#resisteence

❝ bit dramatic . ❞ five comments , hitching his pants && taking a seat next to @resisteence , pushing his hair from his face , he then looks him up && down a brow raised before he then looks out . lips thinning . five considers for a moment && then flexing his metal fingers , he reaches into his overcoat pocket && pulls out a silver hipflask . one that he carries to keep him satiated when he has his own bad dreams . hell - he's been there . it sucks . to feel like the dreams are pulling you down && causing you to drown , forcing their way into your lungs && -

five clears his throat , forcing the memories away && then offers the hipflask to the other . ❝ this has helped me a bunch of times . ❞ he says . ❝ that or i can blink && get you some sleeping pills from the pharmacy . ❞

steve  didn't  take  NOTES.  he  passed  them  to  cute  girls  who  stole  glances  at  him  from  behind  their  hair.  he  stared  blankly  at  the  board  until  holographic  shapes  started  dancing  in  front  of  his  eyesight.  at  most,  he  doodled!  so  when  harrington  opened  his  textbook  to  the  corresponding  page,  cracked  the  spin  of  his  binder  and  smoothed  his  hand  over  the  fresh  sheet  of  paper  and  took  notes  that  day,  he  got  more  than  a  few  looks.  not  his  usual  admiring  or  jealous  kind  either.  something  must've  been  WRONG  with  harrington  if  he  was  actually  paying  attention  in  class.  it  wasn't  like  it  was  a  damaging  blow  to  his  reputation  or  anything.  someone  started  whispering  that  he  must've  been  trying  to  impress  some  girl  with  his  aptitude  for  learning.  it  didn't  take  that  long  for  everyone  to  turn  their  heads  away  and  carry  on  as  usual. 

steve  wasn't  stupid,  though.  he  didn't  push  his  luck  by  raising  his  hand  if  he  didn't  quite  understand  a  section,  or  if  he  was  behind  a  couple  of  sentences  while  trying  to  keep  up  with  the  teacher.  that  would  be  social  suicide.  craning  his  neck,  he  peaked  onto  the  pages  of  the  other  class  nerds  and  related  through  morse  code  by  tapping  his  page  what  parts  he  missed.  they'd  hesitate  but  ultimately  raise  their  binders  for  him  to  get  a  quick  look.  it  wasn't  like  this  was  a  test  or  anything,  so  what  was  the  harm  in  letting  him  copy?  steve  had  to  admit,  it  made  the  class  go  by  a  lot  faster  than  goofing  around  all  period.  when  the  bell  rang,  he  filed  into  the  hall  with  the  masses  and  ran  SMACK  into  jake's  chest.  ❝  hey,  man!  i  was  about  to  send  out  the  search  party.  got  your  notes  from  class,  ❞  he  pressed  the  notebook  towards  the  other  guy.  ❝  can't  having  you  miss  out  before  the  BIG  TEST  on  friday.  it  should  be  outlawed  to  examine  us  right  before  the  weekend,  but  whatever,  right?  i  don't  make  the  rules.  ❞

while  he  rambled,  his  brown  eyes  delivered  a  once  over.  rumors  were  an  epidemic  in  a  small  town.  high  school  was  a  million  times  worse.  most  of  their  classmates  and  some  of  the  teachers  had  given  up  on  jake  pulling  through.  talk  of  him  disappearing  all  the  time,  hanging  out  with  the  wrong  element…  kid  was  hopeless.  usually,  steve  didn't  pay  attention  to  all  that  garbage  until  he  knew  the  facts.  he  saw  everyday  just  how  harmful  word  of  mouth  could  be  on  a  person.  it  would've  been  lame  to  corner  jake  and  demand  to  know  the  TRUTH,  so  he  figured  he'd  help  him  out  by  keeping  up  with  classwork.  it  was  the  least  he  could  do,  and  he  wasn't  using  that  time  for  himself,  anyway.  academically  speaking.  steve  could  flirt  with  his  desk  neighbors  some  other  time. 

FROM THE MEME TAG [always accepting]

Humans were squishy emotional messes. His time on Earth had shown him that humans would basically pack bond with anything-- an indication of their social nature. But the bond wasn't simply like family-- no no it went far beyond that. It was a tether deeper than anything he'd ever experienced back on Andalar.

Yes-- he loved his brother, but he also saw little of him outside of his visits back home. His parents were rooted in tradition and wanted nothing to do with him unless he restored the family's honor by getting revenge on his brother's killer. Bloodshed begetting more bloodshed.

But his human friends-- they had shown him a level of compassion, patience, and understanding he'd never imagined. Ax had even found he enjoyed being around humans as a human. Unbeknownst to him, his own brother had also fallen in love with the planet, hence why he had given his life to protect it.

Ax had long believed the Andalite Empire was worth dying for-- nowadays that honor belonged to his friends--- his comrades.

So when he was injured in a fight-- they cared. Cassie had already seen to his wounds to be best of her ability. She had an unusual knack for the medical field. Had she been an andalite, she would've made an excellent doctor.

Everyone had taken turns checking in on him through the weekend as he recovered-- Tobias had only left his side to hunt. At the moment the hawk was flying above, making certain Jake hadn't been followed.

<It is my fault, Prince Jake. I allowed myself to become distracted in battle.> Ax was harsh on himself, as always. He was his own biggest critic. <Please do not lose sleep over my injuries. I will be alright.>

His stalk eyes looked away while his main eyes remained on Jake-- he was settled in a "corner" of his circular scoop-- comfortable pillows and bedding had been meticulously adjusted by his last visitor. He was supported and hydrated-- simply dealing with the pain of the cuts on his flank, and his own bruised ego.

@resisteence said: today's just … one of the harder days. // idk maybe older timeline with them too?

          where it hurts sentence starters

               “I fail to see just how that’s any business of mine.” Reply came almost instantly, coldly even, Sebastian very much presenting as the polar opposite of how Jake more than likely remembered him. Shifter had no memories of this Jake character, so what did it even matter?. Maybe, in a way or two, he did in the deepest crevices of his mind, but that mind of his would be needed to be cracked open like a walnut and that was something near impossible, as guarded as Sebastian grew to be.

With the counter of the magic shop between them, Sebastian actually looked up from the spread of three weighty textbooks he was alternating between to make eye contact with the other. Those eyes held onto the deepest and darkest wilds, something Jake could probably even see if he looked hard enough.

"Listen, I got work to do." Features softened just slightly, as if he were trying to figure the other out. "You gonna buy something or what?"

@resisteence said: “Hey there. Mind if I join you?” // for Seb!

          first interaction sentence starters

               Seated in the school cafeteria, Sebastian’s sandwich remained half-eaten as note book in front of him took priority. Eyes took in the information in front of him, the previous night’s homework written perfectly and ready to be submitted, but the teenager wasn’t too impressed with the essay before him, so instead of eating and enjoying a small slice of free time, he simply sat dissecting this piece to essentially reconstruct it as something new. He could only hope he could slip into the computer lab to type it up so it was at least presentable.

As focused as he was on his paper, he did see Jake’s shadow, so his free hand that was casually laid to hold paper still curled up a little, almost as a defensive mechanism to ready himself to interact with those who made his school life hellacious. But upon looking up, he saw Jake and his demeanour softened, but not too much. He still felt he at least had to be at the ready for something.

“Hey. Yeah, sure.” Purple pen, originally used to draw lines to link original paragraphs and statements in paper, was placed between teeth as he gathered up his stuff so Jake would at least have some space to occupy. “Wasn’t tapping my pen too loudly, was I?”

i wasn't annoyed at all. not one bit.     YEAH, THAT'S TYPICAL JAKE. modest and true and brave and bold. a modern clark kent if he got some hair dye and no glasses - those girls really can't see past that? she wonders if clark would be able to handle half of what they do on a daily basis. the ends of her mouth twitch, a flinch of a smile on her face gone faster than it was there to begin with. if rachel was a raging volcano, leaving nothing but ash and destruction in her wake, jake is the calming sea. the thing sailors look for in the midst of a storm, the lighthouse in the storm of their fighting. she's tired. their group .. they've been through a lot together. sometimes, she forgets to be a person and not a warrior. the lines blur together that she loses herself within it.  and it's sweet, sometimes, he much he seems to care about others – it's not that rachel doesn't. but ever one track - minded, and the collateral damage of others is not usually on the forefront of her mind most of the time. she kicks a rock as they walk, nails digging into the palms of her hands where they rest in her hoodie pocket.  they're two off - kilter patterns in the same room. “right,” she's scoffs at him, her head shaking, blonde strands falling into her line of vision.