#staticborn

“Did you just Thunder Punch him? Like a Pokémon?”

                             beads spill across the floor,  the worn out chain gives up on her and she’s quick to gather the beads. pinching the end of her shirt, curving it upwards to form a pouch,  mija collects them all before a familiar voice echoes behind her, an offer she doesn’t refuse. raven locks bounce as she picks the last of the beads up before shuffling towards her with red, pink, and floral beads ​❛   it’s broken,   ❜ digits pinch the chain as she held it up, showing the other.  ​❛   my mom and i made it together,   ❜ words that meant more to her than most. 

                             after having his arm stapled shut and returning to the compound in shambles, marcos had, had a rather long day. exhaustion had seeped into his bones and it was apparent in his face. they had finished checking everyone for injuries and made sure that everyone was mostly okay. he sat down in the chair closing his eyes for a moment before rubbing his temples.   ‘  lorna isn’t going to like having missed redesigning.  ’