#v; compass

[holistic-ass]

@gentlegently​ continued from here

It’s like a little light flicks on behind Bart’s eyes as she takes in the rare occurrence before her: someone speaking to her, looking at her in the face and everything, and even going so far as to remember her name. Her real name, not the frustrating title that Blackwing slapped over her identity. She keeps grinning at Dirk, jaw parting to catch her tongue between teeth. It would be very easy to ruin the moment - it always was with Dirk, it seemed. One moment he would be kind and co-operative, shouting his own name, and the next he’d be running away or something similarly daft and annoying.

Speaking might well ruin the moment, so Bart lets him ramble on. He certainly knew more words than Bart did - “linguistically unambitious?” Bart chuckles. It sure didn’t sound as impressive in her rough voice. Other people always did talking better than her.

“I don’t really know what that means,” there’s no point in being ashamed about it, after all. She shrugs away the other questions; want and why were also something other people did better. A sharp tsk punctuates her words, as exasperation twists her features. 

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@motherly-sun

          At first he was confused. The last thing he had remembered was being in the cabin, or at least out in the woods. He couldn’t quite recall just what had happened since then, so he tried to dig through his memory as he felt his eyes try to flutter open only to be stung by a harsh light hanging overhead. Closing his eyes again to try and blink them back into focus, he feels a surge of pain run along his abdomen causing him to let out a soft groan. Just what had happened?

          Finally getting his eyes to focus, or at least as much as they would allow, he slowly glances around the room. It’s a hospital room. The walls are just as bland and void of color as he remembers them, and the smell of antiseptic is overwhelming to his nose. With his brows pulling together slightly in his haze, he sees a blur of movement out of the corner of his vision. As he turns his attention towards them his lips part slightly in surprise to see his mother sitting there.

          His voice is a bit dry and quiet, but he forces it out nonetheless. “Mother? What are you doing here?”

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@xlikeidontevenexist || 📷

          Though things seemed like they might start to look up that didn’t mean that it wasn’t still hard. He’d only begun to start walking around again a couple of days ago as well as started his therapy sessions with someone that Jumin personally hired. It was truly going to be a slow process and it was already draining him trying to come to terms with everything. What was his fault and what wasn’t his fault, what he had been put through, what he had to do to move forward, and learning to how to care for himself more was easier said than done. It weighed on his mind constantly and the last thing he wanted was to burden anyone with his issues, so he tended to keep more to himself but he also knew that at times he needed to learn to confide in others. This made him a bit glad that he had visitors even at the hospital as he recovered and waited for his eye surgery letting himself inch closer to the door that he so desperately wanted to jump in to start anew.

          Sitting outside on a bench in the hospitals small outside garden he took comfort in the fresh air brushing across his skin and filling up his lungs. Most of his stay had consisted of the heavy scent of sanitizing supplies that they used to scrub the rooms and the occasional meal that he wasn’t all that hungry for. So it was nice to get outside especially with having Jack’s company beside him for the moment. He hated wasting the younger’s time in a place that most weren’t usually the most comfortable in, but he decided to try and be a bit selfish and enjoy the time with him. Taking in a deep breath he began to play with the sleeve of his jacket as he sent a quick glance towards Jack and then towards the small patch of flowers just a few feet in front of them.

          “I hope that with everything going on that you’ve been okay. I...I’m sorry for any stress this may have caused you.”

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@psychoticlcve continued from here 📷

“You’re awake…” she mumbled, “Did I wake you? I’m sorry if I did…” Still, she was glad to see that he survived the two surgeries… Thank God she’d discussed this with Jumin! “Everyone in the RFA and especially Jumin were incredibly worried about you… I’m thankful that you’ve opened your eyes.”

          At her question he gently shakes his head in response. Just how long had he been out? And opening his eyes? Part of him was disoriented and confused as to what was happening with only knowing the bit of pain that passed by, but he shoved those thoughts aside for now in favor of something else.

          “Are you okay?”

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@silencedharmony​ || 📷

          Despite seeing the elixir V’s never taken it himself. In fact the mere thought of the action is daunting enough. He’s seen what it does to the Believers, maybe not firsthand, but he’s watched them pass through the halls after taking their dose. Their attitudes were less than desirable and a bit frightening, but not for the matters that one might think. To the former photographer it scared him to know what it was doing to them. Everyone in Magenta was mostly plucked right off of the streets in one way or another with promises of a happier life. A given vow of a place where pain could only touch you for a few seconds and then relief would find you through salvation all because of the Savior. Though V knew that this wasn’t a paradise and had every intention to do anything in his power to stop it.

          Unfortunately the task seemed to be a lot harder than he anticipated. He’d only been sneaking into the building for a few months now picking up on various aspects to make himself blend in better, but it also meant that the organization was progressing further. They’d already claimed another innocent victim dragging her in and sending her into the RFA’s messenger, and he knew that the elixir would soon follow suit as it always does. Knowing that they’d try to coax her into drinking it made a bit of panic rise in his chest. In whatever way he could he had to prevent that from happening.

          With a deep breath he walks around the outside of the building making sure to keep his head low. The only time he looks back up is as he hears more footsteps besides his own. It takes him a few seconds with his sight, but he comes to recognize her face. He’s never spoken to her personally and he isn’t sure what team she’s a part of, but he has seen her around and maybe she knows something, anything, that could be of use to him. A bit hesitant now he steps forward as he gives a wave of his hand trying to catch her attention while he tries to keep his voice firm.

          “Have you heard anything from the Savior about that new girl and her induction?”

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@manypcths || 📷

          It was hard feeling like all he was doing was causing more problems for Eun than actually helping. He had made a silent promise to himself to get her out of the Magenta building as soon as he figured out what was happening, and then vocalized it upon seeing her face-to-face for the first time only for that to completely shatter upon being dragged away and then locked up. Having Luciel come to get her out before something happened to her was at least a blessing, but that didn’t stop the guilt as they had even risked themselves to get him out. If anything it just felt like more kept piling up onto his list of things to feel bad about since he wasn’t sure how to repay them, especially Eun, for all that they’ve done for him. To be honest he felt like dead weight that should’ve been left behind to perish in that cell, and yet there he sat in Luciel’s car outside of their hideout feeling utterly exhausted and upset with himself.

          Pressing the side of his face against the cool glass it felt like he couldn’t get his mind to quiet down. Trying to focus on things that seemed a million miles away was pointless as his thoughts always seemed to come back to the present and the potentially worse future. With a soft grunt as he readjusted himself, he pulled his phone free from his jacket pocket before going to his texts. Not even thinking he went to the messages with Eun and, like the coward he knew he was being unable to directly face her, he texted her instead.

[ V → Eun-Chae ]: I’m sorry that you got mixed up in all of this. [ V → Eun-Chae ]: That you have to see me like this... [ V → Eun-Chae ]: I promise that I will protect you. [ V → Eun-Chae ]: They won’t touch you ever again. [ V → Eun-Chae ]: I won’t let that happen.

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           “Some days I’m left wondering if I’ve made my mother proud...I really hope I have. Though I wouldn’t blame her if she wasn’t after how I treated her. But I miss her so much my heart aches every day for her loss. I at least hope she knows how much I love her.”

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9! (Hiding a broken object.)

@tallgamertester || Send a Number to Find My Muse: Hiding a broken object.

         While his vision may have been getting worse that was currently the least of his problems. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb anyone by asking for a glass of water, so he had managed to pull himself up from the bed to head towards the kitchen. He wobbled a bit on his way there but had thankfully made his way there with no further issues. Though as what he believed his luck would have it the rest of his task didn’t go as smoothly. The glass of water that he had obtained didn’t seem to last long as his hand shook and he dropped it.

         Jumping back in his own surprise, he quickly knelt down to pick up the wet shards. It was difficult as they blended perfectly with the linoleum, but with a few cautious glides of his hand across its surface as to not cut himself he picked up what he hoped was all of the pieces. Carefully trying to hide the evidence of his accident in the garbage, he tried to stuff the shards under the rest of their trash in his effort to make sure no one saw it. The last thing he needed was to burden someone with another one of mistakes. Yet that didn’t seem to go in his favor either as he hears someone enter the kitchen and his shoulders stiffen as he straightens his posture. Turning towards her, his eyes are slightly wide and his hands are left grasping loosely at the air in front of him. Even his voice is somewhat panicked.

         “I’m really sorry...I didn’t mean to break it. It just slipped. I can replace it. Please don’t tell Luciel. I don’t want to cause him anymore trouble.”