#wrathiest

arm steady, blessing steps carefully over the bridge of dom’s arm to pause at his wrist, sniffing delicately at catalyst’s hair. dom smiles. 

JOHN SEED DANGEORUS

HE DOESN’T EVEN GIVE HIM A SECOND TO PROCESS IT HE JUST SAYS IT AND HALFWAY THRU THE LAST WORD JUST GRABS HIS SHIT AND RUNS

          `  Aren’t you scared?  ”     oh  god  ,   it  must  be  a  terrible  question  -   terrible  ,   not  because  it  must  be  obvious  ,   terrible  because  it  must  be  STUPID  .   (   sigill’s  afraid  .   the  gun  in  his  hand  shakes  so  ;   he’s  a  junior  deputy  for  a  reason  .   he  just  wants  to  go  HOME  .   )   to  ask  -   he  needs  to  ask  ,   needs  to  know  .   is  catty  -   brave  catty  ,   with  that  bat  in  his  hand  ,   as  afraid  as  he  ?

“ Hey - hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

Yes, he has a gun. No, he doesn’t know how to use it, but he’s not going to divulge that information willingly. It’s more a scare tactic than anything, the best way he knows how to protect his infant daughter holed up in the small cabin behind him.

what does death do when they stare into the face of god? two silent pillars of power, one with a gun held loosely in their hand and becoming suddenly, frighteningly still to wait for the other to move first. breath barely warms the small space beneath the black helmet, poised to either strike or strike the reins and send their bike screaming off.