#skullbrand

                   ❛      𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘  ?  𝐍𝐎    . ❜

     a  lie  ,  perhaps  ,  but  his  loneliness  is  shrouded  by  this  desire  ,  no  ,  this  fueling  drive  for  vengeance  .  it’s  palpable  on  his  tongue  even  now  in  the  midst  of  a  simple  conversation  and  yeah  he  can  say  something  simple  ,  something  that  borders  along  the  lines  of sweet  ,  so  he  attempts  it  ,  the  look  in  his  gaze  nearly  softening  along  the  otherwise  hardened  edges  ,    ❛      at  least  ,  maybe  not  now      ❜

                                     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬        𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠        𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭        𝐡𝐢𝐦        𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭        𝐲𝐨𝐮        𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞        .        you        struggle        to        put        it        into        𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴        .        the        adjective        you’ve        found        most        fitting        when        it        comes        to        describing        him        is        𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲        .        but        he’s        not        angry        for        no        reason        ,        like        eddie        is        .        something        must’ve        happened        along        the        way        .        something        𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭       ,        and        painful        enough        to        be        turned        into        anger        .        a        kind        of        anger        that         you        can         imagine          borders        on       𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘      on        his        worst        days          .        𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜        𝚊𝚕𝚕        𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜        𝚝𝚘        𝚝𝚑𝚎        𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗        𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍        .        he       probably       doesn’t        let        a        lot        of        people        𝘪𝘯        .        his        reply        is        𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝       ,        for        that        reason        ,        and        it        causes        pale        features        to        break        into        a       gentle        𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦        ,        your        head        tilting        .             ❝                   𝐢        𝐰𝐚𝐬        𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧’        𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝        𝐬𝐚𝐲        𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭        .       -------        i        like        your        company        ,        y’know        ?                   ❞          

(meme ;; accepting)

It was not often that he felt unequipped to handle something, yet here he was, his back to the floor and utterly outmatched. They’d managed to inject him with something near the beginning of the fight, and now it was finally taking its effect. His balance was off and his senses weren’t cooperating. Things were fading in and out, scents and noises appearing and disappearing. It ruined his vision of the room and the people in it. He could block one strike from behind and completely miss the next coming directly to his face.

It was like he was blind, and that was terrifying.

He managed to hear the gunfire though, and ducked behind the nearest cover until it ended. Poised, weapons at the ready, despite his disorientation and the beating he’d already taken, Matt stayed ready, prepared to pounce the instant this new assailant rounded his corner.

The familiar smell of gunpowder, dog hair, and Frank made him marginally relax. Punisher he might be, but Matt at least trusted him to be less hostile than the people he had been fighting. Uncrouching, he paused a moment before holstering his batons, a wary sort of truce.  

           ❛  what  do  you  mean   he  got  away   ?    ------i  thought  you  said  you  were  on  him !  ❜

THERE’S  A  CIGARETTE   between  her  fingers  that  she  doesn’t  remember  pulling  out,   and  she  mentally  curses  johnny’s  name  before  tossing  it  to  the  ground  and  digging  her  heel  into  it.  by  this  point,   though,   frank  is  several  strides  ahead  and  she  has  to  jog  to  catch  up.  

shortness  of  breath  is  apparently  a  side  effect  of  dying,   because  she’s  panting  when  she  reaches  him.

 and  the  thing  is   ------she’s  pretty  sure  he’s  just  trying  to  wind  her  up,   and  while  v  has  never  thought  of  herself  as  particularly  gullible,   she  can  already  feel  herself  rising  to  the  challenge    ------as  if  she  just  can’t  help  herself.  

          ❛  what  is   ---  what’s  predictable ?  ❜

*  @skullbrand.

❛          ---     WHAT     ,     ❜          what     an     odd     thing     :     to     feel     so     comfortable     near     ever     famed     punisher     .          to     stand     close     &&     have     absolute     certainty     towards     safety     /     to     know     ,     without     barest     fragment     of     doubt     ,     that     he     would     not     hurt     her     .          karen     page     crosses     her     arms     &&     sound     fabric     of     her     blouse     makes     with     the     movement     sounds     almost     deafening     to     her     ears     .          like     doors     rattling     against     their     hinges     /     like     gunshots     .          new     york     city     is     a     dangerous     place     &&     both     of     them     know     it     intimately     .          ❛          no     flowers     this     time     ?          ❜