#tuesday reply

[tuesdaybelyakova]

Taras: "I'll carry you."

A heavy panting from the blonde could tell that she needed the assistance, but she looked up at the other and waved a hand. “I couldn’t… have you… do that…” Tuesday said, breathless.

[tuesdaybelyakova]

"You don't have to be alone."

"But I must be." She said, looking up at Nat. "It’s the only way."

[tuesdaybelyakova]

Open: Dark Alleyways

A hitched breath. A shudder. 

The cold melded around the blonde's body as she looked up into the night sky, stars twinkling brightly between the two brick walls that encased her left and right sides. Tuesday could barely breath, her chest felt so heavy as if weights fell atop her, too heavy to get a breath in and out. 

She looked all around her, her eyes in a panic as the anxiety of not being able let air enter her lungs made her situation worse. Cold, she felt, and her hand fell atop her shoulder- only to make her freeze in complete fright.

Wet. Sticky, to her palm as she lifted it shakily in front of her eyes. They widened, the hand slick with red as it dripped down her wrist.

Weak, cold and alone- Tuesday hoped the growing pain in her shoulder ended her suffering soon enough...

[tuesdaybelyakova]

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"How?! How is any of this for my own good, Nat? No matter what I do, I know they will find me and I will not have you nor anyone else to save me from what is ultimately my demise!" Tuesday’s cheeks reddened as she looked back at Natalia in a defeated state. "You can’t believe there’s anyway to save me. To save us."

[tuesdaybelyakova]

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"Don’t make promises you can’t keep." She whispered, feeling the bandages on her cheek. Her eyes turned towards Lucas and she frowned. "Too much has happened to me for you to try and save me now." Her head hung. "It’s pointless…"

[tuesdaybelyakova]

♰

The window's drapes billowed softly as the breeze entered the room, the blue sky in the background gleaming with a sweet calm that aimed to please anyone in a sour mood. Rays of warmth settled on the blonde's face and she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and she took deep breaths, a difficulty she found rather quickly. In… out… in… out… Her mind said, as her eyes looked around the room she was in. Unfamiliar, and strange. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she began to get up with a soft groan.

[tuesdaybelyakova]

♰ (even though nat's injured right now too, she'd at least try to help tues some xD)

Things flew by fast in the blonde’s mind, painful memories resurfacing. A shuddering breath, and Tuesday’s shot open as she sat up in a rush. Her breath hitched and she hissed in pain, looking down at herself. Tuesday blinked. Bandaged, and laying in a bed she didn’t remember being in. 

[tuesdaybelyakova]

@viking-prince

The wind blew through the trees outside of Trost, large ugly fingers scratching at the 50 meter cream colored Wall Rose. Atop the wall, stood soldiers- a similar crest of roses and thorns adorning the backs of their jackets as gear clanked in the wind. It was another day of work- another day of clearing unwanted visitors from the Wall.

The beings scratched at the Wall, their happy hungry faces ready to devour those innocent. Not today, as a single soldier flew across the Wall- swords drawn as she cut deeply at the nape of one Titan. The blonde hair billowed from her speed as she swung back onto the Wall, landing safely on her feet. 

She looked out in the distance at the trees and the beautiful scene as she dispensed her used blades. The familiar click of her new blades reattaching to her triggers was music to her ears as she pushed her hair back. 

Tuesday gave a running jump and dived back into the fray as others followed, swinging low into another.

(viking-prince)