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I demand attention for me and my Clint xhawkass
send me a url and get positivity
demand, huh? well good thing that @xhawkass is probably one of the oldest rpers i have from my marvel days. i can go back to where my first blogs tag is and see them right there. but seriously, this is an amazing clint who can just make me laugh and feel emotionally injured all at once.
tl;dr: amazing and well worth a space on your dash
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xhawkass is a great clint!
Posting since I’m sure they’d love to know people recommend them :P Followed! Thank you!
zimoivolk answered your question: //suddenly in the mood for steve to interact with...
GODDAMNIT. I WAS TOTALLY ABOUT TO RECOMMEND YOU YOUR OWN DAREDEVIL AGAIN. but xhawkass is fun!
//AHAHA ngl though I kinda was hoping that you’d do it/was looking forward to it. XD I will go check out that.. clint blog, I assume
Unwilling Company
@xhawkass
That’s one-, no, that’s two more. He must have miscounted.
A frustration burns beneath his flesh, thrumming down his spine in renewed exhaustion.
Not that his wounds care. Still two of them bleed, red rivers spilling atop his flesh, content to cascade down from the top of his shoulder and the back of his right flank. Difficult planes to reach, especially when he cannot see the expanse of the injury.
Sure, his flesh would tend itself in little more than a week, would at least be scabbed and starting to mend in a matter of days, but Volke does not have the time to wait.
Nor will he have the energy or consciousness to do anything if much more blood escapes his flesh, no matter how artificial and false.
Just has to keep going, even if the bruises down his chest spasm and protest as he twists, attempting to feel out the farthest edge of wound while sitting in the middle of this bolt hole’s barren floor.
