seth gecko

@faithguided

As much as SETH wanted to admit that he was GLAD things were getting back to ‘normal’…. well, as normal as they could be, he was STILL worried for Kate, and everything that she had been through. Yes, she was back, and he was GLAD for it, but he still wanted to protect her… even if he didn’t know HOW to do so anymore.

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         “—– I thought I would check up on you.”

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                       eyes   RIDDLED   WITH   EXHAUSTION   flickered  away  from  her  flesh ;   from  the  wrists  still  decorated  with  scars.  battle  wounds.  they  settled  onto  his.  surveyed  features  that  seemed  to  have  not  changed ,   but  were   SO   DIFFERENT.   she  could  only  guess  the  same  could  be  said  for  her  own  visage.  but  a  smile  was  still  offered  to  him ;   small ,   HALF   HEARTED   at  best.       ❝  ——   seth ,   i’m   fine.   you   don’t   have   to…   next   time   bring   pizza.  ❞

 

scott

@faithguided || ♡‘d

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     his hands were SHAKING and scott couldn’t get them to still, not when kate’s pulse was a weak flutter underneath too pale skin. the air was pungent with spilled crimson and dust, and the combination caused his stomach to roil with nausea ( for once, the scent of blood was not the siren call it had been, but a harsh reminder that his sister was still not safe ). jaw tensed to try and force shaking digits to still as he watched the transfusion, gaze on kate’s slackened features, whispering the words etched into his mind during sunday mass, tone fervent, DESPERATE, “our Father, who art in Heaven…”

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                       it  filtered  into  her  subconscious ;   a  steady  drip  of  distorted  sounds  that  didn’t  make  sense.  something  in  the  back  of  her  mind   STRUGGLED.   it  understood  and  fought  to  make  her  listen ,   to  absorb  everything  she  was  hearing.  it  wasn’t  nonsense.   IT   WAS   A   FAMILIAR   VOICE.   AN   ALMOST   FORGOTTEN   PRAYER.   when  it  finally  registered ,   it  seemed  to  hit  her  like  a  freight  train.  it  came  back  all  at  once  with  a  ringing  in  her  ears.   A   THUNDEROUS   BOOM   accompanied ,   making  her  jump  from  her  bones.      ❝  sc-  scott ?  ❞      eyes  blinked  open ,   searching.  again  she  struggled ,   trying  to  piece  together  the  last  few  minutes  that  were  suddenly  hazy.  another  weak  call  of  her  brother’s  name  and  tired  fingers  flexed.  a  weak  wrist  ( still  throbbing  beneath  it’s  makeshift  bandage )  was  lifted  as  she  searched  for   HIS   HAND ,   something  solid.

 
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                       ❝  ———   well   the   feeling’s   MUTUAL.  ❞      // @higherpurposes x.

 

NEW  TAG  DROP  PART  2 !!  ( bc i hate myself.  )

 

well that girl


stand      up,     warrior.
you are not yet finished.
b e a t e n you may be, but broken? angels  have  fallen  from greater     heights      and
s  u r v i v  e  d.
so why  shouldn’t  you  ?

is long gone.


independent & highly selective kate fuller.

EST: SEPT. 9, 2016.
as told by lizz.