#bulletwalk

If it ain't a Johnny Cash song, I'm being disowned again.

He freezes, slowly raises his hands and................

@bulletwalk​

💋 "I'm still waitin' fer a taste 'a those big pouty lips 'a yers.~"

💋 【 8 / 5 】

「My big pouty lips, huh〜？」 Mukuro laughs softly, her lips haven’t been described as such before, not that she minded. Actually, Mukuro quite liked knowing that they looked nice to Ashe〜

「I don’t mind giving you a bit of a sample〜」 With that, Mukuro quickly closed the gap between them, their lips connecting for a few seconds before Mukuro parted。

「Satisfied〜？」

     @bulletwalk​ asked:            ↪ CONFRONTATIONS

“  i don’t know why you seem to think you have to hide your pain.  ” (':

          Jesse can go into GREAT detail — go on for hours why he’s choosing to handle the situation the way he has been — and he’d still be WRONG for it in her eyes.

     And maybe she’s right, to an extent. All the nagging on the topic recently’s got him thinking about the OTHER end of the stick. But it’s hard for him to not draw from his own experience, being in their shoes way back when. It’s hard, CHOOSING to put someone through that pain when you know it all too well yourself. The way he sees it? Ignorance is bliss.

     “It’s not for YOU t’burden...” he replies with a huff.

@bulletwalk​

"I wasn't gonna' leave ya' back there t'bleed out... Come on now." Woulda' been real easy too, but Ashe ain't the type. Even if Mukuro mighta' done so -- Ashe ain't sure, but she made sure to get them both out alive. Even if barely. "Yer not gonna' get much use 'a that leg though fer a while . . . How's it feel?" // lmao i didn't say it wouldn't be angsty

  As much as Mukuro wanted to protest, saying that Ashe should just leave her behind, because she’d just slow the other down, but Mukuro also knew that any protest would be met with a ‘can it - no you ain’t’ sort of answer。 At least, she assumed so anyway。 But if the roles were reversed, Mukuro would be doing the same with Ashe。

「Well, I can’t say this is the worst pain I’ve felt but。。。」 she hisses as her leg pulsates in pain, 「it’s for sure up there in the ranks。」

     @bulletwalk​ asked:

"He insisted on . . . Finishing up yer chores after y'weren't waking up from yer nap. I just--" Woulda' been so easy to tell him no and have Bob take over but the way Jr'd insisted felt so damn personal. She can't be sure what's going on in the kid's head. How could she be? Hearing your dad was dying. Being the oldest.

The kid was zonked out now, and a wreck. Scrapes and bruises from trial and error in doing ALL the shit Jesse normally did. She sighs softly, not wanting to wake Jr up but when she walks away from his door with Jesse she stops and buries her face into his chest her whole body needing some kinda' comfort. Any she could get.

"Y'gotta teach him to do this stuff proper, I can't send him to school like that tomorrow." Ashe is holding back any tears for now. Sure as Hell would be a lot of time for them later. "He's scared." She is too.

     There was a part of him that wished his son were like the others — young, undiscerning, still OBLIVIOUS to the dangers of the world, unknowing of the truth behind Jesse’s made-plain explanation of his current circumstances to the kids some days ago.

          No, he knows what’s going on. He understands the full extent of what was said the other day and that’s exactly why Jesse can’t even bear looking at him anymore.

     “He’s seven...” It’s mumbled under his breath, covered with a scoff as he exits the doorway to escape the kid’s room. He doesn’t make it far before she halts him in his tracks, burrowing deep into his chest looking for an embrace — one he doesn’t give.

     Jesse wasn’t much younger than that when he found out about his mother; a while ago now, but he remembers the feeling. He remembers the struggle and the emotions and the feeling of helplessness — he remembers not wanting anybody else to have to suffer through that misery.

     “He’s fuckin’ SEVEN YEARS OLD, Ashe, for Christ’s sake — he doesn’t need t’learn th’farm, he needs t’be out there...playin’ with his friends, should be at school, impressin’ or pissin’ off th’teachers, he should be takin’ care of his SISTERS, he’s...” he trailed off when he realized he was running out of breath, knowing if he’d continue on his little rant, he’d start a coughing fit right outside the kid’s door — and that’d probably just upset everyone even more so than they already are. Though there wasn’t much room for growth in that category...

          Underneath that cool, calm and collected demeanor was the unknown — and the fear of it was coming damn near close to killing him much sooner than any cancer would get to him. Not only was it freaking out the rest of the family, JESSE was scared; and he was evidently starting to show it.

     There’s an audible tremble to the sigh that escapes his lips, Jesse’s arms finally moving to wrap around the woman’s shoulders in a tight embrace. “He DESERVES what I couldn’t have — he deserves t’be a KID. Days, months, years...if these are gonna be my last, I’ll be damned if I let him spend every day worryin’ ‘bout me; that ain’t what I want, for ANY of you...” There’s a pause as fingers move to tangle in the woman’s hair, pulling her more into his chest as his voice drops to a whisper,

Ashe licking a candy cane and sticking it to his beard.

@bulletwalk​ asked: ‘  never make decisions out of fear, only out of spite. ‘ likely ashe giving drunk, unsolicited (bad) advice.

𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜. | Accepting

Secret Starters | Accepting

"Good."

The doctor rinsed her hands, water running red for a few moments until the faucet was turned off.