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needwar-aa · 4 years
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@revulsicn​​ / sc.
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 ?     when   the   whole   world   had   gone   to   shit   and   people   had   started   eating   each   other ,   frank   had   been   on   the   road ,   trying   (   and   arguably   failing   )   to   move   on   with   his   life .   a   lot   had   happened   since   then .   frank ,   being   frank ,   had   done   his   best   to   help   people   who   needed   it   along   the   way ,   and   frank   being   frank ,   never   stayed   with   them   for   long .
then   the   longer   into   this   whole   thing   everyone   got ,   the   less   he   crossed   paths   with   others .   people   got   more   CAREFUL ,   stayed   in   groups ,   avoided   strangers   like   they   were   infected ,   and   for   good   reason .   hell ,   the   past   couple   of   months ,   he’s   barely   even   spoken   a   couple   of   sentences   out   loud ,   and   all   had   been   to   himself ,   or   the   poor   son   of   a   bitches   who’d   turned   that   he’d   put   out   of   their   misery ,   or   all   the   assholes   he’d    killed   who   thought   they   could   just   do   whatever   the   hell   they   wanted   now   that   they   thought   there   was   no   one   left   to   STOP   them ...
so   what   were   the   odds   that   now ,   after   more   than   a   year ,   he   would   suddenly   cross   paths   with   a   familiar   face   from   before   this   whole   thing   started ?
his   gun   had   been   raised   instinctively   before   registering   who   it   was;   though   as   his   gaze   fell   upon   the   other’s   face ,   he   FROZE ,   blinking   in   surprise ,   recognition   finally   finding   it’s   way   to   his   eyes   as   a   quiet   breath   of   a   laugh   left   him .      ❛❛   christ ...   ❜❜      he   muttered   under   his   breath   in   disbelief ,   lowering   his   gun ,   brows   furrowing   and   eyes   narrowing    slightly   as   if   to   ask   how   the   hell ?   though   instead   he   said   ;      ❛❛   never   thought   i’d   see   you   again .   ❜❜
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empathiet · 4 years
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BATTERED BODY AND BLOODIED LIP  ,     a pitiful sight to behold in the dead of night as he stumbles his way to her door  .          aaron’s mouth had always been quicker than his brain  ,     logic out of the window when survival instinct should be taking over  .          perhaps his craving for control has   (  ironically  )   gotten out of control and now  ,     despite morbidly enjoying the sharp ache singing in his ribcage  ,     he fears the unsettling realisation of actually being alive  .          all it had taken was three drunk guys  ,     a fourth one nervously on the lookout for cops  ,     and a handful of worn sneakers to the stomach  ;    for him to regret ever wishing to feel anything but numb and non - existent  .
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his feet carry him to mio’s place  .          mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood  ,     chest heaving as laboured breaths struggle to push their way out of burning lungs and tired shell leaning heavily against the door frame  .          he should go home  ,     but the mere thought of worrying his brother is enough to make him flee                 seek refuge somewhere he trusts and feels safe  .          albeit worrying her appears just as selfish as it must be cruel to show up uninvited in a state like this  ,     knocking upon someone’s door at no later than four am  .          aaron  ,     by all means  ,     is truly a pathetic creature  .          a smile  ,     too macabre when it is meant to be apologetic  ,     pulls cut apart  ;     ripping at its edges when clouded eyes meet her’s moments later  .          ❝     hey  ,  uh                  can  . . .   can i come in  ?     ❞
                             &    ,             @revulsicn​ 。
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mindsmade · 4 years
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@revulsicn​ / angelica teach
     𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 out on open sea these days, but Brasidas is a trierarchos for a reason. More heavy than the time constraints placed upon him is honour, though — and no honourable man would ( or should ) pass a soul in despair.
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      He’s the first to jump off the sloop commanded to take him to the shore. From there, he need but follow the smoke that led him to this desolate island to begin with. At its origins, he finds ... a woman. The hoplites reach for their spears and Brasidas lets them — but no more than that. They know this, so they solely aim without intent to harm ( yet ).  ❛  You. What are you? A stranded pirate?  ❜
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terrifiys · 4 years
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 ╰ ・* ⸘ / @REVULSICN : CULLEN, EDWARD.
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⅋.        ❝        its        a        waning        gibbous.        ❞        you        point        up        to        the        moon,        shining        o m i n o u s l y        from        behind        mist        and        clouds.        ❝        i        had        a        book        on        moon        phases        when        i        was        a        kid,        it        comes        in        handy        at        times        like        these.        ❞        yes,        because        spouting        a        random        fact        in        the        middle        of        the        night        ontop        of        a        roof        is        very        handy.        ❝        tonight        is..        pretty.        ❞       
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needwar-aa · 4 years
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@revulsicn​ / sc / for sage.
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        ❛❛   you   gotta   get   out   of   here .   c’mon .   ❜❜
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needwar-aa · 4 years
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MEMES / ACCEPTING @revulsicn​ asked: “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” from dinah !!!
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❛❛   𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ,   𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢 .      people   might   start   to   think   you’re   on   my   side ,   you   talk   any   more   like   that ,   ❜❜      he   manages   to   joke ,   even   pull   off   a   slight   smile   despite   his   current   injuries .   truly   though ,   he   APPRECIATES   everything   she’s   done   for   him ,   even   (   especially   )   despite   their   differences   from   time   to   time .
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mindsmade · 4 years
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@revulsicn​​ / mio gard
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     𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 five in the morning when he gets out of the police station. He’d spent all his time — roughly eight hours of which he’d have liked to spend the last five asleep — either speaking to one of the detectives or waiting in some dank interrogation room. That is, after the first hour spent at the crime scene. All he wants to do now is go the fuck to sleep. His head’s pounding; he’s never spent that much time lying to someone’s face.
      Instead of going home and diving into bed though, he flops onto one of the benches at the nearest park and pulls out his phone. He opens his WhatsApp conversation with Mio in two quick taps.
> 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎? 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
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