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Weakness || Drabble

There was a cavern in her heart dug inch by inch with every word he had spoken. It felt raw, it felt like she were bleeding, and for all her stubbornness of remaining with him, Lykke could not look at James. He was nearby, just as tortured, just as angry, just as afraid as he had been before but they had traded no more words and he would not share what caused such cruelty to spring out of him. 

It was all she could do to stay, all she could do not to shift and run for the nearest forest. She wanted to snarl, she wanted to tear into something with her teeth until she felt better, she wanted to howl as loudly as she could, but she was afraid to leave. She was afraid to never see him again, and the sheer humanity of that thought made her shudder and hug her legs tight to her chest as she kept her back to the fire. He was taming her, and now that he had all but succeeded, he wanted to cast her aside just as Loki had. 

Her skin crawled, like ants just beneath the surface. She wanted to scratch them out, she wanted to feel anything but this gaping, yawning ache in her chest. It felt too much like betrayal and she didn’t understand. It made her feel weak, and she hated herself--almost hated him for feeling it. For the first time since she could remember, she had begun to wish for things, and now, sitting in the dark with a fire warming her back, Lykke found herself wishing that this was all a great misunderstanding.

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☠ Lykke x Bucky

Send me a ☠ and a ship: ACCEPTING

And I’ll tell you which person I think…

can get bloodstains out without a mark: James knows more about those sorts of things. Before meeting James, Lykke didn’t even own clothes to get stained. She spends more time in her wolf form and clothes don’t shift with her, so she doesn’t know any of those tricks. 

is better at picking locks: Again, this would be James. Lykke breaks in, or climbs through windows if she even bothers with a building. 

uses poisons more effectively: James. Lykke just uses her teeth. There’s no need for anything else. 

is the best at interrogation: James has more skills in this, too, because Lykke’s idea of interrogation is to just scare the information out of people. She bares her teeth, growls, shifts into her half form to scare them, but James has had way more experience. 

is the best at stealth: They both share this talent. It’s a big part of their survival. James knows stealth because of his skillset and his training through the Red Room, and Lykke just from avoiding hunters or larger predators. 

can always scrounge up something to eat: Lykke can scrounge up food by hunting, and James can always scrounge up takeout or groceries. They usually team up for it. 

can keep a secret from the other the longest: James is probably better at this, too. Lykke doesn’t really understand secrets. She’s very blunt and to the point, and she wears her heart on her sleeve, even if she doesn’t know how to express what she’s feeling most of the time. 

would betray the other for their own good: Neither. Ever. Not an option. 

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@winterredeeming ✗ group verse starter call.

        ‘ I ain’t no thief. He’s lyin’ ’cause he can’t deal with the fact that              he lost our bet. C’mon. I look like a thief to you? ’

Sure, he might look a little sketchy but that’s nothing. There are plenty of sketchy folk around here and nobody goes around calling all of them thieves. 

                    ‘ I really don’t wanna get thrown out on my ass. ’

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Read to Me || Fire & Ice

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The cabin James had found for them was nicer than their usual. The only one for miles, it hadn’t been used in years if the dust was anything to judge by, but it was furnished, comfortably so, and there were cupboards full of canned foods that they had turned into a large pot of soup. They brought down a deer together, and added that meat to the soup and turned it into a venison stew. 

After she ate, Lykke bathed. The water came from a deep well, according to James, and he taught her how to use the shower. She stayed under that hot spray until her fingers wrinkled. She descended the stairs in a borrowed nightgown found in a dresser upstairs, her fingers combing through her wet hair as she dried it with a towel. 

There was a fire in the hearth, and one lamp next to the couch where James sat reading. The image twisted a nostalgic knife in her heart. Before her thoughts could travel too  far back--back to a time when she was small and naive, a time when all she wanted to see was a green cloak and a large white smile, she slipped quietly onto the cushion next to him and ducked under his arm. 

“You should read out loud,” she said, tucking herself close and wrapping an arm across his chest. “What is it? No, I do not care. Just read out loud.” 

[agntwells]

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Moving, to Liza, seemed like such a monumental and scary thing-- especially when she’d been younger. But Izzy, her daughter, didn’t seem bothered by it in the least. If anything, she was enjoying the whole thing, swinging around a plastic lightsaber in their new yard as the movers slowly unpacked the truck. Thankfully she’d been smart about it this time; the first time she’d moved (out of her ex’s house) she’d done it alone and with a three-year-old practically glued to her ankle. 

This time, with the now-seven-year-old occupied in the yard (which was the best part of their new house, second only to her super cool bedroom-- Izzy’s words), Liza was free to unpack particular necessities and make sure things were put in the right rooms. Though some things were a bit sparse since her apartment beforehand had been much smaller than this new place, they were both incredibly excited. Liza more nervous than her daughter, but still.

“Izzy-- c’mon, we gotta find something for dinner!” Liza called through the open front door as she nudged a box into the corner before blowing a stray hair from her face. “Though I’m tempted to just find somewhere that delivers...”

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( @winterredeeming wanted a thing. )

                   ❝ y’know, i think i missed the part where                                    i asked for your opinion-- ❞

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