Sep 25, 2019
Some more progress. I try to work on it every night after my Ambition: A Minuet in Power work.Â
Guns are hard. T_T
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Some more progress. I try to work on it every night after my Ambition: A Minuet in Power work.Â
Guns are hard. T_T
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     THE STEEL FLOOR IS  cold like her skin, its embrace becoming ever more familiar with each second that passes.  she can feel the earth shudder around the train.  one hand clutches desperately to her side, makeshift bandages doing little to soothe the shattered ribs that now pierce her from within.  it hurts more to look at it  ——  a wedding ring glossed with blood.  limply, weakly, annette’s other hand reaches for her daughter.
     a familiar voice spells their fate with apathy, offering seven minutes until their certain demise.  god, she doubts her ability to make it that far.  she doesn’t deserve to live.  but her vision speckles with the void of a thousand black holes & it terrifies her.  shakes her to the soul & forces another red cough from her lips.
     ❛  listen, claire  . . .  ❜  it’s little more than a raspy breath, all punctured lungs & heavy lashes.  ❛  if  . . .  if i die  . . .  ❜
     her weak words are quickly overshadowed by a humbling crash from the heavens above.  he  ——  IT refuses to stay down.  it threatens the roof of their little sanctuary, tearing at the metal with gruesome claws.  annette can do no more than drape an arm over sherry as if it could protect them both.  desperate, she looks to the young woman that stands above their crumpled forms.  prays to her savior in muddied boots.
There are *so* many things I enjoy about your portrayal, from the way you really heavily look through series lore to cement and ground your portrayal, to how you seem to get Leon's voice whenever you write him — I can hear him in those words, be it spoken or inner monologue. I'm excited to see you bloom even more ♡
How am I doing? | always accepting
 This is Leon’s “I’m quietly emotional” face and I just need you to know that he and I could not have had as much excitement and as much growth if it were not for your and Diya’s encouragement. But your openness and support and everything you’ve come to write with me already is just so. Refreshing and difficult and beautiful and thank you so much for riding out this experience with me.