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fugitiv​     ,     𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣

he     needs     to     let     her     go.     it     is     the     right     thing     to     do.     not     just     for     his     own     sake,     but     hers     as     well.     he’s     not     only     risking     his     own     life,     it’s     hers     that’s     at     stake     as     well.     he     never     gave     camila     a     reason     to     not     trust     him,     but     oh     .  .  .     mckenna,     it     would     be     enough     for     camila     to     push     him     to     the     edge.     to     break     all     trust.     to     push     him     aside.     he     can’t     let     that     happen.     he     needs     to     be     needed.     THE     ONLY     WAY     OUT,     IS     TO     MOVE     UP.     he     can     not     let     things     like     this     get     in     the     way.     and     yet,     when     she     asks     him     to     take     her     home,     he     can’t     help     but     give     in.     sigh     full     of     defeat     escapes     fleshed     lips,     a     little     nod     is     given,     lips     brushing     against     her     own.     weak,     weak,     weak.

lips     parted,     dark     hues     scanning     his     surroundings,     hand     in     her     hair,     playing     with     a     few     locks     while     he’s     distracted,     too     busy,     worrying     about     what’s     right     and     wrong.     ‘’     yeah,     let’s     go.     ‘’     he     says,     before     he     kisses     her     forehead,     hand     reaching     out     for     her,     practically     dragging     her     out     of     the     club.     cold     air     hits     his     face,     broad     arm     hooked     around     her     small     frame,     pulling     her     close.     ‘’     we     can     go     to     my     place.     you’ll     be     safe     there.     ‘’     he     stops,     moment     passes     by,     hands     cupping     her     face,     thumb     tracing     along     delicate     skin.     ‘’     do     you     trust     me?     ‘’

a  soft  smile  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  mouth  when  he  gives  in  ,  agrees  to  go  home  with  her  .  thereby  going  against  camila  ,  it  is  a  small  victory  in  her  book  ----  shows  her  that  there  is  something  worth  fighting  for  ,  that  she  has  a  chance  and  she  is  not  playing  a  losing  game  .  something  she  feels  like  she  has  been  playing  for  a  while  .  maybe  they  are  ?  the  chance  of  getting  out  of  this  ,  of  their  lifestyle  is  slim  to  none  .  she  reaches  ,  gently  letting  a  hand  rest  against  his  cheek  .  thumb  brushing  over  his  lips  for  a  second  ,  she  knows  he  is  debating  it  .  if  giving  in  is  a  mistake  .  

she  stumbles  after  him  when  he  drags  her  out  if  there  ,  barely  keeping  her  footing  –  regretting  the  heels  that  adorns  her  feet  ,  definitely  not  made  for  running  .  a  shiver  runs  down  her  spine  when  the  cold  air  hits  her  face  .  making  her  seek  warmth  and  comfort  in  his  arms  ,  wrapping  an  arm  around  his  middle  as  he  pulls  her  closer  .          ❝  i’ll  always  be  safe  with  you  ❞  ,  it  is  both  a  lie  and  a  truth  .  loving  a  criminal  is  dangerous  ,  put  her  at  risk  at  all  time  .  but  being  in  his  arms  ,  is  the  only  place  where  she  feels  whole  .  he  makes  her  feel  safe  when  he  should  make  her  feel  the  complete  opposite  .  gently  her  hand  clasps  around  his  ,  thumb  tracing  small  patterns  on  the  back  of  his  hand  as  his  traces  over  her  skin  .          ❝  of  course  i  do  ?  don’t  you  trust  me  ??  ❞

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #fugitiv » 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 #fugitiv

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burypower​     ,     𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎

declan has never been the type of person that could just open up. it’s like there’s layers upon layers underneath naturally angry features. for a while, it seemed like he had the hang of things. his uncle viewed him highly - at least, that’s what declan likes to believe - he got the girl, and they were given their own space to live in. it was as normal as something could get when the world was on fire, but then he shows up. he can’t help but feel like the useless boy he once was.

❛ yeah, i know, ❜ he says with the nod of his head. maybe he can’t verbalise his emotions or figure them out, but there’s always the hope that she’s known him long enough to know that there is some form of appreciation for her presence. ❛ there’s a place a few miles to the south that we didn’t hit last time. ❜ no doubt everything has been picked clean at this point, but the dead are always on the move. if they can’t find anything, at least he’ll be able to waste his energy in a fight. ❛ we should go before my uncle gives us a job. ❜

a  soft  smile  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  mouth  .  he  is  a  man  of  few  words  with  it  comes  to  his  emotions  ,  but  so  is  she  .  to  her  love  was  meant  to  be  felt  ----  shown  ,  not  said  .  those  she  had  verbalized  her  love  for  had  left  her  and  she  feared  others  would  follow  in  their  footsteps  if  she  told  them  how  she  felt  .  so  she  kept  quiet  ,  letting  soft  touches  tell  the  tales  her  lips  could  not  .

she  nods  as  she  reaches  for  his  hand  ,  lacing  her  fingers  with  his  .          ❝  lead  the  way  …  maybe  we’ll  get  lucky  this  time  ,  ❞          she  could  dream  ,  but  if  she  was  being  realistic  she  knew  they  would  not  come  across  anything  .  maybe  a  can  of  beans  if  they  were  really  lucky  .  she  grimaces  at  the  mention  of  his  uncle  ,  she  had  never  liked  him  and  if  it  was  not  for  declan  she  probably  would  have  left  woodbury  already  .          ❝  we  should  hurry  up  then  ,  don’t  want  to  run  errands  for  him  again  .❞

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #burypower » 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 #burypower

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burygods     ,     𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗​

lucinda    had    always    been    an    observant    woman,        even    at    such    a    young    age.            she    remembered    their    mother’s    distance    from    their    father    around    the    time    mckenna    was    conceived,        remembered    a    man    that    showed    up    once    or    twice    when    they    thought    no    one    was    around.            lucinda    had    always,        on    some    level,        knew    about    the    affair.            she    just    didn’t    know    for    certain    until    now.

❛ ❛        give    me    a    little    more    credit,        mckenna.        ❜ ❜               wine    glass    touched    her    lips    but    a    drink    wasn’t    taken.            she    just    rested    it    there    for    a    second    before    putting    it    down    once    again    to    speak    further    on    the    subject.               ❛ ❛        nothing    happens    under    my    roof    that    i    don’t    know    about.            i    know    about    him.        ❜ ❜

the  initial  feeling  of  terror  is  soon  replaced  by  anger  .  had  she  gone  through  her  things  ?  rummaged  through  the  few  belongs  she  had  in  the  room  her  sister  had  gracefully  offered  her  when  she  had  no  where  else  to  go  ?  betrayal  .  yet  she  too  had  betrayed  her  sister  ,  after  failing  to  find  the  man  who  undoubtedly  was  her  father  .  

          ❝  did  you  go  through  my  things  ?  ❞          emotions  were  not  her  forte  ,  too  often  they  would  consume  her  .  even  the  tiniest  spark  could  set  her  ablaze  .  there  was  no  safe  heaven  for  her  ,  no  place  to  heal  .        ❝  fuck  you  !  ❞                  

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #burygods » 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 #burygods

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fugitiv​     ,     𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣

he     knows     no     end     to     desiring     her.     it’s     like     a     fucking     curse     -     poison,     swallowing     him     whole,     eating     him     alive     from     the     inside.     he     lies     awake     in     the     middle     of     the     night,     thinking     about     her,     his     imagination     running     wild.     he     needs     her.     needs     more     of     her.     all     of     her.     when     she’s     not     around,     he’s     frustrated.     worried.     wants     to     be     near     her.     and     when     she’s     close,     he’s     intoxicated.     out     of     control.     completely     and     utterly     mesmerized.     he     wants     it     to     end.     wants     to     think     again.     to     function.     to     stay     loyal     to     camila.     to     his     cartel.     but     when     she     takes     another     step     closer,     when     she     tells     him     exactly     what     he     wants     and     needs     to     hear,     he     can’t     help     but     reach     out     for     her,     hands     settled     upon     her     waist,     her     body     collapsing     against     his     own     with     such     force.     ‘’     then     stop     playing     with     me.     ‘’     he     tells     her,     warns     her,     loud     and     clear     before     he     crashes     his     lips     against     her     own,     full     of     desire.

he     never     knew     how     to     be     gentle.     he     never     knew     what     to     feel     during     moments     like     these.     girlfriends     come     and     go.     it     never     bothered     him.     he     never     felt     a     damn     thing.     but     with     mckenna     -     it’s     different.     he     feels     everything     and     it’s     messing     with     his     head.     he     tugged     her     lips     between     his     teeth,     a     flirtatious     smile     given,     strong     and     broad     arms     wrapped     around     her     waist.     ‘’     i     can’t     stop     thinking     about     you.     do     you     understand     me?     i     need     you.     ‘’/

she  melts  into  his  touch  ,  putty  in  his  hands  .  softly  whimpering  as  she  collapses  against  his  broad  frame  .  every  cell  set  ablaze  .  for  a  moment  she  feels  pathetic  ,  how  easily  she  fell  into  him  .  he  is  everything  she  should  not  want  .  but  still  he  is  everything  she  craves  .  days  ,  even  hours  ,  without  him  frightens  her  .  every  time  he  walks  out  her  front  door  ,  might  be  the  last  time  she  sees  him  .  they  are  not  normal  ,  might  never  be  normal  .  death  and  destruction  too  embedded  in  their  lives  .  hands  wander  up  his  chest  ,  soft  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  she  feels  his  beating  heart  beneath  her  palms  .  lips  crashing  as  she  does  so  .  

a  soft  almost  inaudible  moan  brushes  past  lips  when  he  tugs  her  bottom  lip  between  teeth  .  hands  begin  to  wander  once  again  ,  till  they  rest  behind  his  neck  .  digits  tangling  themselves  in  his  raven  black  hair  .          ❝  take  me  home  then  ?  ❞          an  unsure  request  .  there  is  no  one  else  she  would  even  consider  going  home  with  .  but  there  is  this  slight  chance  that  he  cannot  leave  yet  ,  that  camila  is  not  finished  with  him  .  she  hates  that  she  is  competing  with  a  cartel  leader  for  his  attention  .  how  easily  she  would  drop  everything  ,  leave  it  all  behind  if  he  asked  her  to  .  but  she  is  not  convinced  he  would  do  the  same  .

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #fugitiv » 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 #fugitiv

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ADRIA ARJONA as DOROTHY GALE ↳emerald city (2017)

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 》 mirror #tw long post

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                               ❝     half  of  me  has  𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 … .     ❞

independent  ,  private  and  selective  original  character LEIA  JOSEPHINE  MAVERICK  inspired  by  various  first  responder  shows  ©

                                                      written  by  mini  ,  both  muse  &  mun  are  above  21

#† : // 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 » self promo #// i’m hiding here

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currently struggling a bit with having muse for mckenna , i’ll therefor be hiding over on my new blog for the disaster twin : @untwined​ . this is still my primary blog , meaning it’s the blog my phone is signed onto . but writing wise i’m feeling leia more this weekend . 

still struggling with mckenna , so i’m still hiding over at @untwined​ .

#:// 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 》 mini

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i    fear    myself,        more    than    they    fear    me.            still    this    abyss    never    swallows    me    whole.            so    until    the    stars   find    me,        this    is    where    i’ll    stay          —          where    i’ll    remain.

independent    multimuse.      low    activity.      managed    by    louise

#:// 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 》 promo #// ilu #// even when you break my heart

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it is not given to us to know WHAT DIFFERENCE WE CAN MAKE, and perhaps we can make no difference at all, but that is NO REASON not to make the attempt… independent, private & selective multimuse, featuring muses from dc, marvel, one chicago & many more, badly managed by west.

#:// 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 》 promo #// this is just too pretty 💙 #// ilu

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burygods​     ,     𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜​

he    was    the    last    thing    erin    was    looking    to    find        &        yet    they    had    found    each    other.            they    bonded,        it    was    innocent    at    first          —          then    something    more    blossomed    between    them.            erin    didn’t    mean    for    it    to    come    between    him        &        mckenna.            the    drama    of    it    was    the    last    thing    she    needed.

she    sighed.            allowed    for    the    other    to    express    her    feelings    freely,        biting    her    own    tongue    in    the    process.            her    anger    was    palpable,        it    was    red    hot        &        she    could    feel    it    from    where    she    stood.               ❛ ❛        do    you    think    this    is    where    i    want    to    be        ?        with    someone    that    hates    my    guts    over    something    i    had    no    control    over.        ❜ ❜               there    was    a    click    of    her    tongue,        an    exasperated    laugh.               ❛ ❛        i’m    standing    here    offering    some    kind    of    truce    so    we    can    try    to    get    out    of    this    alive    but    you’re    too          —        ❜ ❜               erin    stops,        an    anger        &        frustration    rummaging    within    her.               ❛ ❛        you    know    what,        it’s    not    worth    it.        ❜ ❜

betrayal  ,  always  the  one  to  be  left  behind  .  a  second  choice  .  deep  down  she  knew  erin  was  not  a  fault  ,  the  heart  wants  what  it  wants  -  and  it  was  not  her  .  yet  it  is  easier  to  blame  her  ,  to  take  the  heart  break  out  on  her  .  frustration  runs  freely  as  she  repeatedly  brushes  her  fingers  through  her  hair  .  

          ❝  no  control  over  ?!  you  could’ve  walked  away  .  found  some  other  group  to  stay  with  ,  ❞          she  snarls  ,  angered  by  the  exasperated  laugh  .  the  wound  is  still  fresh  ,  seeing  them  happy  rips  it  open  over  and  over  again  .  while  she  is  miserable  .          ❝  i  don’t  need  your  help  getting  out  ,  i  don’t  need  anyone  .  ❞          trusting  people  was  not  worth  it  ,  and  how  could  she  ever  trust  erin  ?  

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #burygods » 𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 #burygods

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currently struggling a bit with having muse for mckenna , i’ll therefor be hiding over on my new blog for the disaster twin : @untwined​ . this is still my primary blog , meaning it’s the blog my phone is signed onto . but writing wise i’m feeling leia more this weekend . 

#:// 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 》 mini #:// 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 》 self promo

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fugitiv​     ,     𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 

fallen     hero.     it     is     just     then     when     he     begins     to     realize     .  .  .     he     failed     her.     broke     her.     destroyed     her     in     ways     he     couldn’t     even     begin     to     imagine.     ruined     her     in     ever     way     possible.     he     knew     that     abandoning     her     would     leave     its     mark,     but     he     never     thought     she’d     end     like     this.     broken     and     bruised.     destroyed     to     the     very     core.     he     lets     go     of     her,     completely     frustrated,     several     large     steps     taken,     away     from     her     as     he     closes     his     eyes.     he     feels     nothing     but     complete     rage.     something     very     familiar     to     him.     the     same     damn     rage     he     felt     when     he     figured     out     she     moved     on.     ‘’     i     didn’t     do     shit     to     you.     ‘’     he     says,     no     emotions     to     be     found.     but     oh     .  .  .     if     only     she     knew     the     truth.     it     is     everything     he     feels.     every     god     damn     emotion.     and     it     is     swallowing     him     whole.

her     words     are     sharp,     and     he     knows     -     it     is     supposed     to     hurt     him.     to     break     him     apart.     and     it     does.     it     does.     but     he     remains     strong,     giving     his     head     a     little     shake,     back     against     the     wall,     eyes     that     both     threaten     and     adore     fixated     on     her.     ‘’     i     went     through     hell     without     you,     mckenna.     ‘’     words     escapes     him,     words     full     of     honesty.     but     he     knows,     assumes,     she     won’t     believe     them.     she     no     longer     trusts     him,     no     longer     loves     him.     no     matter     what     he     does,     what     he     says,     it’ll     never     be     good     enough.     it     no     longer     matters.     he’s     in     the     past     now.     ‘’     i     need     his     location.     ‘’     he     tells     her,     warns     her,     again     and     again.     he     pushes     himself     away     from     the     wall,     steps     taken     into     her     direction,     hues     settled     upon     her.     he     loves     her.     longs     for     her.     craves     for     her.     every     bone     inside     his     body     is     screaming     for     her.     to     take     care     of     her,     to     hold     her,     to     take     her     pain     away.     ‘’     it     won’t     be     you.     i     won’t     let     that     happen.     i     can’t     risk     you.     if     you     love     me,     give     me     his     location.     because     at     the     of     the     day     .  .  .     it’s     gonna     be     him     or     me.     ‘’

fire  burns  through  her  veins  ,  fueling  her  anger  –  directed  at  him  .  every  emotion  was  felt  at  once  ,  inner  turmoil  clawing  at  her  soul  .  when  denies  the  accusation  she  cannot  help  but  laugh  ,  obnoxiously  loud  and  mockingly  .  confused  feelings  messing  with  her  filters  .          ❝  you  practically  chased  me  into  his  suffocating  arms  .  showed  me  how  little  i  meant  to  you  ,  that  i  wasn’t  worth  loving  …  so  of  course  no  ,  you  didn’t  do  shit  !  ❞          she  snaps  .          ❝  at  least  ethan  doesn’t  lie  like  you  did  …  making  me  believe  in  some  stupid  fairytale  where  i  would  ever  be  worth  loving  ❞          she  spats  as  she  wraps  her  arms  around  her  frail  body  –  comforting  herself  .  no  longer  finding  comfort  in  anyone  or  anything  .  a  ghost  ,  that  is  what  she  feels  like  .  empty  and  with  no  ties  to  earth  ,  nothing  grounds  her  and  she  just  wants  to  be  numb  .  

he  went  through  hell  ?  for  a  second  she  pities  him  ,  unwraps  an  arm  to  reach  for  him  –  wanting  to  comfort  him  .  but  it  soon  falls  to  her  side  ,  he  does  not  deserve  her  comfort  .          ❝  do  you  think  my  life  has  been  a  walk  in  the  park  ?  that  i  haven’t  been  through  hell  without  you  ?!  you  don’t  get  to  do  this  to  me  ..  make  me  pity  you  .  sympathize  with  you  .  you  don’t  deserve  it  !  ❞          she  cries  ,  frustratedly  she  combs  a  hand  through  untamed  lock  .  she  looks  away  for  a  second  ,  refusing  to  look  at  him  .  knowing  she  will  falter  if  she  looks  at  him  again  .          ❝  now  you  give  me  a  choice  ..  you  or  him  ?  but  i  don’t  know  where  he  is  ,  i  was  out  could  when  he  left  …  i  can’t  give  you  what  you  want  james  ,  because  i  simply  don’t  know  …  ❞          she  states  ,  and  it  is  the  truth  .  he  always  leaves  after  he  is  finished  with  her  .  but  before  she  can  open  her  mouth  again  she  hears  the  heavy  boots  and  the  familiar  ,  but  unwelcome  ,  sound  of  his  keys  in  her  door  .  frightened  her  gaze  snaps  to  james  ,  pleadingly  she  looks  at  him  .          ❝  don’t  be  that  man  ,  ❞          slips  passed  her  lips  ,  too  little  faith  he  would  go  against  camila  –  be  the  better  man  .  

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #fugitiv » 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 #fugitiv

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burypower​     ,     𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎

declan nods and is about to leave to get his gear when a hand stops him in his tracks. glancing down at it, he inhales deeply and attempts to avoid her gaze for as long as he can. eventually, her presence draws him back in and the man can’t help but catch her eyes.

❛ m’fine, ❜ declan mutters. in reality, he’s unsure of everything. things around woodbury are starting to feel off, and with his twin brother now hanging around he feels like he’s being forced to face a life he thought long dead. how can he compete with the perfect son? he hates feeling like he’s once again reduced to the waste of space he grew up to be. ❛ i just need to get out of here for a while. shit’s getting suffocating. ❜

patiently  she  waits  for  him  to  look  at  her  -  to  let  her  in  ,  though  his  hazel  eyes  may  find  hers  he  is  shutting  her  out  ,  and  for  a  second  she  is  scared  she  is  the  one  who  is  suffocating  him  .  gently  she  pats  his  chest  ,  an  attempt  to  comfort  him  .

          ❝  okay  -  -  -  -  but  i’m  here  ..  for  whatever  you  need  ,  ❞          she  steps  back  ,  allows  him  to  gear  up  .  mindlessly  she  looks  out  of  the  window  of  their  shared  apartment  ,  thoughts  running  wild  .  ever  since  ashton  returned  he  had  been  different  ,  but  she  never  pushed  him  -  praying  he  would  tell  her  when  he  was  ready  too  .  but  she  was  getting  impatient  .            ❝  anywhere  specific  you  want  to  go  ??  ❞

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #burypower » 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 #burypower

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I BEAR THE SCARS OF THE PAST ALL OVER ME.

independent, private & selective blog for SHARON CARTER aka AGENT THIRTEEN from marvel. est. march 2021. various media & headcanon based, assigned by west.

                                                                            BUT THERE’S MORE TO ME THAN THAT. 

#:// 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 》 promo #// we love one carter and one carter only <3 #// this is just too pretty !

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fugitiv​     ,     𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 

on     the     path     of     murder.     no     matter     what,     his     loyalty     to     camila,     to     the     cartel,     it     goes     beyond     anything     else.     he     found     a     home     there.     for     the     first     time     in     a     really     long     time,     someone     needed     him.     trusted     him.     admired     him.     camila     saw     something     in     him.     he     couldn’t     betray     her,     couldn’t     abandon     her     :     he     simply     didn’t     want     to.     but     when     it     comes     down     to     mckenna     .  .  .     that’s     a     different     story.     she’s     marked     on     his     soul.     impossible     to     forget.     impossible     to     erase.     he     couldn’t     hurt     her,     he     wasn’t     strong     enough,     not     even     for     camila.     but     he     could     her     in     different     ways.     ways     he’d     rather     didn’t     but     had     to.     it     was     either     going     to     be     her     or     someone     she     cared     about.     his     choice     was     made     without     a     single     doubt.

so     when     he     noticed     the     marks     on     her     neck,     the     reason     for     finding     the     guy     she     supposedly     fell     in     love     with,     changed.     he     didn’t     want     to     harm     the     guy     because     camila     ordered     him     to     do     so,     no     -     he     wanted     to     harm     the     guy     for     what     he’d     done     to     her.     ‘’     don’t     tell     me     what     to     do.     ‘’     he     replies     back,     another     step     taken,     a     firm     hold     of     her     wrist,     guiding     her     closer     as     he     takes     her     in,     unraveling     her     with     only     his     eyes.     he     didn’t     want     to     care.     this     was     supposed     to     be     an     easy     job.     to     neglect     her,     to     find     the     guy     and     to     get     rid     of     him     for     once     and     for     all.     but     now     that     he     sees     her,     broken     and     bruised,     he     can’t     help     but     break     from     the     inside.     ‘’     did     he     do     this     to     you?     ‘’     hands     begin     to     tremble,     cupping     her     face,     eyes     drowning     into     hers.     ‘’     mckenna,     you     have     to     listen     to     me.     you     have     to     give     me     his     location.     it’s     either     gonna     be     you     or     him     -     do     you     understand     me?     give     me     his     goddamn     location.     ‘’

like  a  ragdoll  in  his  hands  .  no  power  nor  energy  to  fight  back  ,  she  lets  him  guide  her  closer  -  hold  her  .  aching  whimpers  escapes  her  lips  in  the  process  .  his  touch  leaves  no  sparks  ,  only  pain  ----  but  that  is  thanks  to  ethan  .  there  had  been  no  love  behind  his  touch  -  only  anger  .  yet  she  had  welcomed  the  distraction  ,  never  once  had  she  fought  back  .  because  it  hurt  less  than  the  pain  she  felt  on  the  inside  .          ❝  please  let  go  of  me  ----  ❞          she  pleads  ,  still  maintaining  eye  contact  ,  but  there  is  no  love  .  no  desire  .  just  numbness  .          ❝  ----  you’re  hurting  me  .  ❞            tears  starts  to  pool  in  her  eyes  when  he  cups  her  face  ,  demands  her  attention  and  forces  her  to  look  into  his  dark  gaze  .  pretends  to  care  -  asks  if  ethan  did  this  to  her ,  it  ignites  the  anger  .  fuels  the  fire  ,  she  thought  she  had  distinguished  a  long  time  ago  .  

angrily  she  blinks  away  the  unshed  tears  .          ❝  you  did  this  to  me  !  ❞          she  roars  ,  indirectly  he  was  the  cause  of  the  abuse  she  had  endured  .  when  he  broke  her  heart  ,  sent  her  away  and  into  the  arms  of  her  abuser  .  at  least  ethan  did  not  toy  with  her  heart  ,  from  the  moment  she  met  him  he  was  honest  about  his  intentions  .  he  never  wanted  to  pick  up  the  pieces  and  put  her  back  together  .  broken  beyond  repair  .          ❝  you  broke  me  james  !  whatever  he  may  do  to  me  ,  it  never  will  compare  to  what  you  did  to  me  !  ❞          rough  hands  was  all  she  had  ever  known  ,  with  the  exception  of  the  months  she  had  spent  with  him  and  she  had  believed  him  .  believed  that  life  wasn’t  just  about  surviving  ,  but  about  living  .  to  love  and  be  loved  by  someone  .  she  had  been  an  idiot  ,  believing  she  would  ever  escape  the  pain  .          ❝  even  if  i  knew  where  he  was  i  wouldn’t  tell  you  ...  so  please  ,  be  camila’s  little  bitch  and  do  her  bidding  .  finish  me  ,  it  can’t  hurt  more  than  what  you’ve  already  done  to  me  !  ❞          

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #fugitiv » 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 #fugitiv #tw abuse

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fugitiv​     ,     𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣 

and     then     it     hits     him.     quite     painful,     the     picture     that     stands     before     him.     her,     her,     her.     broken     and     bruised.     the     dark     circles     underneath     her     eyes     says     it     all.     a     lost     cause,     dead     girl     walking.     she     has     not     changed     a     bit     and     yet     .  .  .     it’s     not     the     girl     he     fell     in     love     with     months     ago.     something     has     changed.     she’s     different.     darker,     colder,     out     of     this     world     -     almost.     body     tensed,     heart     beginning     to     beat     faster     at     the     sight     of     her,     hues     locked     and     drowning,     lips     parted.     ‘’     where     is     he?     ‘’     is     all     he     says.     all     he     can     say.     months     passed     by,     no     encounters,     no     phone     calls,     no     texts.     not     since     their     last     meeting.     HE     REMEMBERS     :     her     tiny     arms     wrapped     around     his     waist,     holding     on     to     him     for     dear     life.     she     loved     him.     and     in     that     moment,     he     loved     her     too.     he     just     couldn’t     tell     her.     couldn’t     show     her.

one     step     taken,     inviting     himself     into     her     home,     his     body     slowly     approaching     hers,     colliding     with     her     own,     pushing     her     a     little     bit     further     into     the     apartment.     ‘’     you     know     why     i’m     here,     don’t     you?     ‘’     his     gaze     is     cold,     empty,     threatening.     he     slams     the     door     shut,     hues     focused     on     the     girl     he     loves,     head     tilted,     awfully     close     now.     ‘’     where     the     fuck     is     he,     mckenna?     answer     me.     ‘’

an  empty  shell  of  the  woman  she  once  was  .  broken  and  beaten  .  rough  hands  had  marked  her  ,  claimed  her  .  yet  it  was  nothing  compared  to  what  james  had  done  .  the  physical  pain  was  endurable  ,  distracting  her  from  the  unbearable  soul  shattering  pain  he  had  inflicted  upon  her  when  he  broke  her  fragile  heart  .  groggily  she  had  opened  the  door  ,  she  did  not  know  how  long  she  had  been  out  this  time  .  the  prints  of  his  fingers  ,  both  old  and  new  ones  ,  evident  around  her  neck  .  at  first  she  does  not  even  see  him  ,  yet  her  heart  rate  picks  up  as  soon  as  his  body  comes  into  contact  with  hers  .  when  he  pushes  his  way  into  her  apartment  ,  bodies  colliding  .  but  he  is  not  her  james  ,  not  the  man  she  foolishly  fell  in  love  with  .  cold  and  on  the  path  of  murder  .          ❝  leave  now  !  ❞          her  voice  hoarse  and  almost  unhearable  .  it  pains  her  to  talk  ,  she  pushes  against  his  strong  chest  -  to  prove  her  point  .  but  it  is  a  pathetic  push  ,  muscles  sore  from  when  he  had  taken  his  anger  out  on  her  .  

she  coughs  before  speaking  up  again  ,          ❝  i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about  .  ❞          it  is  a  lie  ,  somewhat  at  least  -  her  father  had  been  blowing  up  her  phone  for  the  past  two  days  .  told  her  to  pack  a  bag  ,  leave  the  country  .  but  ethan  ,  her  new  lover  ,  had  told  her  to  stay  put  .  scared  to  disobey  him  ,  she  stayed  in  her  apartment  .  something  she  regretted  right  this  moment  ,  when  she  sees  him  again  for  the  first  time  in  months  .          ❝  you  have  to  leave  ..  ❞          she  begs  .

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hisbelief​     ,     𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

        ‘ NO,    UH NO —- LAST TIME I CHECKED NO. ’ he hopes he comes across more sincere than sarcastic as his quick response ushers the conversation along.    guns made him nervous,    especially when they were in such close range.    he never liked them,    not even when the living still owned the streets.    carrying far too many heavy memories of being put in situations where they were fired unjustly caused him to distain them.    ‘ LOOK I’M REALLY NOT OUT HERE to cause any trouble,    okay?    I’m just trying to get as far away from the city as possible,    I - I    don’t know if you’ve been anywhere near recently but it’s kind of a shit show.    if I could just get my things,    I’ll be on my way and you won’t have to see anymore of me ever again. ’    swallowing hard he wants so desperately to trust his gut and relax into the thought that she wasn’t going to hurt him,    but he had been wrong about these things so many times that it was hard to give into it such a weighted chance. 

unexpectedly  she  starts  laughing  ,  shaking  her  head  in  disbelief  .          ❝  everywhere  is  a  shit  show  .  cities  may  be  swamped  by  the  dead  ,  but  there’s  a  higher  chance  of  finding  food  ,  medicine  or  other  necessities  .  ❞          where  ever  one  went  ,  they  would  have  a  foot  in  their  grave  .  the  living  were  dying  and  the  dead  were  living  .          ❝  and  by  the  looks  of  it  ---  ❞          she  lowers  the  riffle  ,  points  it  at  the  tossed  bag          ❝  ---  you  won’t  make  it  out  there  for  more  than  a  few  days  .  ❞          carefully  she  secures  the  riffle  on  her  back  ,  quite  sure  he  will  no  hurt  her  .  if  he  wanted  to  ,  a  weapon  should  have  been  drawn  already  .          ❝  so  please  humour  me  ---  what  is  your  grand  masterplan  ?  -  how  will  you  survive  on  three  snicker’s  bars  ,  a  can  of  beans  and  a  water  bottle  ??  ❞            it  is  a  wild  guess  ,  the  contents  of  his  survival  kit  .  he  could  have  more  or  he  could  have  less  ,  it  did  not  really  matter  to  her  .  but  he  had  peaked  her  interest  ,  how  would  a  normal  person  survive  the  apocalypse  compared  to  someone  who  had  lived  the  horrors  half  her  life  .  

#:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 》 threads #hisbelief » 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 #hisbelief