#virusfought

[serenitysought]

               @virusfought​​ said :  [ SHOWER ] for our muses to bathe together

                                              starters for quiet muses 

just because they heal rapidly doesn’t mean muscles still aren’t sore or bodies don’t ache. perhaps its all in his mind since he feels he might deserve a little pain after what they’ve done . today was too full or events that paul won’t begin to attempt to process . booker . andy . merrick . all of the information too intense and explosive for a fatigued pacifist to comprehend . for now all he wants is a shower to wash the massive amounts of blood from his flesh , some of it is his . most of it isn’t . 

when he shuffles into the bathroom , the water is already running at the temperature he most desires . hot enough to see the steam floating through the air and he couldn’t be more thankful for a man like to chris to know exactly what he needs . with as tired as his other half if , it doesn’t stop him from lifting paul’s shirt over his head  to discard it into a pile atop his own . then the rest of what he wears along with it  . his love steps in first knowing that paul is still in a bit of a daze , hand in his chris guides paul into the steaming water . 

at first it stings from the heat but that feeling quickly subsides and paul allows the stream of water to wash over him and seep deep into his muscles . clear water in bottom swirls into drain quickly turning red . its almost mesmerizing as he gazes down at it . the contact from his scot never falters or breaks , simply it transfers from his hand to his shoulder or waist . the touch goes to his hair to rinse blood from it with gentle strokes and even softer tugs for the more stubborn sort . 

oh how thankful paul is for the man that he calls his own . surely he could muster the strength to shower himself , but what a blessing that he does not have to . his lover is there to help him and care for him tenderly without ever asking . chris seems to know just what paul needs before he ever does . right now , more than ever , its needed with the amount of trauma that resurfaced today . ❝  there ,  ❞ chris says when paul turns to face him and thumbs brush the blood from his cheeks and beard .  ❝  there you are . ❞

blue eyes brighten ever so slightly at the jest , he’s thankful for that too . shown in the way that he wraps himself around his love and gentle kisses pressed along the line of flesh just at his level . nose pressing into the crook of his chris’ neck has the other tucking over the top of paul’s head . today was rough and it could have been the end of everything . yet again their love proven to be able to persevere through it all . 

[peacefulapostlearchive]

@virusfought​ said :  [kneel] - to kneel in front of my muse smut starters && symbols 

moments like these are theirs and theirs alone . centuries built of trust and love . no one could ever completely understand the bond between the pacifist and and his LOVE . the room is quiet , lights are dim as he sits on the edge of the bed they’ve occupied for a few nights now . nothing too fancy and keeping a low profile is more important than ever .

His joints still ache and the bones that broke earlier are still sore but they’ve mended just as they always do . He doesn’t like the job that puts him in this position but they do good in this world and he goes where his beloved goes . One of the worst things about what they are is that they feel EVERYTHING and he’d endure the worst torture just to never leave chris’ side .

A brush lightly pulls through his hair when he sense his love is close. And it’s only when Chris kneels in front of him is he forced to lock a gaze with those soulful brown eyes that are clearly full of concern. Paul lifts a hand to let fingers reach to glide through the hair at the nape of chris’ neck before he comes in with a kiss, it’s deep, and longing and so full of passion that even time still can’t seem to fade .

by the time he’s found the strength in him to let go of such a powerful connection , paul is out of breath and he brings a thumb to chris’ flushed lips . sometimes its still surreal just how much his heart BEATS for this man , this soldier and his fury . ❝  i do not know what i would do without you , my darling . all these centuries would have been lost without you . except for maybe the first . you were a bloody mess . ❞ he laughs and kisses him again before a any snide remark can be thrown at him . 

[everknight]

FROM: @virusfought​ RE: “  we can’t all be as graceful as you. “  STATUS: accepting

          “ oh, but you can,” nicky’s smile grows wider and much more playful despite the situation brewing below them.  andy and joe were meeting up with a potential client.  as usual, they’d directed the crusader to a nearby building to keep an eye on things through his scope.

          as technology got better and the buildings got taller nicky felt, well, not like the guardian angel joe claimed him to be but more like a bird.  height offered a freedom unattainable on the ground.  there was never the desire to jump but he did enjoy the stretch of pretty lights.  he always marveled at the beauty provided by physical distance.  up close buildings were decorated rectangles.  but, up here, where the angles were different one could see how easily they helped guide the veins of life.

         “ time develops all things, “ a wink as he sets down the black canvas bag.  “ when you spend so many years of your life trying to walk with ninety pounds of metal encasing your body you learn a thing or two about balance.  especially when it comes to moving for your life. “  green eyes close as memories over take him.  if nicky listens hard enough he can hear the hooves of his old horse beating down on the dirt road.  as many questions as he still had about his faith and the surrounding reasons why for the crusades he could not argue with some of those childhood memories.  they made him into the person he continued to be; the person he constantly tried to better.  “ even you could learn to be graceful one day.  i have faith. “

[withinpeace]

@virusfought​  || misc sentence starters

“ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” ( for piers )

piers has never been afraid of much  .  all through his training and growing up all anyone could ever talk about is his STRENGTH  , how he had to find it no matter what the situation  .  there was never any room for FEAR  ,  but these days it seems as if its all he knows  . what does the future hold for him with this new person he’s become  .  piers nivans isn’t who he used to be and sometimes he wonders if he SHOULD be alive  .  

feeling unknown in his own body is terrifying when he used to feel so confident  ,  so magnificently aware of the control and self awareness he held on a mission  .  is there even a job for him anymore  ?? what about his PURPOSE  ??  all he ever wanted to do was make his family proud and he’s going to be put out of commission long before his time  . 

❝  use it for what  ??  fear makes you weak  ,  captain  . ❞ its all he’s ever been told and its a hard habit to break  .  being afraid isn’t something he can see being very useful right about now especially with only one arm at his disposal  .  ❝  what good is ANY of it going to do me now  ?? ❞

[takenpeace]

@virusfought  ||  what’s one more thread

it  all  the  strength  and  courage  paul  had  to  march  his  way  to  chris’  apartment  just  to  see  how  he  was  doing.  the  man  has  left  a  few  voicemails,  but  none  of  them  relieve  any  worries  that  he  is  anything  but  okay.  the  conscience  he  has  won’t  allow  him  one  more  day  just  standing  by  because  despite  everything,  he  had  loved  him.  loved  him  with  everything  he  had.  he  still  does  in  a  way,  which  is  why  he  found himself  at  the  door. 

now  against  his  better  judgment  he  sits  on  the  couch,  eyes  wide  with  nostalgia  and  he  confesses  what  he  has.  that  takes  even  more  strength  because  paul  doesn’t  owe  that  man  a  thing  after  what  he  has  done.  and  the  response  leaves  MUCH  to  be  desired.  enough  that  it  furrows  paul’s  brow  and  sets  lines  in  his  face  that  most  never  experience.  most  except  for  chris. calm  as  ever  despite  the  coming  anger  seeping  through  the  cracks  onto  his  features,  paul  stands  and  nods. 

 ‘that’s  it  then.  you  can’t  say  back.  i  sucked  up  all  my  pride  to  come over  here  to  make  sure  you  were  okay  and  i  found  out  that  you’re  not.  put  on  that  brave  face,  chris,  because  everyone  else  in  the  world  doesn’t  need  to  know  that  the  soldier  has  FEELINGS.  have  you  forgotten  that  i’m  not  everyone  else?”  the  more  he  speaks  the  angrier  he  gets  and  once  that  anger  shines  through  it’s  not  a  very  pleasant  experience  for  anyone  involved. 

his  head  is  shaking  in  disappointment but  not  so  much  at  chris,  but  more  at  himself.  he  starts  to  walk  towards  the  door,  but  he  stops  to  take  in  a  deep  breath.  ‘you  know  how  hard  it  was  for  me  to  open  my  heart  to  you.  and  look  what  it  got  me...” 

[sicarea]

❛  𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎  ❜   ----  she says in a soft tune,  body carefully moving away from his own as she decides to give the man that was sat across from her some space      ❛     you didn’t have to come after me     ❜      it’s your fault  !    (  the voice repeats,  words echoing inside her head  )  whoever gets near you is blindly led to chaos and destruction.  you’re cursed.    ❛     i can handle myself     ❜    true.  but that wasn’t the point.  deep down,  she was scared.  afraid of being responsible for the death of another human being,  

        a heavy sigh fills the void between them as shoulders relax and fall like a dead weight placing her elbows against her knees as if she didn’t do it,  she would disarm in million pieces     ❛       —–      but thank you     ❜        hazels lock with those of Chris’s      ❛      i owe you,  big time !       ❜    

☣.•°*  CONTINUED FROM ┆  “ x

[serenitysought]

                      @virusfought​​ said :  💜 - tucks my muse against their chest

                                                 touch starved prompts

            a certain amount of dread and fatigue washes over the pacifist . trauma from past experiences seep into his bones and leaves him with shaky breaths , a heart pounding as if the adrenaline hasn’t already subsided .  nicky , joe , and himself were captured along with andy and if they hadn’t been rescued then what would have happened to them ? how long would they have been made into some lab rat ?? 

the betrayal felt is tremendous because booker would have let them all be taken and its conflicting . paul can understand the reasoning behind his decision but still would have never crossed the team like he did . now the unresolved issues he has with his capture are arising from four hundred years past . paul can still feel the restraints around his arms , the needles in his veins and the look int he eyes of the men who took him . they didn’t possess a care in the world about what they were doing . 

it was just a mission to them as if paul and the rest were just specimen to be locked in cages . fingers grip his wrists rubbing tightly ‘round and round until chris enters . shite , he can still feel the bindings . finally a moment alone and by now paul might have been making arrangements to leave again  but this time he can’t force himself to consider such an idea . all he wants is his soldier , the one that would stop at nothing to protect him . 

he stands , fingers fidgeting with one another , nervousness wreaking havoc on him .  blue eyes wide with sadness and uncertainty . chris steps forward with extreme purpose and pulls paul in by the back of his head . still gentle for a man of the scot’s size but firm enough to allow for the intent to show . fabric of his love’s shirt is gripped between his fingers and he clings tightly as chris tucks his head to his broad chest . there’s safety and comfort in feeling that beating heart against his cheek . the one that beats too fast at the possibility of what it might have been like to consider a possibility of living with out him . 

lips press into the top of his head and he can’t fathom how close they came to being separated . 

[serenitysought]

                             @virusfought​​ said :  ‘ it’s just a scratch. ’

                                               illness and injury starters 

            looking at the wound properly only cements the fact that it is not just some scratch . a gaping wound would be a little more appropriate . perhaps he’s still too new at this , all of it still hasn’t sunk in properly . he’s died a couple times , been injured but somehow it still doesn’t feel real . when those blue eyes gaze up at the scot with an incredulous gaze the prince wants nothing more than to berate him for being an idiot .  

❝  it’s obviously not just a scratch .  you can see your . . ❞ in the time it takes for him to mention it and drop his chin back to the injury itself , its already healing . OH  ❝  i don’t think i’m ever going to get used to tha’ .  ❞ the process itself makes paul a little more than uncomfortable . it goes against the most basic things he’s ever been taught back at home . is GOD responsible for this ? or are they a product of something MUCH DARKER ??  

paul gets up and wipes his hands on the fabric he was going to use to clean it with . its all so frustrating , and completely insane if he thinks about it . none of it is right though . he’s died and come back when it should have ended with the tragic passing of a prince who had been kidnapped for ransom .  now here he is stuck with an insufferable scot and they’ve been taught to hate each other .