#chrononactive

     Nate couldn’t help but to notice the eerie silence between the two men once they had settled in to an abandoned convenience store across the street. He had just met the guy recently & somehow, he had already pissed him right off. He saved his ass, for fucks sake. Sure, Nate was the one to shoot first, but you couldn’t take risks when you had a bloody gun pointed between your eyes. People were batshit crazy these days & Nate wasn’t going to be naïve when it came to resolving heated situations.

“So, you also use a device?” Ekko says, swinging his legs back and forth over whatever ledge he has found to perch himself on.  He figures if there is anyone safe to discuss the details of time travel with, it would be another time traveler, especially considering that Jack seems to be good, to use his own abilities for good.

That wasn't the first time Leon had heard that from a teammate, or said that to himself, but that didn't exactly make it any less worrisome to hear. Still, risk was a part of the job, and sometimes the only way they could get ahead and take care of the task at hand would be to do something unexpected and potentially dangerous.

Their current payload was time-sensitive and needed to be escorted to safety as quickly as possible, but their enemies were holding off their admittedly undersized squad quite well. Something had to change.

@chrononactive​ said: “♬ (For Ekko)”

going crazy | accepting

“What’s wrong with society?”

Ekko gazes listlessly down the street.  His neighborhood.  He loves it here, of course—he loves the people, and he would never dream of leaving them.  But he also knows the way they suffer, and there are days when the weight of that comes crushing down on him.

He wants to blame somebody, wants to hold somebody accountable, and luckily, he knows exactly whose fault it is.  “Rich guys driving big SUVs while kids are starving in the streets... when they could be doing something about it.”  He shoves his hands deep in the pockets of his tattered jeans and kicks at the concrete.

@chrononactive​ said: “❛ you’re not lying to me ? ❜ (For Max)”

joffrey 2.0 but more badly written | accepting

“N-no, I swear,” Max stammers, bringing a hand up to scratch at her neck.  “I’m a bad liar, anyway, so... I wouldn’t just—”  She is simply bad at articulating herself, which is why she is a photographer and not a poet.  Pictures are worth thousands of words—or so they say—and still they don’t get certain points across, leaving her in situations like this, where she has to try and find ways around her own shortcomings.

While she averts her own gaze, she can still feel the older man’s eyes on her, and it does nothing for her nerves.

“Hey! Just let me do it!” 

      Blood pours between his fingers, traveling closer, covering his hands as he pushes on the man’s shoulder. The last thing he needs is someone who doesn’t want to be helped. Men put on the macho attitude at exactly the worst moments. He should know, he’s done it so many times. There’s too much vulnerability in pain.. in weakness. It’s almost worse than the injury itself. He hopes, prays, and swears to God, if the guy doesn’t want the life raft, he’ll walk away. Please, Blake. Be able to walk away.