“do me a favour and tell your damn husband he’s a fucking idiot.” okay, so maybe dalton was the idiot in this situation and he was sure as hell that heather knew what had happened, but it didn’t stop him from feeding her his bullshit. she would see past it, as she always had. she had been around for a long time before carter had made her his wife and dalton was not prepared to stop treating her like one of the boys just because she had a ring on her finger. “and before you ask, no, it was not my fault that i got shot.” it was. “your dickhead of a husband wasn’t in position and i was out of it trying to find him.” perhaps that part was true, but dalton had been the one to attack a little louder than planned and given himself away. his arm was in a sling, but the doctors had told him he wouldn’t need it in a few weeks. he was determined to bring ‘a few’ to one. “i guess this makes this... bullet wound number six? you’d think i enjoy being shot with the amount of times i have been,” he snorts and lifts his beer to his mouth. “did you miss me whilst i was away, heather? i know you did, so don’t even lie.” / @holyqueens - HEATHER

of course nothing that had transpired was a laughing matter, korey knew that. however, he also knew that it was better to laugh than it was to cry, and if they were stuck in an never ending time loop of absurdity, it was ideal to see the funny side. he’d found himself remarkably amused by the stunt the cobras had decided to pull. the savages had caused a catastrophic event affecting cobras, savages and civilians alike. had made it difficult for him to escape the confines of what had become his and sunny’s home. what had happened to the manor? barely affected all of the savages. if anyone were to try and compare the two in his presence, he would have to laugh. he’s waiting for the kettle to boil, lips pursed “who would you put your money on at this point; cobras or savages?” he asks then, as he feels her presence enter the room. “...better pick wisely, it’ll inevitably affect my opinion of you,” the dutchman teases, amusement framing his features. // @holyqueens

closed starter: @holyqueens - shiloh

francisco was exhausted and it shows as he arrives home after seeing carter, dalton and javier home. they switch on who makes sure the others get home after each mission, they tend to the injured first and make their way around the group. it helps that carter and dalton usually go to carter’s where heather soothes them. they have a beer there before javier and francisco head home. his jacket is thrown to one side and he drops the duffel bag by the door, falling onto the couch before throwing his head back against the cushions. he groans and finally allows his body to relax. “laura? you here, babe?” francisco is going to make no effort to get up and try to find her, but she knows what he’s like by now. he just needs to take a load off and sleep for the next fifteen hours. a bath with muscle soaks, too. and then food. a lot of food. all with laura, preferably, by his side. / @holyqueens - LAURA

waking up in a hospital room was so far removed from the ideal. though korey suspected it was the same for absolutely anyone. still, as a numbed pain continued to surge through his frame, he found himself questioning it. wondering if there were any in the world who’d find this experience an enjoyable one. he came to the conclusion that there would be. there was someone to enjoy absolutely anything out there, after all. clearing his throat, he’s drawn from his thoughts by the sight of a familiar face. “wasn’t a dream then, eh?” more so a nightmare, he’d say -- however, he tried his best to remain strong despite how powerless he now felt. “...not the immortal man i thought i was, apparently.” he chuckles, immediately regretting it. “is...is everyone else okay?” // @holyqueens