#sunsetsoldiers

“I want to help you Reaper, why will you not let me? Everytime I try to say something that keeps me away? What is wrong? Have I done something to offend you? I am sorry if I come across idiot but I certainly am not! I understand if you are going through something but god damn it’s like a brick wall!”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want your help, Jack? It’s wonderful that you’re so- so fucking idealistic, you and Gabriel both, you want to help and support, but that’s not my life. I owe you nothing and you don’t owe me anything either. Just-

“Reaper! Look out!” Jack pushed the other out of the way, there had been a gunmen following them and had taken aim at the back of Reaper.

It was almost cute, the way Jack tended to be unsure Reaper could take care of himself. From small reminders to eat to--

well, this, a shove out of harm’s way (when really he would have been more shielding not-Jack, because what’s one more bullet wound anyway); he stumbled, regained his balance; eyes narrowed behind the mask as he searched and spotted the shooter.

accepting. // @sunset-soldiers

     Saren was aware of what the man was attempting to do, but it was rare she was on the receiving end of such attention. Should she say ‘ thank you ’ or try to reciprocate? Saren was at loss since this was so unexpected.

Arthur did not appreciate being followed, especially by a stranger. There was just something suspicious about it and he wasn’t about to find out what the other wanted by letting him get the upper hand. Usually if a stranger needed help, they asked outright instead of trying to trail him.

Was the kick really necessary? She grunted and got up to her feet, not all too thrilled of the current change of events. Just when she thought she could let her guard down and maybe get some peace and quiet, this asshat decided to come knocking. Of all the folks to catch her…

“Who says I dream about you, Jackie?”

The point is, of course, he does.  He can’t not - even though what counts as Gabriel’s sleep is barely worth the name, no more than dozing off in the middle of the day, when the sun is at its peak and he finds his mind wandering. It’s not exactly dreaming either, but it’s close enough to count.

And he’s been with this strange-ass duo who wear those faces long enough for it to get under his skin and in his mind. Kind of hard to forget a smile when it faces you every day.

Still, Gabriel peers at Jack in the most casual way he can manage; unbothered, leaning against the fence. Open, for all intents and purposes, the words dripping with amusement.