#herflame

@herflame​ said: “I want to kill him. I mean, I have to kill him.” 

from annie oakley’s girl starters :’)

          ‘ . . .  THANKS , RAIN. ’    it’s not that he doesn’t think she couldn’t kill the bullies lying in wait outside of the school’s walls—if anyone could, it would be her—it’s more that he’s not used to anyone who could feasibly do something coming to his rescue. but he doesn’t think he’s brave enough to fight back, and his dad would kill him if he got into a fistfight, even if it was to defend himself. still, stan gives her a small smile, fiddling with the straps of his backpack.   ‘ or we could just go out the back and avoid them entirely. ’

the angel is not one to announce his entrances. instead he does what he always does, and appears quite suddenly in front of rain with an ever present, slightly giddy, grin.  and a not entirely necessary ‘ it’s me, hello! ’

 ‘ i have seen so many new things today. also some things i would like to not see again. ’ one of the dangers of being invisible on the job.  ‘ so i came back to tell you all about them! ’

The girl had shown up battered, bruised, and warm to the touch. His mother assumed the worst, and suggested the do what any sane person would do when they assumed someone was infected. A bullet between the eyes. But Mateo and Ella both had this gut feeling that it hadn’t been infected that did this to her. After all, Mateo couldn’t find any bite marks –– none. He wasn’t about to rip the strangler’s clothes off to find out, but if she had run into a a few infected they wouldn’t have left her body this much in tact. It had to have been people. Which was almost a more worrying thought. 

His mother finally caves, agreeing to check the girl over for more bites. They one of the tents, agreeing that they would all sleep in shifts anyway, and there was no harm in treating the girls wounds as long as someone kept an eye on her during the night. 

A few hours pass and Mateo offers to take the first watch. The fire has lowered to a relaxing crack as he sits on the ground about a foot away from the opening of her tent. The flaps have been pinned back, making watching her easier. But Mateo wasn’t exactly watching her all too closely. His thoughts always ran wild on night watches. He spooked easy generally, and he was thankful that his mother would wake up in a few hours to take over the night watch for him. 

But he hears the girl begin to stir in the tent. His eyes flicker to her, watching as she seems to start to wake up. His gun is on his hip, but he doesn’t reach for it. He simply waits for her eyes to open and for them to settle on the man at the entrance of her tent. 

‘If you don’t eat, I swear to the patron of death herself that I will stuff a tube down your throat and force feed you.’ the words were spoken with fluid spanish, the hushed tones only making the threat more viable as Marco looked to his brother. Naturally, Leonel’s expression was hardened, dark eyes following his twin’s every move ... and with a very purposeful action, the twin reached forward, taking hold of the plate ... 

And threw it. 

@herflame​  said,    ‘ put  your  shirt  back  on.  please  don’t  make  me  laugh  at  you. ’

' oh  my  god.  are  you  serious?  body  shaming  much? '   and  no,  he  doesn't  take  the  threat  of  imminent  humiliation  to  heart.  he  tuts,  pulls  his  sunglasses  out  from  somewhere  no  one  can  totally  pinpoint  the  location  of,  plops  them  on  his  face,  throws  his  hands  behind  his  head,  lays  his  back  down  and  sprawls  out  in  the  grass.  this  is  the  way  to  be,  hurtful  laughs  or  no  hurtful  laughs.   ‘ IT’S  SUMMER,  RAIN.  you  knew  me  taking  my  shirt  off  in  public  would  be  part  of  the  deal  when  you  agreed  to  hang  out  with  me. ’