Tag Dump 2/2.
tag dump 2/2.
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spent two days coding and i’m so tired oh my god. TO DO: about page, verses page, icons so at the meantime i’m just gonna write iconless.
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@jozthen said: it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
Inquisitive gaze lingers, scolding and relentless. One that wordlessly whispers ‘should’ve known better’ every chance it gets. Words are not needed, her expression says it all and, really, is there something left to say but at all? Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise, god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin; like a map of violence, only there was never any treasure to find.
“Listen, kid, you might have charm, but your right hook is abysmal.” She holds nothing back, rarely does. Not that bite that drips form her words, not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth. Learning how to defend oneself is vital, at least in her books, and that will be the topic she settles on. Not the bruise, pale and blue, not the implication that it carries.
Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding. They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago, so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do. It’s a gesture that counts, is it not? “Maybe we should work on that next time.”
miscellaneous angst starters. || not accepting
he is not built to stand his ground —— his mother made sure of that. better to outrun the nightmares than getting caught back up in them. so natha - - neil learns to bite back complaints , or ‘ whining ’ as mary would’ve placed it if she were still alive , from the other person who at least gave a shit in giving him a fighting chance. literally.
‟ What about the left ? Fared better ? ❜ the brunet reaches for the damp compress; iciness begin to numb fingers that clenched tighter and hurt less than the pain they have to endure against the californian sand. carefully situating the wet bag against his left cheek , liking how the cold dissipates heat and relieves him ... before placing it on his right side to hold it there. the boy shifts slowly and checks which is movable and which is tolerable , assessing damage.
looking up from the floor he sits on , observing the other of unknown origins. how she didn’t mince anything with neil , like his mother did , and how he tries to hold back the fear slowly creeping in his chest. as much as he has respect in females , he thinks how terrifying it would be if they met before within his father’s business circles and that neil couldn’t remember; how this woman could’ve had a hand in teaching him , just like his father instructed lola to teach him. he frowns and ignores the awful turning of his guts inside.
‟ I don’t know why ... you’re doing this. ❜ neil begins with a cautious tone , choosing wise words that won’t offend the lady. why now , of all times , did a beacon appear when he’s almost tipped to the edge , ready to give up ? ‟ What do you get out of it ? ❜
one liners placed within canon timeline, or will vary depending from which verse your muse stands. ( no worries, we’ll work out the small details like verse info, etc. right after i dive in your dms or raid your askbox. )
* NO CAPS !!
tag dump.
*taps mic* how does my entire ass taste like? / dash comm. i said please‚ i tried to be nice. / wall comm.i have a bit of an attitude problem. / musings. at the equally weak flutter in his chest. / audio. love you‚ hate you‚ don’t care. just make them look at you. / video. i should wear less gray? maybe you should breathe less air. / wardrobe. like his world stopped and started with neil’s mouth. / nsfw aes. this is the moment you stop being a rabbit. / headcanon. mouth full of white lies. / reply. against everything neil knew‚ but he’d queued this path. you know‚ i get it… / crack.
verses tag dump.
v*. BURNED TO THE FILTER WITHOUT TAKING A DRAG. / undetermined. v001. THE FOXHOLE COURT / this is the moment you stop being the rabbit. v002. THE RAVEN KING / they were worth every cut‚ bruise and scream. v003. THE KING’S MEN / fight because you don’t know how to die quietly.
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— ” true. no one here can keep up with me, i’m aware. but you can work harder than this, josten, and if you don’t stop whining and just focus, you’ll never getting better. “ — replied, but a quiet voice in his mind - his conscience, maybe? - reminded him that he already had lost track of time. for how long were they training?? it doesn’t matter. he needed to be sure that they could win.
for once , he appreciates the floor under his weight; legs stretched yet body unresponsive to whatever the mind attempts setting on ... what , with shoulders hunched and arms laying low , his hands resting in the gap between his lower limbs. the only reason that neil is becoming aware of his limitations is when numbness begins to settle along with slight tremors that he can feel in his fingers.
the way that a thousands’ worth of exy racquet slipping through his grip during the recent drill several minutes ago is a tall tell.
‟ I’m trying. ❜ voice strained , holding back frustrations veiled in the exhaustion creeping in his system , and avoiding having another tiring same old arguments with kevin. of course there’s no time for neil to sit on his ass because the games aren’t going to win by themselves; but —— ‟ You don’t need to remind me about the nooses around our necks. ❜
it hurts ... but nothing worse that he hasn’t survived before. the anger dissipates under the silent acceptance and grumbling under his breath , annoyed that as when he stands up , the redhead has to hold onto his knees for a while before straightening up. wincing slightly , frowning greatly at the disappointment he received when he moves his right shoulder in a circular motion. testing , testing.
‟ ...Let’s go. ❜
ANGER WAS : BETTER THAN TEARS BETTER THAN GRIEF BETTER THAN GUILT
