#victoriousfeeling

Watching Jason in the firelight from their camp, Ajay couldn’t help but smile. Jason was bundled up in a jacket with a blanket over his shoulders, looking into the fire with unseeing eyes. Ajay didn’t even have to know him as well as he does to know that his mind is a million miles away. Maybe back in California, maybe back on that island, he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t ask. Instead, he moves slowly, as if the cold air of the mountains would allow him to move much faster even if he wanted to, and scoots closer to Jason, close enough to be able to lean against him and feel the heat radiating from his body. Jason turns his head, but before he could say anything, Ajay silences him with a kiss. It’s gentle, as is the gloved hand that raises to rest against the back of Jason’s neck, and he lingers on it, enjoying the warmth it generates as a brief distraction from the biting cold.

he can’t help but laugh.

     after all these years, here they are AGAIN.

          like always.

                 ” jason... oye, jason...  estas vivo? ”  vaas grins, licking his teeth.  “you thought this shit was over, didn’t you, jason? thought fuckin’ my sister and riding off into the sunset with your white trash friends meant no more nightmares, huh? that you could spend the rest of your life jerkin’ it like you won.                 no no no no hermano, you didn’t win. you just fucked yourself DEEPER down the rabbit hole.”

fictitioussouls asked: “You must have some innermost secret.“ (delilah)

“I put mayo on my fries,” he replies flippantly, glancing up at her through the dirty, messy locks falling on his face. There’s something unnerving about Delilah, something that puts him on edge. Maybe it has something to do with the sharp dissonance between how she looks and the things she does, but she’s scarier than her brother (not that Jason would ever admit to being scared of either them). “What’s yours?”

Maybe once his question would have been sincere. Maybe once he would have tried to find out what exactly was wrong with her, what made her that way; he would have tried to fix her. He’s not like that anymore, though. He has given up trying to be the hero since the day the world ended. 

Delilah scoffs at his answer, shaking her head, but she can’t help the smile that teases at the corner of her lips despite her best attempts to hide it. “I’m sure that’s a sin in of itself,” she replies, meeting his eyes for just a moment before looking off, considering how to answer his question. 

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Vaas paused and allowed the Brody to continue on with his thinking, just watching him from where he stood with a blank face. Perhaps the scariest of all faces that Vaas could make was a blank face.

“ No, you fuck, I mean your Grandma! Your Grandma got a boyfriend, and I am it...Oh fuck! This joke went fucking side ways. “ He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose before laughing.

“ But aye, at least you came so far, white boy. I mean I could see it, see it in your fucking eyes. The thinking process, ha! I can’t believe it. “ The Pirate suddenly burst into a fit of laughter without any warning, like as if he had been bottling it up or he’d made some form of inside joke within his own brain.

❝JASON!❞ He bursts into the safe house, kicking the red door in to surprise the man, a preconceived smug grin upon his lips as if to say—gotcha—he had you, didn’t he? His caramel blondie beard tattered in sand, blood, some more sand upon the blood, and the general careless abandonment of a man with island madness. But not at all. Not one bit. He was born for this. Perhaps not born but certainly raised for this, and you, Jason, raised to this.

❝Nice outpost, don’t ya think, partner?❞ Arms spread open, taking in the vastness of the place, red door swinging closed behind him. It wasn’t a luxurious place—nowhere in this Green Hell was, Alex didn’t expect it to be—though rather heavily fortified, decent defensible position. And yet they took it, the two of them, conqueror’s heavy thud and the sheer will to kill beating in their hearts. Some call it adrenaline but that’s pathetic, he prefers his own explanation. ❝C’mon, I got ya a gift now.❞ He says, waving him in, holding the door open for him, blinding sunlight flair through the door. Surprisingly dimly lit, these Rook Island bunker houses. ❝Lined up the survivin’ pirates out back fer ya. Dunno, one of ‘em might yelp out information on yer friends if they’re pressed on ‘nuff to sing. You’ll see. No, no—I’ll show ya how.❞

“Wherever you are, I’m coming, I swear.” - victoriousfeeling

[ MEMES | ACCEPTING ]

The words already have tears building in her eyes before she can respond. She’s half out of it from the morphine that Kim had somehow managed to dig up for her, but coherent enough to really process the depth of Jason’s words. Sabine had thought he was dead and she was sure he thought the same of her. “Jason-- you don’t have to stick around for this fight” she tries to reason, wincing as she shifts in bed and reveals more of her heavily bandaged torso. 

danny  is  the  same,   ( in many ways,  that’s already been esablished).  especially as far as the paranoia  &  sleepless nights.  the nights when he did sleep,  it was almost always nightmares  &  waking up in an uncomfortable,  cold sweat.  he thinks,  yes,  he is crazy.  absolutely.  the comment makes him chuckle softly;  barely.               dimpled smile remains,  however,  “ uh...never said nothing ‘bout hunting peggies,  dude... ”   he murmurs it near fondly.  danny is tired,  too.  can’t find the energy to speak up much this early.

                he forgets sometimes,  that he’s still human.  the truth is that being alone was getting harder  &  harder lately,  but depending on someone instead of it being the other way around had always been a foreign concept to danny.

Chief stares.

And stares. 

And stares some more.

A sort of crooked grin forms on Chief’s face, almost like he couldn’t believe that this guy was looking at him with such a distrustful look on his face. It was almost HILARIOUS. He wasn’t that dangerous (a lie). Just your friendly, neighborhood gremlin come to rid the world of the Highwaymen for all their transgressions! With hands on his hips, Chief does listen to him, but rests hands on his hips.