#humanetic

♢   ♢   ♢  starter for @humanetic​

YOU DON’T WANT HIM TO SEE YOU --- not like this. it’s easier not to be percieved when you’re exhausted and sore, when every muscle in your body ( at least the ones you can still call your O W N ) is aching and the pain that ripped through you not so long ago is seeping downwards into your core. the tear of flesh over your shoulder should be nothing of note, but the angle is making it tough to get to and your patience is beginning to wear thin. a small part of your feels envious for a moment as your dark eyes scan him, narrowing for a moment, trying to reach for and bat away any pity that comes in your direction -- but he stands firm, simply watching - watching with a sort of hungry curiosity that ruminates within you for a moment  ( and makes you wish it wasn’t your poor needle work he was focusing on --- )

@humanetic​ sent:  “  you’re really making a big deal out of nothing.  ”

NUMBNESS    HAD    BECOME    A    COMFORT    ,    ,        however    as    you    could    find    her    under    plush    covers    -    -    allowing    skin    to    be    warmed    by    the    sun    as    she    allows    her    gaze    to    selfishly    soak    in    the    skin    of    a    man    who    had    once    threatened    her    life    (    well    )    now    gave    her    a    reason    to    LIVE    -    -        she    found    herself    itching    at    that    same    SKIN    as    she    found    the    numbness    returning    (    he    had    been    working    and    so    had    she        )        find    her    home    on    the    floor    of    her    living    room    ,    ,    bones    aching    as    she    waited    for    that    door    to    OPEN    ONCE    AGAIN    ,    ,    jolting    upwards    at    any    sound    of    footsteps    in    the    hallways    -    (    please    come    home    )    -    ❝    lukas    ?    ?    ❞    his    name    left    her    chest    as    the    front    door    creeks    -    -    look    how    quickly    snapping    bones    popped    back    into    place    as    she    scrambles    (    listen    to    books    fall    )    ,    ,    papers    slipping    and    her    cat    expelling    a    whine    as    coraline    moved    ,    ,    ❝    LUKAS    !    !        ❞    she    looked    rough    ,    ,    as    if    just    living    life    had    exhausted    her    -    but    HE    !    !    he    wore    it    worse    ,    ,    ❝    hey-    hey    are    you    okay    ❞    small    hand    reach    (    please    connect    -    please    be    real    )    

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@humanetic​ asked: ❝ …did you just hit me? ❞         sentence starters:  maybe interactive quotes

  Go! go! GO!  the witch sprints through the crowd as fast as she can. The sound of yelling can still be heard yards behind as a group of men call after her, demanding anyone to stop her. Inked digits are curled tightly around the straps of a tattered backpack as she continues her escape, not once caring to look back. “Fuckin’ move!” she warns as she pushes through the crowd. She makes a tight turn around the corner of a building, hoping she would finally be in the clear. You’re good! They’ll never catch you! until she suddenly clashes with another. 

  She falls to the ground, losing contact with the backpack. “Fuck me-” she groans, rolling to her side and reaching for the bag. “Fuck, sorry!” ice blue hues look up to the other before she can hear the approaching sound of the men coming from around the corner. She quickly scrambles to move to the corner of the building, standing back against the wall as inked digits grip and pull the other in front of her. she shoves the backpack between them, arms draped over the other’s shoulders. “I’ll pay you, just go along with this. Please.” she buries her face into their shoulder, swaying back in forth as if they were just some couple enjoying themselves in the city. “$100. don’t. make. this. weird.” she whispers.