#rihtual

Verona laughs suddenly, seeming to dance softly over to Jack, feet hovering inches above the ground. When she stops in front of him, she rather dramatically drapes herself across his lap, the glass of liquor in her hand managing to remain unspilt; shown out to him in offering. The clawed fingertips if her free hand smooth through the hair at the back of his head, lips pursed as if she is lost in thought, some faraway yearning. "Is it fun, sailing?" she suddenly asks, "It's so rare for us to go. Something about traveling with a coffin of dirt. — Tell me, Jack, do you have space for a coffin on your ship?"

❛ SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE YOU . ❜ baby blues glance over from where he's planting some new flowers , observing the man there at the front steps of katniss' house . there's no bitterness in his tone ; he could see through the haze of pain katniss never could . gale designed the bombs , but he never dropped them . KATNISS COULDN'T DIFFERENTIATE , &* he couldn't blame her for that . still , there was no denying that katniss wouldn't welcome gale inside . ❛ if you had a message or something , i can pass it along . but if you came for a visit , 'fraid you're stuck with me . ❜

yet,   in the end,  there are middle grounds she has to find to protect those same people from the things that are beyond even her reach.  none of this is how life was meant to go  -   yet brunette is all too skilled at her work,   a geneticist who cares too much to not get herself involved no matter the personal consequences.  ❝ I have no intention of getting involved beyond the necessary,  @rihtual. ❞    it's another simple observation.    these days,  the politics of not existing and continuing her work have become a near constant job.

DETERMINATION  FLICKS  IN  A  SHARP  GAZE  ,  a  mesmerized  look  always  present  but  she  smiles  in  perfect  understanding  of  the  words  directed  at  her  .  she’s  not  afraid  of  being  left  behind  —  it’s  the  woven  tale  of  a  woman  who  agonizes  in  the  pain  of  others  .  skin  turned  numb  ,  mind  rampant  with  decisions  and  flaws  –  she  god-cursed  steps  forward  ,  a  knowing  look  finally  taking  over  the  distinct  features  of  one  who’d  been  listening  to  something  else  ,  somewhere  . ❛      —  i  wouldn’t  worry  about  me  ,    ❜  the  words  ring  in  a  voice  dripped  in  honey  ,  a  stern  nod  following  suit  before  taking  a  brief  glance  over  her  shoulder  .  the  world  rests  in  the  trail  they’d  left  behind  ,  but  it  is  still  ahead  of  them  as  well  (  she  thinks  in  nothing  more  than  poetry  and  dreams  )  so  perhaps  it  isn’t  her  that  will  be  left  behind  ,  but  the  one  quite  directly  threatening  to  .  another  step  ,  the  past  grows  deeper  into  the  forest  and  pandora  lets  out  a  breath  as  if  finally  tasting  the  war  begotten  air  and  faces  zuko  once  again  .  this  time  though  ,  the  seemingly  patient  ambiance  she’s  carried  ,  the  slow  pace  that  had  taken  over  previously  ,    had  faded  and  a  gesture  is  made  as  if  to  say  after  you  .  ❛      if  we  don’t  get  moving  ,  they’ll  find  us  ,  and  i  don’t  think  either  of  us  want  that  .    ❜

  📼 aot verse starter call. : @rihtual

❛ probably something stupid like going up against the united nations to track down &* save a guy who doesn't remember you &* has actively tried to kill you &* ending up a wanted war criminal on the run for years , right ? it'd probably turn out pretty alright in the end , but you're right ------------ SCARY DEDICATION , HUH ? ❜ a faint smile tugs at the soldier's lips as he reaches over &* rests a hand on bucky's shoulder , fingers giving a firm squeeze of reassurance . ❛ FEELING'S MUTUAL , BUCK . guess we really couldn't leave the stupid back in 1940 . ❜

“   She doesn’t understand you like I do.   ”    Each syllable is a poignant blade intent to twist deep into wounds,   he’s sure it’ll sting.