking  to  herself  or  to  mike.     it  was  definitely  a  rare  sight  to  see  sam  and  mike  together,  especially  since  that  night  at  the  washington  lodge  but  what  could  she  say?     she  missed  her  friend  and  she  had  lost  her  two  best  friends,  she  didn’t  want  to  lose  any  others.     she  couldn’t  keep  blaming  mike,  or  anyone  else.     she  just  had  to  accept  responsibility  for  what  she  did,  or  more  she  didn’t  do,  and  try  to  move  past  it,     “     how  are  you  doing?     or  is  that  kind  of  a  stupid  question  to  ask?     ”

@threefingrs  //  STARTER CALL : ACCEPTING  

[scarblonde]

@threefingrs. starter call.

that night was hell. it had taken it's toll on jess both physically and mentally, leaving the girl with scars that would never heal. she doesn't know what happened, doesn't know who was okay or what it was that chased them. all she knows is that she and matt had barely made it out of there. the interview had been beyond unhelpful, the girl not knowing what took her or how she got there. even if she did manage to explain what she saw, there was no way the police would believe it. she hardly believed it herself.

walking out of the interview room she sees the first thing that's given her any hope other than that helicopter earlier. mike. he made it. shaky legs move faster than they had earlier, the slightest hint of a smile appearing on her face. “mike!”

[bitchsurvived]

@threefingrs. starter call.

“what happened to your hand?” words attempt to fill the silence, discomfort and fear filling the room. chris is out there with someone they don't know, putting his life on the line to try to save someone that had apparently betrayed them all just hours earlier. it's safe to say tensions are high. "is it- like- did you bandage it properly? don't want you bleeding out of your hand all night.”

[blackwellking]

  @threefingrs​ / ♥ !

    ❝  yeah. sure, and i hope you’re aware that you trespassed in prescott property. you better explain yourself, or i could have you ARRESTED. ❞