@revulsicn / sc.
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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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 .
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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@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.
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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╰ ・* ⸘ / @REVULSICN : CULLEN, EDWARD.
⅋. ❝ 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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@revulsicn / sc / for sage.
❛❛ you gotta get out of here . c’mon . ❜❜
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MEMES / ACCEPTING
@revulsicn asked: “ you know i always have your back . ” from dinah !!!
❛❛ 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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@revulsicn / mio gard
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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