#rcbbit

⚔️ @rcbbit ⚔️

Not the whistle of the breeze nor the sound of the sweet grass crunching under their feet with every uneasy shift of their weight from foot to foot, echoing through their bones and rumbling back to their ears through the marrow could dull it. The words echoed within the Judges’ head over and over, concise and clear as the moment they’d left the Father’s lips.

‘I will also give leave of my Judge to follow you. They speak only one language— that of violence. In this they will serve you well.’

They knew they were a tool. They had always known they were a tool and nothing more. Even before the Collapse. They’d been told such. They were a mere device made of wrath, an implement of destruction. They did not need the consistent reminders from the Father, but it served them well in reaffirming their place in Eden. Reaffirming that the garden was the safest place for them to be for everyone’s sake; who knew what they’d bring about being set loose beyond the walls? The only reason they’d been given leave at all was because of the Vixen and her sweet words, swaying the Father, citing her vision, saying that they were a key in ending conflict before— albeit explosively— they would be a key part of ending this one too.

She’d always been so forgiving, so kind even when they did not deserve it...

// Another thing I forgot to post forever ago-

See, Jovelyn had thought she was smart in leaving Jasper a written confession. She even went as far as to sneak into her room and tuck it in her jacket! But she wasn't the only one with that idea, as not an hour later she found a note in her jacket. Really! A personal invitation to go camping out in the woodlands of Hope County. Alone. With the woman of her dreams.

And here they were. Alone. In the woods. Together. Jovelyn shook her head a bit and slowly spoke up.

"Hey, Jas?" Her voice shook a bit and she cleared her throat. "I—uh—I don't know if you knew but I might have left you a note in your jacket. You know like, in the pocket? Anyway that's not really important now since we're here and have spent the day together but—"

She paused, tilting her head back and taking an anxious breath.

"I like you. A lot, actually. I mean... Ever since we first started working together I just... Really admired you and what you were capable of! And I think we make a great team. We kick ass like there's no shortage of bad guys—which I guess there isn't—but still. And I was wondering if... maybe... we could be more than work partners... You know?"

- @rcbbit

Great minds think alike.

She’d always passed that off as just some words of wisdom for whenever Lex and her had gotten the same idea growing up. But it seemed truer now more than ever. She’d just slipped the note in Rabbit’s jacket when she went back to grab her own and felt the sudden need to check her pocket. Sure enough, there was a note there addressed to her. A dusty red blossomed on her cheeks alongside her grin and smoothed out all the little freckles she had. She supposed that settled things then. It certainly answered the biggest question she’d had up until that moment.

Later on they’d gone out. Surrounded by the forest, the sweet smell of pine and wildflowers was heaven to her. Mostly because it was the same combination of wondrous scents that clung to Rabbit’s clothes and made Jasper want to pick her up and squeeze her. She was tilling the flames of their campfire when Jovelyn spoke up. “Oh well now, as a matta of fact I did, cher. Lovely lil’ thing ya left me here, why it done and went and wiped the freckles off of my face!” She laughed, the song like the sweet peals of church bells ringing.

“Daww, don’t get all sentimental on me now. You done known I been sweet on ya for the longest. Eva since long before that train ride done gone a little crazy back at the border. You got them eyes that sparkle like starlight and that purdy purdy smile.” Bolt was staring at her dreamily and she was absolutely infatuated. “I done think that’s the best idea. See I wouldn’t mind stickin’ with you, cher. We make a good team and I think I could get real used to wakin’ up and seein’ that pretty pretty face in my arms every mornin’, noon, an night.”

“despite what most people believe i am NOT a weapon. i am not to be BARTERED or TRADED &&  i can offer you no further PROFIT as i am. if there is one thing that you take from this conversation, know that the tesseract was made as a vessel to contain me. because i am better off hidden in the corners of the universe that you know. you could say that the galaxy depends on it, GUARDIAN.”