#fxithless

            “i can do this. now give it back.”

     she holds her hands out for the gun that had been so rudely ripped from her hands. kiesler wanted to start stepping up more around camp which meant going out on patrols which in turn meant weapons. but, still, everyone was wary to give her one.

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   "what are you doing out here?”

olesya stepped out of the crashed ark,  moving straight for the man who seemed  to be standing outside for no reason. as part of the guard, her was her duty to make sure nothing bad happened- and someone loittering in the dark was oddly suspicious.

text message starters, part 1/?

( txt to; murphy )

( txt ); oh my god look who’s talking 

( txt ); how the fuck was i supposed to know that the dude was a cop ? 

( txt ); matter of fact why did you let me go near the cop when i was drunk 

↳ ♕ L y r i c s . L o r d e  S t y l e

                          as they should, because with all honesty, it’s a miracle the two hadn’t run out the medical supplies from the various times arrival came by with busted noses or sliced abdomens ( a good seventy percent from sparring, but they had to go hunt eventually, with mutated animals and all makes it oh so fucking simple. )

                                       its only after that it partially becomes a routine, partially being said that if the other would just sit still then maybe he wouldn’t have to hear murphy run his mouth on his poor bandaging skills. ( which, are simply fine, thank you very much. ) it hardly matters, even with the male seated in front of standing igure does he manage to fidget every now and then.

a snort fills the air, and broad shoulders raise in a curt shrug, idly cautious with the rubbing alcohol dabbed ‘pon bicep laceration.

                                  ❝   yeah well, kinda have to since the princess gave up on us; then again i prefer your snide company over hers.  ❞

                                            he’d leave the tent with a pounding headache and vexation fresh anew in rugged features from all the scolding and back talk she’d give him; hell, let the wounds be damned if he had to hear ‘jesus christ how old are you two ?’ one more time.

movements fluid once extended bandages are coiled snug and fit, he takes a step back, changing positions.

        ❛ did you find it? ❜

lincoln had heard from abby that murphy, with others, had gone to find the city of light. h believed it to just be a myth but, to see the male before him, he could not help but wonder if it was real.