#4taking

not so tight he can't breathe, but not so loose he can break the hold.. where bucky gives her room to gloat, his arms test the tension sinched tighter. fists strain, he toys with a grin, " can't say my shrink gets paid enough to have answers for this. " why his penchant for trouble kept tucked in his shadow, too close to ever, truly, be rid of. but he tried. met it halfway with a bargain and wound up on the asphalt for his troubles.

𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 / 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍.

clark turns on a swivel as the cat makes circles around him, a harsh, black outline to his technicolored frame, arms crossed over his chest, & brows furrowed above watchful hues. he knows this cat has claws, though it seems her curiosity will make it a challenge to keep his distance.

   Harcourt was rather quick on the draw , but even she wasn't quick enough to out maneuver the sheer CRACK of the whip as it coiled around her like that of an anaconda ; an exhalation of pain escaping her lips before shooting daggers at the other woman using her eyes alone ,  ❝ I picked up on the gimp suit , but what the fuck are you doing in my apartment ? ! ❞

   Of course , given her line of work ? The visit was probably in regards to some top secret dossier she had stashed away , or maybe this leather bound lady just wanted to take her cash ? One was definitely more preferred . . . that was for certain ; all the meanwhile , her mind would start going into operator mode . . . scheming the best way to get herself out of this predicament .

GLOOM,   body   ached,   echoing   pressure   of   debris   that   had   fallen   from   explosion   before   pain   claimed   his   consciousness.   destiny   of   all   heroes,   if   martyrdom   became   catalyst   for   change   of   the   city   he   called   HOME,   death   would   be   welcomed   with   open   arms.   and   so,   her   knight   fell   .   .   .   yet,   a   sultry   voice   beckoned   him   back,   sharp   edge   caressed   jaw   skin,   testing,   soothing.   at last,   he   returned.   ❛   you   don't   want   to   know,   ❜    raspy   by   dust,   voice   enounced   before   eyes   opened   to   the   world,   feline   figure   forming   on   sight   at   each   blink,   attempting   to   recognize   their   surroundings   and   failing.   ❛   why   did   you   help   me?   ❜ @4taking

              DISTRESSED CRIES OF FLIGHTLESS BIRD shall not once meet the ears of those whose fangs sink deep, deep.     they know not of what horrors they have traversed,     of what losses they have endured to fight for this faux peace that teeters on thin ice     ————     it is fragile,     oh,     so fragile,     yet those who have not once faced the BURDEN of preventing even a single misstep dare speak to them of heroism.     ///     a drunkard knows not of what he speaks,     he is but one person dictating to healer what constitutes true heroism.     in a messy,     convoluted string of words that could barely form a cohesive sentence,      confidence had been struck.     each act of pure kindness that stemmed from this bleeding heart,     aiming to one day reach the desired fruit of redemption,     to thoroughly bite into it    &    revel in its sweet nectar     .....     how far,     how cruel that fate's pawn,     one mere drunkard,     is enough to silence this dream.     he is no hero.     true harbingers of peace would have stopped this already.      his light is nothing compared to maiah or cisma's.     he's not worthy.

              in but a fleeting moment,     she speaks,     intonation as domineering as always.     there is no such thing as a filter around the likes of maiah volkoh     ;     words meticulously woven together from deceitful lips are naught but her truth,     asserted as an objective truth that,     no matter the person she spoke to,     would come to accept her truth as reality.     had it always been right   ?     he knows not.     sam is not a man of pure judgement     ;     he has no right to judge others.     they knew that,     didn't they   ?

              ❛     i     ————     ❜     silence.     it was if she knew his very though process.     as if she could read     the manner in which eace facial lineament dropped,     forsake the once cheery,     benevolent light that it had accepted,     no matter how transient it was   !!     albeit their relationship may not be the finest one,     it is indubitable that she cares.     she cares for him,     just as the others do.     a reminder.     brought back from the depths he had been sinking into for a moment.     (   must you always fall back 'pon the hand of another   ?     shall you continue to burden them,     even when you had vowed to stand alongside them,     not behind them   ?     none could ever hope to be as insatiable as you,     sam winds.   )     cease erroneous thoughts.     they are not his.     they are not mine.     it is his turn to speak,     he has left her in silence for too long.     how unbecoming.