#carelvss

卐 ⟶     oceanic optics still open & alert at four in the morning wasn’t                 abnormal for the solider, insomnia & the need to be vigilant                 still carrying themselves over as permanent traits even within                 his amnesia-ridden state of being; yet - that didn’t mean he                 expected the sudden CRASH that came from declan’s room,                 frame that had been nestled upon the couch as a place of                 residence until he figured something out scurrying upwards                 in frantic motion. why? perhaps it was a sense of protective-                 ness that the hydra-made wasn’t aware he needed to keep                 suppressed, maybe it was internal concern and instinct that                 he could be the one under attack, yet as physique hovered                 by the other man’s doorway, oceanic hues glancing curiously                 over the mess upon flooring, gut told him there was a STORY                 here that was far away from the previous worries his mind                 had frazzled over.

☠ ⟶      ❛this is your LAST warning.❜

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