YOU'RE GOING TO DIE

&&. Starter Call

@militechnical​  sent: “I’m holding out for something more.” (jackie)

 It  didn't  take  much  after  Jackie  found  out  about  her  living  situation  that  she  moved  in.  In  fact,  over  the  few  months,  she  had  grown  to  know  Jackie,  to  care  for  Jackie,  she  found  things  easy.  V  found  being  with  him  easy,  and  that  was  such  a  rarity  in  her  life.  Heart  and  soul  under  lock  and  key  for  as  long  as  she  could  remember.  But  with  him,  it  simply  unlocked  and  shone,  her  being,  herself,  her  light.  There  was  just  something  about  him  that  brought  it  out  of  her,  that  brought  out  the  best  of  her.  But,  good  things  like  that  were  always  easy  to  mix  up  for  something  more.  And  for  a  moment,  she  lost  herself  in  the  thoughts  of  what  they  were  who  they  were.

 The  conversation  at  hand  falling  to  the  side,  she  forgets  only  for  a  moment  until  his  last  sentence.  Lifting  her  beer  to  her  lips,  taking  a  long  sip  to  mask  how  lost  in  thought  she  had  been.  Her  brows  furrowing  the  smallest,  a  small  gentle  crease  between  her  brows,  the  right  just  a  twinge  higher  than  the  right  as  she  looked  at  him.    ❝  What  kinda  somethin'  Jack?  Ain't  a  lotta  somethin'  past  what  were  doin'  fo'  people  like  us.  ❞      The  words  are  half-empty,  hollow  even  because  she  wants  more  too.  More  than  holding  a  gun  at  people  and  getting  drunk,  living  as  a  legend  was  not  always  a  dream  not  until  she  met  him,  and  it  was  not  what  she  wanted  in  her  heart  of  hearts.  

 Family,  that  was  what  V  wanted.  Cliche,  she  knows.  In  fact,  she  would  even  call  it  stupid,  but  that  lacking  touch  of  warmth  from  her  own  childhood  and  life,  it  made  her  want  it  so  bad  some  days  it  hurt.  It  hurt  in  her  stomach  and  chest  as  if  it  were  going  to  burst  from  between  her  ribs  and  kill  her.  But  to  share  that,  to  tell  him  that  it  may  be  too  much.  But  she  can  open  the  door.  She  can  always  open  the  door  for  him  and  see  where  it  takes  them.      ❝  Ya  know,  somethin'?  I  don'  think  it's  terrible  t'  want  somethin'  outside  o'  all  this.  ❞

Her trip to atlanta

her body scars

the meaning behind her tattoos

the one long term relationship she had