#deathcreated

             Death was always sudden, one never expecting to be wrapped in its vice-like grip. And once Death came for you, there was no escape. Air was forced out of his lungs in one sharp movement, leaving the soldier wheezing under the heel of his heavy boots. It took a moment for him to regain his composure and lost breath, once being able to speak retorting with his usual snark.   ❛   You’ve always had a shitty sense of humor, Gabriel, but this takes the cake.   ❜

                                                          SHARKNATO (2017)

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       SILLYEVIL  —    ind. HABIT of everymanHYBRID written by sonatina

       DEATHCREATED  —    ind. gabriel / reaper of overwatch written by nato

       CONDUITING  —    ind. delsin of infamous: second son written by maci

       EYEMOTICONS  —    ind.  wrench of watch_dogs 2  written by karmix

      ARTIFICEBCDY  —    ind.  genji of overwatch  written by cotton

various starters | accepting.

    ❛ What a choice of words. ❜

     Claws reach out and grab onto shoulders, and slowly inch their way closer to the neck. The mask leans close, tilting slightly to the left when it stops, leaving a good gap between the two, but breaching what should be comfortable with relative ease. He won’t close it any further with the mask; it prevents a lot of what makes getting within inches of anthers face worthwhile.

          A WAVE OF NOSTALGIA CASCADED OVER THE OLD SOLDIER,   the sheer weight of it nearly causing his knees to buckle, the inexplicable sight of the familiar young handsome man before him an utter shock to his system. Somehow, in front of his very eyes, was Gabriel. His Gabriel. The man who had meant the entire world to him once upon a time. No, who was he kidding   ?   He still did. Even though now a mask hid his face and he wished for the soldier’s death. The feelings had not changed despite time and all the horrid events that had transpired, all of the atrocities that this man had committed in the present. And the soldier hated himself for that, hated that he could not vanquish those precious memories of simpler times, when the two of them were young, fresh faced, full of laughter   &   glee, and most importantly had each other’s backs, loved each other just as God loved his creations. The old soldier sighed, glad that his visor muffled his cracking voice wrought with emotion, hid the sound of a choked sob, the melancholy that only came with knowing that things would never be the same between them.   ❛   I’m no one important to you. At least, not anymore.   ❜  

             Jack had been awake for HOURS now   —   mindlessly staring at the dimly lit ceiling, eyelids closing every couple of seconds, his body tense and still. He couldn’t help himself. He had a million and one problems to deal with on a daily basis and not even the night, not even after begging the other man to share a bed that night for warmth   &   comfort, had he managed to let his eyelids close for more than two minutes. He sighed, hands rising to rub at his tired eyes for a moment, when he felt a shift in the bed beside him. Gabriel had been asleep for hours now, after the initial discomfort of having Jack cramped in the tiny bed with him, and had not stirred the entire time until now. Jack dared to steal a peep at the sleeping figure and that’s when a pillow socked him in the face and he heard Gabriel complain.   ❛   I can’t. Don’t you think I would’ve by now if I could’ve ?    ❜   He murmured into the pillow, pushing it out of his face with a frown.   ❛   Stop hitting me. You’re only going to wake me up even further.   ❜   He’d never fall asleep at this point.

            ❛   OW !   ❜   Lids snap wide open, cerulean gaze staring with irritation at the offender, namely one Gabriel Reyes, already showered, dressed, & ready to start the day. There’s a pout that overcomes Jack’s thin lips, incoherent mumbling in the air as he takes a swat at Gabriel’s hand to prevent another attack. He lifts the blanket up over his head as an extra safety measure, finally responding after a good long moment.   ❛   You’re not leaving, you wouldn’t know where to go   —   we’re not in California anymore. Let me sleep in today, Gabe. I didn’t get enough rest last night. Why don’t you just climb back into bed ?  Hm ?   ❜   He pulls down the covers, a hopeful little smile playing upon his lips.