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@lcvsck​ sent: gun // from nevaeh if that's cool!

Zemo raised his hands slowly, neutral expression firmly in place. The girl currently leveling a gun at him couldn’t have been older than sixteen—but, this was Madripoor, and in Lowtown tragedy was never in short supply. It was easy to imagine the difficult path life must have taken her on to reach this point. The bounty on his head would be more than enough to change her circumstances, assuming that was what she was after. 

his   gaze   did   not   divert   from   its   fixed   point.   the   memorial,   a   sculpture   carved   in   torment.   anguishing   pain   and   loss.   the   inscription   was   hidden   behind   dead   leaves,   offerings   and   kind   words.   still,   there   were   too   few   of   them.   as   though   with   time,   the   memory   of   those   who   lost   their   lives   when   the   ruined   skies   rained   scraps   of   land   over   the   country   was   slowly   being   erased   from   existence,   forgotten.   У   знак   сећања   на   народ   Соковије...   he   bend   a   knee   and   reached   to   sweep   the   leaves   aside.   ❝   in   sign   of   memory   of   the   people   of   sokovia.   ❞   he   translated   out   loud   for   his   dying   tongue   left   a   bitter   sweet   taste.

focus...   control...   that’s   all   he   had   left.

❝   what   i   was   unable   to   control   was   the   safety   of   my   family.   but   they   were   taken   from   me.   control   was   so   freely   given   to   those   who   were   meant   to   keep   us   safe.   ❞   he   could   barely   recall   the   feeling   of   a   small   hand   reaching   for   his   own,   the   tiny   giggles   his   son   would   make.   he   would   often   reach   for   the   decaying   photograph   he   kept   in   his   pocket   so   he   would   not   forget   his   face...   nor   his   wife’s.   his   heart,   though   frigid   cold   filled   with   revenge,   shattered   a   little   more.

ヾ(^ ^)ゞ i’m gonna go all teary eyes now. thank you, i love you ♥

hewwo bean, thank you for that and of course that’s all a possibility in the eventual future ♥. i have to keep it a bit limited or else i’ll feel overwhelmed as i am a slow roleplayer but yes. we’ll see whatever their story will lead them to be ♥♥♥

❝   i   won’t.   ❞   voice   cutting   shortly,   jaw   set   tightly,   a   slight   tilt   to   his   chin.   composure   settling   in,   he   averted   his   gaze   to   the   sea   crashing   against   the   shore   in   distance.   ❝   it’s   been   years   now.   ❞   but   the   pain   had   never   dulled.   instead,   it   filled   his   heart   with   nothing   but   charred   hatred.   unmeasured,   he   had   to   admit   but   he   never   tried   to   completely   conceal   his   unethical   tactics   of   revenge   but   now   with   his   goal   fulfilled,   he   couldn’t   help   but   feeling   hollow.   he’s   hurt   innocent   lives   and   for   that,   he   understood   the   repercussion.   ❝   they   will   catch   and   i   will   not   stop   them.   that   is   the   only   thing   you   must   know.   ❞

@lcvsck​ sent: “grip” // from emrys maybe? || Grip theo’s jaw

     His grip upon her chin is sudden, unexpected even as it takes her a brief moment to register what just occurred. Dark brows furrow in minor shock & arising curiosity, swift to try and move her chin away from his grasp.

“We’re all a bit broken inside. It all depends on what you use those shards for; a weapon or your bed.”

IF THIS HAD BEEN an assignment, Echo would have opted to decline it days ago. Running around New York with the embodiment of an accident waiting to happen had been tricky to navigate --- not just because the damn kid could shoot lightning, but because she wasn’t supposed to be here. New York City’s air somehow still smells the same despite all that’s happened, though if the city’s one thing? It’s an oxymoron. Never yet always changing.