#pariahbuilt

✳ emori; scorpio ✳ ↳ “ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ”

     { i would follow that girl to the ends of the earth if she’d asked me. }

              she hated it here, all this planning, all this endless talk when action would be so much useful. she hated waiting. she hated being at the mercy of something she couldn’t control ---- again. hands thrust into her hair as she tugged on it she gritted her teeth against the scream that wanted to escape her and instead jumped as she heard the door open, her hands flying out of her hair as she spun around “ --- emori, i ---” cutting herself off she shrugged. she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be here exactly, but it wasn’t like there were clear rules posted around anywhere. “did you need something?” 

                           “     don’t move.    “

jaspa kept his arrow nocked in his bow, pointed at the girl in front of him.

He was aware of the way she stirred underneath his touch, even though he tried to be as gentle as possible. He knew how HE was about his damn scars. He knew how he FELT about them. But she had made him feel like he was MORE. For that he would be forever grateful... Head rested in her lap, his fingers slowly moved over a scar upon her stomach, moving up to her chest. There was a frown to his face before he finally let his fingertips brush over the underside of her breast. He did not speak as he turned around, pushing himself up and pressing soft kisses to the scar, moving upward to trail his lips for a moment to her breast and finally up to her face, letting their lips locks.

" I don't think I've seen a woman more gorgeous then you, Em... " he whispered against her lips, an arm wrapping around her shoulder, pulling her close to him before he let his weight fall down aside her, in the meantime yanking her on top of him, eager for the touch of skin to skin. " Every little mark. " he continued, placing a kiss to the scar on her cheek, closing his eyes for a second. " Makes you even more STUNNING to me. " he mumbled, keeping his arms wrapped around her, a smirk to his face.

" A bunker. " spoke the youth softly, his eyes fixed upon the ceiling above them as he felt fingers slowly trailing over the scars upon his chest, one arm around her.  He could recall how tense he had been around her first. How wary he felt about showing his SCARS.  How badly he didn't want either her pity OR for her to look at him in any other way then she had before...  He could remember soft lips trailing over his scars. Could remember her hands touching every part of his body and GOD the look on her face. In time, he had grown more loose with her.  Stories underneath the nightsky about each scar he had. Each scar SHE had. Slowly opening up to one another. They both had FOUGHT so hard to make it. To SURVIVE. And it was around each other that they tentatively started to LIVE too... Hesitantly so, but definitely there.

He felt her fingers moving up to his neck, causing him to swallow once, pursing his lips and closing his eyes before letting out a shaky breath when her fingertips lingered over the scars that were marked there, and he finally turned to pull her close to him, forehead to forehead and stormy hues locking with hers. Sky meeting ground.

" Stop worrying. Em. " he finally spoke, causing the girl to look up once, a frown to her face as he slowly smirked. " You don't need to be saying anything for me to see you're worrying. " he muttered softly, his fingertips moving over her back. " ... Miller and Jackson will be back soon enough... I know they wouldn't come back for us, I'm not stupid... But they wouldn't just leave RAVEN behind... " he commented softly, his knuckles brushing over her jawline.  " What if you're wrong..? " she breathed, causing him to frown for a second before giving a faint shrug. That damn flicker of HOPE...