#sollumin

        Alan made it look so easy. Always so incredibly human and pathetic... Mr. Scratch couldn't take it-- Well, for Elias Zane, it was more acceptable. He's come to have to deal with that. He's even settled with Alan's insistence on a legitimate and human name, growing accustomed to it. Slightly... But it's still hard work to remember to respond to that.

        All that cooperating bullshit-- Scratch wouldn't have ran head first at the opportunity had he not been so whipped--Fuck, had he known it would involve renouncing his title as Herald of Darkness and the Devil... or that he had to control himself and not slaughter "innocent." Yeah, Scratch wouldn't have done any of it.

        But they're out.

        They're out, and he still can't be out in sunlight even! Slowly adjusting, but even that was too slow for his thin patience.

        However, now that he stood with hope for improvement in a goddamn church, he was second-guessing this plan. He should head out, fight himself-- literally himself-- a little more. Addicts Anonymous, really? He did think of it as an addiction these days, but how was somebody going to help him when he couldn't even lay out the facts?

        The coffee looked like shit, even for a backwaters place like Bright Falls, and the cookies looked stale. He couldn't even steal from here!

— < ▼ >  He liked to think he wasn’t constantly foolish... Well, let’s rephrase that, he was a fool, but certainly not stupid at the very least. He could sense it, a gut feeling, or more like a drilling in the back of his head that came on in headaches. Something was off about his head of research. Darling had more skip in his step, more... tact, too. He seemed less high strung and more relaxed at that. Trench didn’t like it, made him worry more even if realistically it shouldn’t have.

            So, with no other option, Trench left the Oldest House much earlier than he would have liked. On any other occasion it would have been a cause to celebrate, but this time -- it wasn’t without a good reason. With work piled up intentionally on Dr. Darling, he headed to the man’s apartment. He finicks with the lock quickly... Zachariah will have to later hint at the terrors of a poor lock to Casper, instructing him that he should get a better one. Or two. 

     Mark recalled today’s schedule as Brad had described it to him, start the day at the gym, read over progress reports, go greet the new recruits... It should have gone down easy, but getting overly excited at the prospect, Naird can’t help himself. He has to say something to boost morale. 

    ❝Spacemen, I am entrusting my full confidence in you... Not only have you chosen to aid the United States in a time of need, but you have also enlisted to participate in an incredible life-changing experience. You will be training hard, every day, starting today, to prove yourselves to be capable of this undertaking. I’m so damn proud of you already, do not let me down!❞ The General says, as if it wasn’t enough pressure on these men and women... or kids, really. He can’t help but note the two from boys from Erin’s high school, concerned at their age, their motive. 

    Somewhere in the back of his head, Mark remembers himself enlisting idealistically, an odd patriotism inspiring him to help his country. It was a logical step for him, as his father had done the same. His young cadet days, as fond as he was of them, he knew he was also incredibly scared at first. But it takes time, just like everything else in life, good or bad.

    At which point, his eyes settle on one specific young man in the line. One who looks more nervous than anybody else there. And even through the General’s aviator shades, one could tell where his eyes have chosen to fall in the line. 

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

     The cool air inside of the church stung harder at the Herald’s fingers, making him realize just how cold-blooded he could have been really. His skin prickled at every touch, whether fabric or surface and he found his patience running thin. Mr.  S͞cr͢at͡c̛h had wanted to see what was happening inside, seemingly his suit made him seem normal enough in here. But regardless, he shifted uncomfortably. The silence that prevailed was too much, weighing down on him. Boring him, most of all. 

injury starters || status: accepting

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     Naird stifles a chuckle, touching lightly at the forming small bruise under his eye. Telling the actual story of a four-star General, now chief of space operations, getting into a fight feels undignifying so instead, he shrugs. Drops his arm to his side.

@sollumin ||  special kiss meme fill.

15. A kiss on the forehead/head

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     The boy is too close and too distraught, Mark can’t help it. The pity and guilt he feels getting the better of him-- he should have been there, did he make the wrong choice? Would he have been there if he knew? God, there was a plethora of questions and considerations, this was only the tip of the iceberg. 

    Zeke shudders slightly, whether it's the cold air in the desert night or if it’s a withheld sob, Mark didn’t know. But the General puts an arm around the youngster's shoulder, pulling him in and holding him tight in a hug.

    ❝Zeke... I am so sorry.❞ Naird mutters as if it’s gonna change the years of neglect bestowed upon the child. He without much thought kisses his temple, lightly, as he used to do with Erin when she was still his little girl and not a rebellious teenager. ❝I promise to make it up to you. I mean it.❞

     He’s ready to bash a skull in or something of the like, just ready for violence... The Herald sees it, feels it, like it runs a finger through his spine. But as much of a pleasant sight, it’d be, he’s only looking for trouble when he himself causes it. So he steps between the two fools who were sizing each other up and raises his hands in a notion of calming. Not at all his forte, but he’s bored enough to hope this fight will now include him now, maybe? Well, whatever...  Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h speaks, then.

Pre-established relationship meme || Status: accepting

Casper & Zeke ( @sollumin​ )

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .