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i have swallowed every horrible thing i have done there.

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 IM GONNA DO IT

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i wonder if.. maybe i should reboot...

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where are all of maes’ work pals at

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       It is with a most gusty sigh that Maes leans back in his chair and kicks back from his desk. The chair squeaks and creaks merrily as he rolls away across the tile. He flaps a dejected arm toward the radio. “Yeah, sure. Be my guest.”

      And just for good measure, as his chair bumps into the wall and forces him to come to a stop, he sighs again!

     “Don’t know why it broke now. Roy was in here an hour ago, and was it working? You bet your brussel sprouts it was. Then it just --” He mimics an explosion with his hands, which then drop like rocks and dangle lifelessly over the chair’s arms. He’s dejected! “Kaput.” 

open

“Is that broken?” Alphonse stepped closer, trying to get a better look. “Can I see it? I might be able to help.”

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     “C’mon, don’t eat that...” 

      This is what he gets for putting it in the shared refrigerator, he supposes! Maes gives the other a Most Pitiable Look.

     “Gracia made that for me..........”

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i have swallowed every horrible thing i have done there.

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LIKE A SECOND PHOENIX,

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hello.

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❝ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❞

█▐┊❛ ♛ ⊱ meme || @kernelhughes​ « not accepting »

「 ◦ ♛ ◦  ﹠﹠ ʰᵃʷᵏᵉʸᵉ⋅  ━ 」

        her  countenance,  always hidden by a  PASSIVE  facade,  has slipped  &  behind it  reveals  one of  benevolence.  cerise tiers curled upward  (  slight,  but  undeniably  there  ),  a hand ‘pon his shoulder━━  gentle  despite how calloused  &  blood stained it was.

          ❛  ━━  i know.  ❜     she squeezes his arm,     ❛  but  hughes…  you  DESERVE  happiness too.  don’t beat yourself up so much.  ❜

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“You won’t die, not on my watch!” {[ did someone ask for angst c; ]}

    “Hey.”

    He isn’t sure why he does it. Maybe the stress – the worry. Maybe it’s because of the way she says it, in that way that he knows means that she means it, no matter what she has to do. But he stops, and he takes her arm, and he wrenches her back to face him.

     “Look at me.” Of course she does, and there’s anger and fire in her eyes, but deeper there’s desperation and fear enough to match his own. Hughes’ gaze flickers between them, inches away, serious and permanent as the grave. “I don’t know what stupid thing you think you’re going to do to keep me alive, but I’m telling you – drop it. Drop it right now.”

       When she looks away, eyes widening in fury, he takes her other arm, liable to bruise, and shakes her. “Come on, Lieutenant. Neither – of – us – are going to die. Neither of us. They’re not – going – to win. We won’t let them. Okay?”

      A tense pause. He gives her another shake. Look at me, Hawkeye. 

      “Okay?”

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“You won’t die, not on my watch!” <3

     “Riza.”

     He shudders, coughs. A splash of crimson wets the pavement, tongue tasting of copper and slime and death. A punctured lung, he thinks, and the wheeze in what remains of his voice testifies to that. The way Riza’s hand presses hard on his ribcage but the bleeding does not abate testifies to that. The growing weakness in his limbs -- all a sign. 

      His own hand presses on top of the lieutenant’s. Softer, now, he calls again. “Riza. I have -- I need --” Another bloody cough. “I need -- you to do something f--for. For me.”

     She spits something at him. Maybe a fuck you, maybe an adamant I won’t let you die, damn it, and with the fire in her eyes either one... but she leans closer anyway. Maybe they both know it’s a lost cause. The sirens -- too far away. Each breath feels like drowning, the rattling in his chest growing stronger, wetter. 

     Closer. Closer

    And--

    “Please--”

    His final breath. His final words.

    “Find... a husband...”

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do i even have threads...????

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he was very worried you know. oh look, colors… sort of

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RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

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and he’s also unbelievably patient like. he doesn’t care he’ll put elicia in bed 500 times a night if she keeps getting out of it..