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[r4gn0r0k]

❝ is that a gun? ❞

“I-I-- technically, yes-- but I had no intention of shooting you, I swear, s-so please don’t attack.” The teenager whimpered, setting the pistol on the ground as he spoke, showing he meant no harm, “I-I merely have it to defend myself.”

[couldntbcloved]

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✗ ; ——— His question had Nakoma wondering.. Had she sought him out? She didn’t.. Think so. Not deliberately. Or perhaps she’d begun to seek him in her dreams? That did tend to happen sometimes. Regardless, whether she had been purposefully looking or not, she found him. And he was here, and.. Remarkably real.

     She greeted him with a small bow, her gaze not once breaking from his. Nakoma interacted with other spirits fairly regularly, of course, but rarely did she encounter one existing on the mortal side of the veil as she was. What bound him to this plane, she wondered.

     To be called by her spirit name puzzled her for a moment, but only for a moment. She couldn’t remember the last time someone outside the fade addressed her as such, nor did she quite understand why it felt strange still. It’s not like it was wrong. It was what she was.

     But not who she was.

     “Nakoma.” she said, quietly. Hesitantly, as if she didn’t quite believe her own words. “My name is.. Nakoma.”

     She lifted her gaze to look up at him. 

     “I’d like to see the orphanage.”

[lastbled-a]

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“I have no heart; just ice and stone.”  The words are absent; not all there.  “Made up of nails and bone and teeth.”

[illfatedllyarchive-blog]

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           “Tony it’s nothin’ Ah swear! S’just a cut, Ah git ‘em all tha time!” Her cut was deeper then she was letting on, was bleeding more then she wanted him to know. Though she had the sleeve of her hoodie wrapped tightly around her arm, trying to use it as a tourniquet. And she kept her arm behind her back not wanting him to see her injury. She had mouthed off to the wrong people again, gotten into yet another fight and gotten herself injured as she usually did. She didn’t want Tony fussing over her, he had enough to worry about without adding her own griefs and reckless ways. “Ah’ll just patch it up, Ah swear Ah’m okay.”

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@wornfather | starter call.

‘sooooooo, dad,’ bittie started, using that tone of voice he knew she saved for when she did something he wouldn’t like, ‘you remember how we could never get a dog, because you couldn’t take care of it and you thought i wouldn’t want to after a week?’

well. that explained the scratching at her bedroom door.

she disappeared behind it for a moment, then came back with a small, grey and white pitbull in her arms-- not quite a puppy, not quite an adult yet. ‘this is baby,’ she said with a smile, ‘and i’m not taking him back.’

[loveruined]

“it’s my job to protect you.”

       for the first time in a long time, jane feels a warmth that makes her feel nostalgic. she’s reminded of summers at home, of ice cream on the beach, of all the lovely things she’s done with people who’ve loved her. it’s been so long that for a while, she struggles to place it. it takes her a few quiet moments of just staring at antonio and smiling like a fool for her to realise that the feeling is attachment.

       hesitant and careful, one little hand wraps itself around his weathered one, and she gives a squeeze. “it’s not your job,” she says, with a sweetness in her voice that denotes correction, not refusal. “we can protect each other. we have to.”

[greywarden-bethany]

✦

✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury

“I’m fine.”

She’s not fine, but thats what Hawke would say.

Thats what Carver would say.

She wipes at the tears that sting her eyes, her other hand held out, burns running up her arm.

Nothing major, small ones from flames that got out of control.

Control.

She needs to get better at it. 

She doesn’t want to her anyone, least of all her family.

“Is it alway so hard? Does it become easier?” 

[woolfcried]

          ‘this house gets LONELIER with every passing year.’

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