#raisedred

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bloodstains marked the trail to his place, a wooden bar chair he occupied, his metallic fingers curled around the neck of a bottle. only a few days into recovery and something snapped inside his mind like an electricity grid which poles has been transposed. two opposite worlds crashing, leaving him reeling and desperate for a way to blow off the steam. in the end it has been easy. a barely occupied bar with brawling men. they have been assholes, which was good enough reason for the Soldier to intervene and pull the apart.

it’s fascinating how quickly one thing lead to another. how one single decision could spread chaos like wildfire. once someone dared to throw a fist his way, he’s already moving on mere but animalistic instincts. survival his priority. soon enough they realize their inferiority, backing off to lick their wounds and allowing him to get that drink he’s been yearning for from the beginning.

          ❛  — lost the game with the shortest stick? or why else are YOU goin’ and lookin’ after me? ❜

           breathing HEAVY, arms supporting her body from where they rest just ABOVE  her              knees, back curved. an auburn eyebrow raises towards her friend? mentor, who is              standing still, arms crossed, hardly even breaking a SWEAT. she swallows    HARD             and begins to stand up straight, cursing whoever though it would be a good   IDEA             for her to learn hand-to-hand. it wasn’t like she would allow anyone to get       that              CLOSE to her in the first place.

pls slaughter me w/ ur delena