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javier ‘ fucks up in spanish ’ garcia , at your service. dashing , debonair , really fucking loves pudding. / javier garcia + orange / blue.
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❝ Stand up, warrior ; you are not yet finished . Beaten you may be , but broken ? Angels have fallen from greater heights and survived , so why shouldn’t you ? Never mind what you are made of ; you are more than this flesh that binds you . There is nothing you have to fear that should not fear you a thousand times more . Your heart is a galaxy , and your soul is lined in stars . You are something extraordinary , my dear . ❞ — so do extraordinary things | m.a.w / Javier García for @screwup-brcther
“ So . I heard you used to play baseball. ” it explains the jersey. Also explains the rather pro baseball bat wielding Javier sports at times. Consider Jesus amused and interested. “ What’s the history there ? ” there normally isn’t time for small talk, not before, so the change of pace is nice.
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-------------------- she’d long forgotten how long they’d spent on the road , how long she’d watched from the window of the van as road signs and broken down cars and muertos passed them by , with that bone chilling groan that set the hairs on her neck on edge. now , they’re parked up on the side of a long abandoned road , mari sitting on the footstep up into the van , dark wide eyes looking ahead into the forest bordering the road , peering until she can’t see gabe or kate anymore and that familiar curl of anxiety twists in her gut. thumb runs over the padding of her headphones , clicking the on / off button of the cassette player , the click filling the empty space in the air.
the weight of the van shifts a little as javier sets down beside her , hand heavy on the little girl’s shoulder and mariana sighs , far too much worry on such young shoulders , furrowing her brow. she doesn’t like it , when they get separated because it’s far too easy for people not to come back. like papa , like yaya , like hector. they waited for months , and they never came back. the worry shows easy on her face , sharp teeth biting at her bottom lip. ❝ they’re taking forever -- shouldn’t we go look for them? ❞
