bitch
we found you in the trash when you were a baby Â
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bitch
we found you in the trash when you were a baby Â
@ungunned / :) ?
â YOU LOOK LIKE YOUâVE SEEN A GHOST . â
[ braid ]
reactions to softness || accepting[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair. @ungunned
   SHEâS BUSYING HERSELF WITH SOMETHING â much too into cleaning her gun than she is in the world going on around her â casual in pace && dress as sheâs set her hat to her side along with her vest. itâs a small moment of comfort but she doesnât expect it to end in the sensation of hands in her hair.
   despite the feeling being a nice one â one she isnât so accustomed to â she squints red eyes, head turning slightly ( as much as it can with his hands holding her hair ) as though heâs doing he strangest thing a person could ever do in their life.
    â whatâre ya doinâ, jesse? â
   her words are sharp â suspicious â but she doesnât end up fighting it as her head turns to reset gaze on her gun, fingers working again as she exhales a small, soft sigh. it isnât a noise of annoyance â it could be mistaken â but for those that knew her they may see it for what it was: content.
   â go on, then. â
   â as if it were her idea all along.
ââ donât you dare touch me. â
         (  â  )                 Actions are sharp in the quickness at which she  r e c o i l s back at the snap of his drawl that  w h i p s  across her pallour, heart stilled and p a l i n g beneath her breast as fingers curl inward before tangling together in a forced reconcile of her posture, eyes  w i d e n i n g  at the sound of firm rejection before the tilt of her chin falls into the same rhythm as the r o l l of her shoulders so she may s h a k e away the surprise that f l i c k e r e d  across her countenance ; she had only wished to help, differing arguments against the topic of their continued employment, of the survival of what family had been stitched together, now obviously  c u t t i n g deeper than she had hoped. She bottles the hurt that pools beneath her skin keep herself from drowning beneath the r i s i n g waves that steal air from her lungs and leave her  g a s p i n g, hope  d w i n d l i n g  with every passing moment stewed in this repugnant aura which was a  p e r n i c i o u s poison that feasted upon what she had hoped to take with her in her departure, she would have to cling to the happier moments after she stepped through the  t h r e s h  and found herself once more civilian instead of agent but her heart s a n k at the scene ; it was not so unlike the days when her very name brought judgement, a feeling that years among Blackwatch she had nearly forgotten.
        â  Then I guess this is farewell, Mister McCree ; may you fare well in all your future e n d e a v o u r sââ â
( senses . // @ungunnedâ )
boops her nose
        (  â  )                 Touch sparks f l u t t e r i n g laughter from the ripe shade of a mused grin that grows b o u n t i f u l across her countenance, gaze a sea of trees vivid beneath the artificial light hanging over head as playful air is w o v e n upon her tongue and  s p i l l s within the flow of her chortle as the only response that comes to mind is, â   B o o pââ !  â
( @ungunned )
ungunned replied to your post âbitchâ
THAT AINT TRUE!
ask your mother
âALMOST MAKES ME WANNA TAKE THINGS SERIOUSLY ALL THE TIME, BUT THEN IâM LIKE, âBOOBS, FARTS, BOOBS, WHATEVER.ââ
( nine-nine / accepting / @ungunned )
she practically snorts with laughter, raising a hand to smack his shoulder playfully. â you dog, â she teases, cherry lips spread into a grin. heâs such a disaster, but thatâs never stopped her from adoring him â after all, she is quite the same. â that does sound like you. thatâs more fun than takinâ things seriously all the time, anyway. â
âyouâre my friend, of course i fucking care.â
â  youâre not a friend to me. â itâs venomous, the way he says it; all bark, all bite. despite the blood dripping down the edges of the metal at his chest, despite the wound that threatens the loss of another arm, he spits fire. â nor are you my keeper. how many did you just abandon to come check on me? focus on the fucking mission. â
â @ungunned || hurt | accepting