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[tixija-blog]

    The roar of the rotors fades after lift off from Motherbase, an easy comfort to the pattern and rhythm of another mission. Quiet’s eyes staring out the small window across from her with an idle fascination at the deep ocean below, it’s great streak of blue only ending where it met the horizon.

    “ Hmmm.”

A small hum, a satisfied sound as she stretches her arms ahead of her, pulling the muscles in her shoulders against the weight of the hard seats, the resistant material reddening her bare skin. She can feel the micro abrasions, stinging like paper cuts before mending by the parasite that covers. It’s normal now. The vibration from the rotors, Pequod’s voice from the cockpit, Venom’s occasional huff of a response. She looks to him, her wide eyes filled with a curiosity as she turns in her seat, seemingly satisfied to watch him for the time being.

@viceboss

[lefteden-blog]

❛ i don’t know you anymore. ❜

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     the resemblance is uncanny.  seeing him for the first time nearly made her heart stop, and even now, gazing upon his face is almost painful.  the rugged, scruffy good looks, slightly chiseled by time, stress and patchwork scars.  the stony, impassive expression, mouth set in his trademark frown.  and his eye – that one, lonesome eye that somehow carried the same fiery, combatant spirit that she’d come to adore so long ago.  it was all so familiar, so painfully familiar —– and yet, somehow so foreign.       it’s all artificial.  that much, she knows.  was this what he would have looked like?  would this have been his face, worn and tattered by years of conflict and loss?  before she can stop herself, she finds one hand reaching towards his face, pale fingers gently brushing against one of the stitch-like scars that mars his skin.  it even feels the same, and the almost nauseating, twisting feeling that rises in her gut makes her pull away, shoulders bristling as she pushes her emotions aside, nostalgia be damned.  he wasn’t Jack, no – but the distance between them, the utter disregard, was all too familiar. 

        ❛ you never knew me anyway. ❜