#goresyard

#WatDatMean.

@kyuubans

CHILD, HE CALLS HER? Low, hungry cracks of thunder echo in the distance, biting at the tips of her fingers to be released in fuller force, to indulge in their master's anger. What a craft he makes out of manipulation! His darkness seems warm, like a den instead of an abyss, shelter instead of a void. She should punish him with her light, cold and brutal and precise, and let the storm ring out in triumph.

But the truth is, she is unnerved by him. If this is a test, if this is bait, she will not rise. She leaves the storm of her anger to its rumbling, and instead lets her soul sink, and sink, and sink. She is fog, slow and obscuring. A predator, belly laid close to the earth as it stalks prey.

She will not be moved.

"You think I carry the world as a punishment? I do no such thing." Her voice, ever regal, conveys only very little of the offense she's truly taken. "The earth and its creations are the children I have borne. Perhaps you view children as a punishment, but do not paint me with the same brush as your failures."

If only her agony were so simple, her exhaustion so easily remedied. She could simply wipe the canvas of earth clean, and pull it back to formless, primordial sea. No seasons to plan, no migrations to herald. No, the wound is deeper. Septic with loneliness and with shame. For if her own father couldn't even love her, how could anyone else...?

Her voice gains a poisonous edge.

"What good would naming the pain do? Everyone can already see it. Thanks to Sanderson, my tragedy is laid out for all to see like some wretched vivisection, and you think naming it would be better?"

Bitterness now curves her lips into a faint facsimile of a smile, and against the growing darkness, a haunting green-blue bioluminescence creeps from beneath her hair and from her mouth.

@goresyard : mark grayson

" THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP . " she accepted the remains of a flower pot handed to her , setting it on a nearby bench to be later trashed . " you didn't have to come back after that attack . " she was grateful though she had not expected for the pop-up stall she'd brought to the park to be destroyed in a villain attack . there wasn't much to save to bring back to her shop . everything was either broken or burnt or crushed into the earth .

There was something inherently not fun about becoming semi-conscious in their mind all thanks to what felt like consistent blows to their body. Not there enough to be the one fully experiencing the pain, but lingering just far enough forward to know something was going down that wasn't entirely pleasant. . . However there was something of a wall that was vehemently attempting to keep Marc at bay there. To hold him back, to not let him surface above the water to the point it almost felt like drowning. He hated that feeling. He hated that he knew who was taking the reigns because they were the only one strong enough to hold him back.

When Marc was allowed to surface, they were back at the flat. He was given the privilege ( hah ) to take a reflective form in the tiny ass mirror they kept on their dingy fridge. Able to see now, as the body moved about the kitchenette. Went right for the sink to seemingly wash off bruised, bloodied knuckles. Even he could sense the ache in the bones. Surprised nothing seemed broken. " This just how you spend our fuckin' weekends now? " Now, that's what Marc said. Now as in — now that Jake was showing himself to them, even if sparsely.

@goresyard  +  tadashi  &*  nani  ▐    p.   ⊰   "   [ BRUSH ] ﹕ sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.  "

nani  has  been  here    …     way  longer  than  she  should  have  been  ,  admittedly.         far  past  visiting  hours.         cass  &*  hiro  agreed  to  look  after  lilo  while  nani  visited  tadashi  there  in  his  hospital  room.        she  hadn't  meant  to  fall  asleep  ,  but  she  was  exhausted.        balancing  a  work  life  with  her  little  sisters  antics  was  draining  her  faster  than  school  or  surfing  ever  had.        since  tadashi  has  been  here  ,  she's  come  to  see  him  as  often  as  she  can  –  not  that  he'd  know.       it  was  still  important  to  her.       he  was  her  only  friend  –  the  only  one  who  understood  her  loss.       so  she'd  come  here  even  after  a  twelve  hour  shift.      figured  she  could  work  on  some  of  this  paperwork  for  the  caseworker  there  against  the  side  of  his  bed.     

when  she  feels  a  hand  moving  her  hair  back  behind  her  ear  ,  she  anticipates  opening  her  eyes  to  one  of  the  others  –  probably  cass  ,  trying  to  wake  her.        it's  not  the  first  time  she's  fallen  asleep  around  them  ,  after  all.      ❛    auē  ----  wasn't  even  asleep   …   ❜        she  gently  swipes  at  the  hand  ,  fingers  wrapping  wrist.       a  pause  –  cass  is  a  thin  lady.      that's  not  a  childs  wrist  ,  either.        wide  brows  immediately  open  and  look  ,  then  cast  quickly  up  toward  the  head  of  the  bed.         ❛    tadashi  !   ❜       she  gasps  excitedly  &*  launches  herself  upward  to  hug  him  around  the  neck  –  only  loosening  it  with  regard  to  his  injury  a  moment  later  when  she  remembers.        ❛    shit  ,  sorry  !    ❜        she  cups  his  face  ,  grin  bright  &*  then  motherly  in  concern  a  breath  later  as  she  quickly  starts  looking  him  over.         ❛    how  do  you  feel  ?     do  you  need  anything  ?     hows  your  pain  ?      i  should  get  a  nurse  -----    ❜

The boy couldn’t sleep as nightmares were once again plaguing his once happy dreams, he slowly got up before rubbing at his eyes.

The jewel shard embedded in his lower back glowing ever so slightly as he then tries to ease it down, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of a presence nearby. He kept his kusarigama close just in case, he yawned a little before going to get a drink of water.

@goresyard ( + sam ! ) ▐     p.   ⊰    ❝    i'm  trying  to  stay  calm.

❛     that's  step  one.     ❜        sometimes  he  feels  bad  for  dragging  sam  into  the  world  of  superheroes.        mostly  though  ,  he's  just  grateful  to  have  someone  he  can  trust.       baby  blues  squint  in  darkness  ,  even  more  grateful  for  modified  sight  as  he  takes  in  the  wires  before  him.       what  he  wouldn't  give  for  natasha  or  tony  to  be  here  –  disarming  a  bomb  is  not  his  forte.        but  you  what  you  have  to  do  when  you're  thousands  of  miles  away  from  home  &*  on  the  run  from  the  world  government.      he  could  have  chosen  to  stay  out  of  the  line  of  fire.        take  a  note  from  wanda  &*  vision  &*  just  exist  quietly.        but  no  ,  steve  rogers  can't  sit  on  his  hands.       even  if  they  want  to  shake  at  the  moment.           ❛   still figuring out step two.   think  shuri  will  answer  if  we  call  ?      what  time  is  it  in  wakanda  ?        she  seems  like  someone  who  wouldn't  want  to  be  woken  up.    ❜           he's  giving  himself  time  to  think  –  to  recall  the  times  he's  watched  nat  do  this.      he  can't  see  a  timer.      does  that  mean  it's  triggered  by  tripping  it  somehow  ?       what  the  hell  tripped  it  ,  then  ?