#perativered

[txt: 🦋] fuck

THE EXPLOSION THAT RATTLED HIM UNCONSCIOUS CONTINUES OVERHEAD. the ringing in his ears causing a disorienting return to life. his hands claw at the dirt beneath him, distantly analyzing any injuries his body may have encountered. categorizing what may be life or death. after deciding that the amount of pain he's pushing through, is nothing out of the ordinary, his eyes finally manage to blink open, a slow reaction, settling back into the land of the living taking far longer than he'd prefer. his gaze remains foggy, shapes of flames licking about, as well as cooking viscera, and a flash of something red.

he holds onto the latter- the knowledge that sometimes that color doesn't always have to be associated with gore and death, but also salvation and familiarity.

The BOW's encroaching on her seemed far smarter then most. She'd never let herself get backed into a corner like this otherwise. She manages to kill several of them as they rush at her, but more leap from the back.

The moment she braces for impact, though, she feels an arm hook under her stomach and drag her up into the air. She's screaming the whole way, but the second her feet is on solid ground again and she gets a moment to look her savior in the eye, she finally calms... Albeit still incredibly frazzled.

"Ada-?!" She blinks, looking between the woman and the building she had swung from several times before down at the now confused pile of BOW's trying to find a way to scale the building they had landed in.

luis accepts the bottle instantly , maybe a little too eagerly , taking the lid off so fast , his fingers stumble on it , or was that the adrenaline fading away ... he doesn't think too much , take a large swig. lets it burn his throat .. feels nice.

Sleep Themed Starter Sentences / @perativered

             grace  pouted,  looking  up  at  her  from  where  she  lay  her  head  in  ada's  lap,  playing  her  little  video  games  on  her  switch.  the  older  woman  was  clearly  taking  care  of  something  on  her  laptop  on  a  table  near  the  couch  -  so  her  lap  was  free  real  estate  and  grace  was  perfectly  happy  to  move  in  and  lay  her  happy  little  head  there.

though  after  awhile  she  had  started  drifting  off,  she  couldn't  help  it.  ada  was  very  comfortable  and  smelled  nice.

STARTER PROMPT ... accepting

he scrapes across the floor, black cloth tearing in damning red lines until he rolls onto one knee. his pistol steadies on the space between them. wrists shaking from prior exertion, breath cut thin, the rotting mass slouched behind him against the concrete wall still steaming at the edges. before she arrived, there had been large flashes of light and scorching heat. now there is silence, save for the soft pant of his breath and the click of her boot on the smeared tile floor. across the way, she stands like a question that does not want to wait for its answer.