#justsurvival

BLOOD RUNS THICK WHERE KNIFE KISSES WOUND, pressed tight into a neck that quivered with each breath. a trembling gasp leaves mouth dry, drawing deeper still the anticipation of life-ending action. arthur pulls his lips thin, brown eyes narrowing where he looked up at his assailant. such words widen the hues, their clay color threatened by specks of gold that emerge underneath in a display of wary power. the agent did not expect a question in turn — is the other stalling ?? or, perhaps, genuinely curious for his answer.

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR TIME, : OR PRECISELY WHERE YOU SHOULD BE? a question that had taunted for months now. memories haunt, &. she now bears the burden of remembering. but she will not let them go, not when she has them returned now ; she will carry them through the ache. ... BUT IT DOESN'T EASE THE ECHOING QUESTION, the dilemmas birthed by them. of the sense of loss of self.

GOLDEN SOUL, : STRETCHED SO LONG NOW, something so eternal &. resilient bound to be sensed. but, the champion herself has yet to utter the truth to even her closest comrades, ( even when there was no hiding something had changed the hero of the hour ) ... so how was it that she, @justsurvival + bianca , uttered the words so seamlessly? an ability? a device she carried? what revealed the truth to her? PERHAPS, A GAME OF TAKES ONE TO RECOGNIZE THE OTHER. ... the wind blows, the rocky path empty of others. it takes her a moment, another ; lips parted even words were not spilled. ❝ how did you know? ❞ for it is not a face she recalls from the past lost, from the days when the star was whole, when instead of warrior of light, there was azem.

HE IS TIRED OF THE CONSTANT MOTION, the way that their skin pushes and pulls against each other, and they remain STUCK, stagnant like mosquitos over a stilled pond. they have been BUZZING for weeks now, as if lost in a swarm. the constant hum of their voices mingled in the background noise ; the feeling of eyes that never quite went away. he expected more movement already, more FORWARD ACTION that remained forthcoming to inevitable demise. was this phantom not a cold-blooded killer ?? surely that bloodlust is not misplaced and they are ever searching in their hunt for FLESH and pain. after all, were they not supposed to be a barter for blood and money, trading red for gold ??

arthur stops himself when he is at the top of the steps, his dark brown gaze cascading over each slab of concrete to fall upon dark hair and dark eyes and unassuming features. the hitman appears as clear as day before him at the very bottom floor. although it is often hard to see a star in a night sky so full of them, arthur appears eager to pick the other out from the lineup of burning rubble. gaseous - the slip and slide of torment, each movement luring the other into initiative. how could the agent resist for much longer ?? he was starting to worry that he had already failed his own goal: had the hitman done his job, and the agent just somehow missed the cue ?? bodies hiding in the frozen abyss, meteors that burn and wither, though roam unnoticed until they make IMPACT.

a shake of the head gives way to his unease. he moves to unbutton his blazer, mostly because his gun was tucked behind the flaps and he knew, judging by the way the other man prowled close ( one step at a time ) that this was no friendly truce ; an agreeance that they were getting nowhere. no - this was PURPOSEFUL. and thus, his unease grows.

* plotted starter. @justsurvival

⸙ she  didn’t  want  to  shush  him  but  it  was  impossible  not  to  snicker  at  that,  blue  eyes  on  the  machinery  in  front  of  her.    crack,  crack,  crack.    the  sound  of  her  tool  mixing  with  the  engines  of  the  prototype  they  had  created  together  —  she  hadn’t  wanted  to  ruin  it  but  somewhat  it  was  inevitable,  as  usual,  and  the  weapon  had  exploded  in  their  faces  a  while  prior.    so  no,  jinx  was  not  in  the  mood  for  compliments  and  soft  words  no  matter  how  a  part  of  her  yearned  for  them  with  such  hunger  it  would  leave  anyone  desperate.      it  was  ekko  by  her  side,  and  he  was  different.      he  also  gave  her  such  emotion  and  thrill  of  being  able  to  do  most  things  in  the  world,  but  she  was  a  child  back  then  —-  and  her  dreams  had  been  reachable.

18. how did you come across the roleplay community?

answered here!

19. who was the first faceclaim you remember using, who for (canon or original)?

i don't want to get egged for this ... but a.manda seyfried for renata (twi.light volturi guard, technically an oc because there's zero information on her), m.ark gatiss for my.croft holmes (yes it was the bbc version, i was a teenager okay) and a.delaide kane for a "canon" character in a fandom i will not name