#jrdcputy

@jrdcputy​ sent “ “Did you miss me?” “

“ Not. At. All. “ 

It’s said between gritted teeth, but his eyes are steady. Staring forward. Empty. But his hands are warm with blood, pressing against his leg as he kneels down - an attempt to contain for now before he can get it looked at. If anything, it was the only thing grounding him. 

It was. 

the    snake    stares    her    terrible ,     seething    stare    &    wields    her    weapon    to    your    scarred    chest .      a    bullet    with    your    name !      but    you    are    not    WORRIED            it    is    not    your    time .      your    children ,     your    flock ,     they    are    waiting .      swarming    you ,     feeding    into    your    guidance. . .     but    your    eyes    are    on    her .      what    you    believe    still    rings    true :     NO    ONE    IS    BEYOND    SALVATION.      ❛    you    still    question    me ,     under    the    eye    of    God. . .     ❜    

 she    dare    judge    when    she    is    not    the    one    to    be    judging !      ❛    ‘  . . .for    I    know    the    plans    I    have    for    you !  ’    declares    the    Lord. . .    ‘  plans    for    welfare           not    evil .      to    give    you    a    future.  . .     to    give    you. . .    a    hope .    ❜     low    &    gritty    are     the    words    offered .      THREATENING ,     for    it    might    be    unwise    to    disagree .      the    anger    is    clearer. . .     crisper,     when    you    speak    from    it    now . inch    the    gun   closer    to    you.      ❛    . . . you    can’t    prevent    what    has    already    begun .      you    would    be    naive    to    try. . .     it   is    in    God's    hands,    now.     ❜    

𝚓𝚛𝚍𝚌𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚢  𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍  :  “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊  𝚋𝚎  𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚖𝚎 … ”

laughter erupts from the leader, brows raised and form slanted as she leans back.   she’s never seen anything quite like this.   before them stands a moose, with a terribly ragged coat and ribs that protrude like branches from a tree.  its eyes appear to blaze crimson  -  although the air surrounding them is so thick with what she imagines is bliss she wonders whether it’s merely the eyes she’s imagining or the entire beast itself.   𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐘,  𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.   

           “ this is what the seeds’a cultivatin’ ? ”   more laughter.   there is no adrenaline, no fear prompted by such a dangerous encounter.   “ don’t kill it, dep, my people would have a fuckin’ blast with this shit.  a bliss rodeo ?  a’ you fuckin’ shitting me ?   what a waste. ”

@jrdcputy​ said: “ great news on the friendship front : you’re my friend ”

@jrdcputy​ sent “ “ i dreamed that… i killed you. but i didn’t just kill you. i cut you up into little pieces.” “

The taste of blood overpowers his other senses, thick in the back of his throat and making his adams apple bob behind his matted beard. It seeps into his stomach, into his clothes, across his hands in an attempt to stem it. He can ignore the pain radiating from his nose, but the tackiness pulls at his attention. And it didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon, not that they seemed to care. There would probably be a three day celebration if he bled out like this: nose broken, trussed up like a hog, brought down to the level of his victims. 

Yet he still grinned, wet and his teeth stained scarlet. 

- @jrdcputy​ sent " “Is this the end?” “

I wish

The words bubble on his tongue, resting like bursts of toxin behind his teeth. They're dangerous as the weapon in his hand - he knew that much even before John had taught him. Even the drop in his voice if they slipped free would be too much information. 

A herald acted on commands, fixed and reinforced until they had a secure route towards their destination. To eliminate the sinners, like those before him but not Sarah. It would be easy to do, a tap of his finger like he had done countless times before. But no, her blood was not to be spilt by him. The Father’s word says as much, as well as Joseph’s hands pressing against his temples as if he could quell the wrath that rose within the elder. Her own knack for ripping all their plans apart from the roots didn’t help, but he didn’t need to acknowledge it, showing the glimmer of frustration in his eyes. The memory weighs as heavy as everything else upon his frame. 

Sarah will not escape again, and the words are swallowed and churned on as he sets his jaw. 

His stance is wide, weight balanced that even if she attempted to lunge up his own mass would counterbalance her own. That was if Sarah didn’t want the muzzle of his pistol mashed against her forehead in the process. It still allowed him to bend at the waist, uncomfortably pushing into the edge of her space - as deprived as it was. 

nonverbal starters // accepting

“ALDER MOVE!”

Her cry went unheard as the Bliss barrels he had been standing beside were SHOT, immediately exploding BLISS all over him. It swiftly clouded his senses, working it’s way through his head; Alder saw glimpses of Faith dancing in the corner of his vision, her laugh lighting up the world around him. Of course, he didn’t get much time to think about it when a cultist SLAMMED his gun into his head, knocking him into the dirt. 

Movements too sluggish, both from the Bliss and the hit, Alder could only stare at said gun LEVELED with him. 

But no gunshot ever came.

Sarah comes crashing into the cultist, knocking the gun from his hands. The world around him blurs together slow before blinking out COMPLETELY.

When he wakes up, he’s back in the jail. Alder moves to sit up, but she’s gently pushing him back down. “So, I guess I’m a fuck up, huh??” He asks, mostly wanting to lighten up the conversation. She laughs.

THERE’S  AN  AUDIBLE  HUFF    -    the  impact  is  enough  to  knock  the  breath  from  the  youngest  brother’s  lungs    (    in  turn,  he’s  quiet  for  a  moment  at  least,  a  rare  occurrence    ).    it  would  seem,  in  his  delusion  john  had  simply  forgotten  how  the  will  to  survive  made  people  strong,  stronger  than  he  could  ever  have  imagined    -    the  junior  deputy  not  excluded,  she  had  bettered  him.  the  baptist  found  himself  subdued  for  the  time  being,  held  against  the  floor  with  little  mercy    -    he  resists  the  urge  to  fight  back,  instead  he  smiles.  catching  his  breath,  inked  digits  wrap  around  sarah’s  wrist,  he  can  feel  her  RAGE.