#lovedlegion

『❛   Keep up Susie, It’s far too easy to get lost in this shit hole.  ❜』

Brigitte looked down to her bloodied ankle with a wince and tried to keep her head. It was a miracle after forcing a bear trap that had snapped down on her ankle open by herself. She tried to put some kind of weight on it and shut her eyes tightly in pain, “I..don’t think so.” The mechanic said while easing her foot up quickly to balance on her non injured one. The mist made it so hard to breathe and maybe it was the pain, but she was feeling somewhat lightheaded. That’s probably why she was thinking the pink in this girl’s hair was of her favorite things at the moment. She opened her eyes to look down at Susie,“Who are you?”

Autumn appears to be preparing to leave her hideout, but where she's going, she's not entirely sure. But she's certainly listening to her instinct to just.... get away.

She's about to shrug on her jacket when she sees faint movement behind a boulder. She freezes, signaling with a hand gesture for Beau to stay put. She knows many different animals can hang around the tundras, but this is different.

“Because you deserve a life outside of your trials.” “And because I think you’re someone I’d like to get to know.”

Quentin stared at Susie, making sure there was no ill-will behind her gaze. People were difficult, having so many thoughts and emotions; but there was something about her that drew him in. Something that made him want to talk to her, and at the very least, try to be her friend.

She emerged from the fog and something wasn’t quite right. Something stunted her gait. One two steps out of rhythm. 

He considered leaving her ass to limp about while he watched from the comfort of his seat.  Instead, he opted to signal her over, let her take his place.

But now this Bitch wanted to get stubbornly sentimental with him. 

  “You want to fuckin’ deal with this?” There was no anger in his crass choice of words. He did, however, squeezed her leg for emphasis, tightening on whatever forsaken glass trap she snagged it in. “Get your ass off the chair then.”

Amanda would pause as Susie began to stir. Stopping dead mid screwing in a bolt over a metal band. Brown eyes slowly fall toward the one burying herself in her shoulder, lips slightly parted.

Amanda was utterly speechless.

A warmth grows on her face as her heart races in her chest. Large eyes quickly shift back into her work. Lips now pursed as she tries to work, only to find herself now distracted.

Was she flattered..? Absolutely. But it still sent her into a small panic. Amanda was always afraid of letting others in. And she was entirely sure she could. And yet here she was. She didn’t know what to do. What to say. 

She was frozen.

                   "... why don’t you come and TA-ke it?”

IT says, scrunching up its red nose, holding up a red balloon towards the other. 

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ - accepting!

☺  - 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 his inner turmoil, Frank smiles quite often. His personality betrays his mind’s obvious want to curl in on itself and decay, and he can never stay in too bad of a mood for long.