#valiantends

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@valiantends​  said:  “ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”    /    MEME.

with  all  that  the  gang  endures,  eliza  attempts  to  make  herself  as  little  of  an  inconvenience  as  possible  -  sure,  she  has  her  moments,  her  death  wishes  &  suicidal  tendencies  (for  fuck’s  sake,  they  all  do)  ...  but  right  now,  all  she  can  think  about  is  making  herself  as  small  as  possible  beside  this  bonfire  &  devoting  all  her  energy  to  protecting  those  that  she  loves.

&  speaking  of  love  -  ‘don’t  worry,  everything’s  going  to  be  alright.’  eliza’s  vacant  gaze  turns  toward  teddy,  then,  silhouetted  only  by  the  light  from  the  flames  ahead  &  moon  above.       “y’really  believe  that,  or  are  y’just  sayin’  it  t’make  me  feel  better?”       as  long  as  he’s  honest,  either  answer  will  do.  maybe  it’s  desperation,  or  maybe  it’s  just  impulsive  habit  -  regardless,  she  reaches  for  his  hand  &  holds  it  tight  -  appreciative  of  something  to  anchor  herself  to  reality  with.       “i  can’t  lose  anyone  else,  teddy.  i  mean  it.”

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she’s  happy  in  the  peaceful  lull  of  a  rhodes  sunset  -  sat  on  the  clay-caked  sand  &  silt  by  the  water  along  the  edge  of  camp,  eliza  has  her  feet  kicked  up  on  a  log  adjacent  to  where  she’s  resting.  the  guitar  held  in  her  arms  &  balanced  in  her  lap  is  so  carefully  handled;  fingers  plucking  absent-mindedly  at  the  strings  as  she  hums  a  quiet  tune.  in  this  brief  moment  of  respite,  she’s  just  enjoying  the  momentary  lapse  of  time  she  has  to  be  thankful  for  the  people  &  life  surrounding  her.

when  she  hears  nearby  footsteps,  however,  eliza  hardly  finds  herself  one  to  deny  company;       “teddy  -  baby,  c’mere!”       in  fact,  she’d  rather  beckon  him  over.  she  makes  room  on  the  stump  she’s  seated  upon,  patting  the  space  next  to  her  &  balancing  the  body  of  the  instrument  between  her  legs,       “lemme  show  y’a  few  chords.”

starter  call   /   @valiantends​.   🤍 🥀 

[katzengesicht]

   ‘ YOU GONNA STOP ME, THEODORE? ‘ the words are a firm challenge, and yet, ocelot’s lips are drawn into a lopsided grin. taking the revolver at his front and twirling it a couple of times, he regards the man with something that looks like lazy consideration, but is very much calculated. 

   ‘ i don’t think so, but go ahead and prove me wrong. ‘ 

@valiantends | one liners (haha)

[redempting]

NIGHT CREEPS IN LIKE A STARVED ANIMAL with a stomach that has never known satisfaction.  he can feel it gnawing at his fingers and toes; lurking in the depths of his bones.  it’s a cruel kind of cold :  the kind that won’t promise tomorrow to anyone.  least of all them.

this beast of nature is an enemy he can’t beat into a mess of blood and bruises, or load with a round of lead.  it makes him feel the fool  &  leaves him restless with a directionless rage. 

even after everything he’s done, everything he’s become--- he’s still powerless to protect the people he loves. 

seems to be happening a lot, as of late.  he still can’t close his eyes without seeing young jenny.

he frowns, clutching his coat tighter even though the wind hasn’t picked up yet.  the campfire is looking more & more inviting with each passing moment.

as he makes his way over, he spots a familiar figure.    ❝  feels like I barely seen head nor tail of you since that whole mess in blackwater.  how you holding up, teddy ?  ❞    he asks, coming up beside his friend.

 *     @valiantends​         //         ( ♡ )

[movingwiiaca]

“ didn’t think i’d find you.” ↳  @valiantends​   𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃   accepting.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆; 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒’ 𝐌𝐄𝐍. her time has been occupied with her home, instead of catching criminals on the run, this sort walks freely in uniform and maybe, teddy flood, can feel how high strung the woman is. leaning forward in the saddle, brows soften by a fraction, shoulders lower. but only just, for the back of her mind, every second counts. 

❝ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, ❞ it’s a weak attempt at humour and a smile. ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲? ❞ 

Sokanon doesn’t wait. Veering Wahiwa around the other, the road stretches towards east into the mountains.

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❝ call me sentimental, but i worry about you. ❞

the  words  take  her  back,  because  ...  well,  if  anyone  here  worries  about  anybody,  it’s  generally  kept  under  wraps  as  best  as  humanly  possible.  (the  stiflingly  lackadaisical  attitude  of  an  outlaw  agenda  -  or  whatever  nonsense  some  folks  preached.)  in  truth,  there’s  nothing  more  strengthening  than  having  someone  worth  worrying  over,  someone  worth  living  &  dying  for,  but  she  still  doesn’t  expect  it  to  be  spoken  into  the  space  between  them  -  no  matter  how  honest  or  innocent  the  sentiment  is.

“ now  -  why’re  you  doin’  that,  huh? ”      her  response  is  gentle  &  spoken  with  mirth,  the  corners  of  her  lips  pulling  upward  into  an  effected,  little  smile.  a  hand  comes  to  cradle  teddy’s  cheek  against  her  palm,  guised  as  a  physical  means  of  pulling  his  gaze  directly  to  hers,  but  it’s  more  tender  than  that.      “ what’re  you  worried  about?  that  i’m  finally  gonna  snap  an’  smother  dutch  in  his  sleep? ”      her  hand  drops,  and  after  a  quieted  chuckle,  eliza’s  head  tilts  &  her  expression  turns  more  neutral  -  still  surprised  that  anyone  puts  that  much  thought  to  her  well-being.      “ i’m  good,  baby,  i  promise.  i  start  t’lose  it,  i’ll  come  to  you. ” 

“ an’  ...  jus’  for  the  record, ”      eliza  speaks  up  once  more,  looking  up  from  where  she’d  been  wringing  out  her  wrists,      “ i  worry  about  all  you  hardheads.  ‘specially  you,  angel. ”       /       moon  kn*ght  starters  -  @valiantends  🤍 

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she  saunters  over  to  her  target  as  innocently  as  humanly  possible  -  hands  held  behind  her  back,  a  slight  spring  in  her  step  -  every  earthly  ability  that  eliza  kardel  possesses  to  masquerade  false  innocence  before  leaning  into  teddy’s  space.      “ hey,  blue  eyes  - ”      thus,  her  brightest,  kindest  smile  is  flashed,  head  tilted  slightly  to  the  side  as  she  speaks,      “ -  if  i  don’t  get  outta  this  camp  in  the  next  five  minutes,  i’m  gonna  start  knockin’  skulls  in. ”      so  much  for  the  sweet  demeanor.      “ i  wanna  do  somethin’  fun  -  let’s  get  outta  here  for  a  lil  while. ”

one  -  liner  starter  call   /    @valiantends​​   🧡  ☀️

[wiiaca-moves]

"  sorry;  this  might  sting  a  little...  " ↳    @valiantends​​    /    accepting.

❝  𝘠’𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,  𝘐  𝘤𝘢𝘯  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦  𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.  ❞  Sokanon  sheepishly  states,  subtly  eyeing  him  from  an  angle  which  his  fingers  direct  with  her  chin.  With  the  heat  of  the  gunfight  not  an  hour  before  wanes,  the  pain  along  her  cheek  serves  as  a  reminder  of  Teddy’s  quick  to  action;  a  full  bodied  man  suddenly  knocking  her  off  her  feet  as  two  bullets  hit  the  tree  she  previously  occupied  would  certainly  hurt  by  sunrise.  She’s  thankful,  no  doubt,  and  it’s  hard  to  ignore  how  close  he  is.  Even  more  so  with  certain  scents  filling  her  nostrils.  [  .  .  .  ]  Teddy  is  stubborn  though,  she  knows  that,  so  she  sits,  ignoring  the  pain  as  best  one  can  while  simultaneously  trying  not  to  blush.  This  is  ridiculous.  Sokanon  feels  a  thumb  press  under  the  ear  and  her  body  nearly  convulses.  ❝  𝐈𝐬  𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐛𝐚𝐝?  ❞