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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 ? ❜
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𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄. 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑. we are the blood of the witches you thought were dead. we carry witchcraft in our bones whilst magic still sings inside our heads. when the witch hunters imprisoned out ancestors, when they tried to burn the magic away. someone should have warned them that magic cannot be tamed. because you cannot burn away what has always been aflame.
independent, highly selective, mutuals only original character. 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻 𝑳𝒀𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹, alias 𝑯𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑬 loved && adored by aria
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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. ❜
his body was made of adrenaline.
exy was everything that moved kevin since he could remember, that feeling of overcoming the exhaustion was something he was used to. he long learned to ignore his body’s pleas to stop moving in favor of playing, practicing even further. that’s why he was one of the best exy players alive. that’s why he was the best exy player alive.
even then, with his racket down while he talked scolded to neil, kevin couldn’t stop moving. body screaming as he moved from one foot to another, small little jumps to keep his body going against it’s own will. kevin never knew when to stop. all he knew was exy and that didn’t change just because going back to the ravens weren’t a threat anymore.
he was still playing for his life, afterall … and so was neil, that’s why kevin pushed him.
accessing his friend’s exhaustion, kevin sighed, stepping back as the younger man followed his order and got up. — ❛ two more sets with this drill and we can call it a day ❜ — grimace twisted kevin’s features with discontent, but he knew better than to push to hard and end up with an hurt neil, out of the games for the rest of the season. that was a privilege they both didn’t have.
he changed the racket to his right hand, rolling his left shoulder and frown a little enraged by the fact that he still couldn’t over-work his dominant hand – that he was still afraid of doing it. but it was useful to have that little bit of surprise in the games, being able to hold the exy racket either way. — ❛ you’re fast and your shots are getting stronger each day, but you still lack precision. we need to work on that before the next game ❜ —
fingers flex as if playing symphony of aching knuckles and calloused palms, testing smaller tendons in between. left hand holds pressure down on affected right shoulder, thumb forcing abused muscle not to flare up in similar to what heat he feels all over ―― nerve wires under the pump, fire running through veins ...
𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭.
‟ 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻. ❜ diced words for kevin’s convenience while neil picks up his racquet without bending too much; else, there is fear that he’ll just collapse there and then and be damned with the consequences. didn’t bother to look up to kevin as he shifts his attention to the hand-chosen equipment picked by the exy legend himself; more so the reason neil can’t really give up now. he did , after all , 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵.
now holding racquet with two hands, neil decides to shift the topic away from things they never really talk upon ... just like how he looked so much like death incarnate and how he smelled of it and kevin never noticed from the start until shit happened; and now, they’re here. ‟ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱. 𝗔𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗺 ? ❜
marvel au where neil hides the fact he’s the son of a prominent anti-human psychopath ( other than magneto , shocker! ) and keeps running off until he ends up in wymack’s school for the broken and the damned lmfao i’m so sorry. but hey, the concept’s there.
current name usage concept :
alex / alexander - europe ( sweden )
stefan - europe to usa
chris - usa
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 !!
‟ If you have something to say, JUST SPIT IT OUT . ❜
▬▬▬▬ ＆； @im-possiblelimits ， sc.
the pinnacle of my career writing neil josten is to write a twilight au.
head turns slowly , with an expression rigid and of disbelief. stefan could’ve been painted as mostly unsure and quiet , but he does know when and what to speak up. especially when implied accusations are in the air. stefan keeps well to himself and he doesn’t accept SLANDER .
‟ Unlike other people here , I do wash my dishes in this household. Do you ? ❜
❛ you’re my favourite little brat. ❜ ⇢ SHIT SAID TO A BABY BROTHER. &&. STILL ACC. / @scarfwere
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