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[e1igius]

mini anoucement , as you may have noticed. i haven't been here lately. i've been overwhelmingly busy irl , and as much as i adore huckleberry ( and some of my other characters on this hellsite , but he knows he's the favorite ) i haven't had the mental capacity to write and manage real life all at once. but if you need me i am around on discord ( so1ito )

[e1igius]

Boyd Holbrook as Donald Pierce Logan (2017) // dir. James Mangold

[e1igius]

a small echo of wilderness , rests in the veins of a blonde man kissed by the texan sun. the eerieness of empty arrival , as if nothing in the world was worth the escape of manhood , no compromise caught close to the utter thrill that was tied up and delivered with a bow as texas slips from the man's lips as thick as blood drowning a river. ❝ now i reckon , y'all ain't trying to push ya'llseves out the window there. but one more step , and y'all's body will hit the pavement outside at erm , lets say... seventy two miles an hour ? ❞ the chilling announcement made by the killer , lurking in the shadows is unsurprising to any that had been witnessed as a third party but had held a certain understanding that the spoken to certainly should have startled at the words. the man's voice drips with anticipation , as if a starving wild cat had been set free in the middle of downtown manhattan.

he is , not the first , nor the last man. to have made headlines around this time of year. the holidays having come to a close crime was on the rise again. and the public was starting to realize , that a copy cat of eligius was lounging about ( as if , the copy cat was the only option , funny thing was - eligius was his own copy cat ). it was then , and only then, that a moment of recognition dawns on the texan's face , as if years of military training have been thrown out the door , and only the buffoonery remained , the instant sense of comradare at the instant recognition of another service member. ❝ hey looser , wanna speak ? ❞

@guttcrson liked for a starter of medium length.

[e1igius]

like this for a medium sized starter

[e1igius]

hi bitches its me

[e1igius]

he was , worried. this felt something much more like a trap than he would like to admit it. but it was anita , and he wasn't about to leave her in... this condition... whatever this was. the room smelled of death , of a rain after a storm , of how his skin felt looking at dead bodies in the desert. unfortunately , this thing seemed to know him the way it called him a friend was... not as if it was speaking through anita. no it was as if , it knew him , intimately. knew the little inner-workings in his head. and if the sniper had still been the man he was before meeting the short latina , maybe he would have ignored it as paranoia. now he knows better , there are too many things that go bump in the night and most of them are far above his paygrade. he has little idea what prompted them to think that he could fight off this one , or maybe he's not meant to. maybe they just want it to do something to him , to get it out of her. so she'll fight it off... from he inside. maybe , he's just the bait.

if so , maybe he should play along ? ❝ oh ? we're friends ? i'm sorry , i ain't got your name last time then... ❞ but his voice trails off as he spots the crimson on her palms. a breath leaving his iungs as if the life itself had been taken away from it. the number of times that he's told her to ask him for help before doing dumb shit was too many. hell , she has a whole list of contacts in her phone that could have aided her in this situation. the woman knew avengers. and hadn't even though to call at least a fucking marine ? sometimes he wanted to shake her until she understood where he was coming from. ❝ maybe she wanted us to meet. we both kept her... alive , but hear me out , i'd like my friend back darlin'. ❞

OH, HE WAS. they were all soldiers. those who fought on battlefields in the name of a king or a rebellion, justice or destruction— dying for a cause. it had seen many men like him. somewhere in anitas memories lied pieces of him, the man of war, in a mosaic of emotions that death didnt understand—nor did it want to. it could smell the blood on his skin, taste darkness on his soul, it was too bad he was human. he could be so much greater. she swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, watching him as if he were meal dropped into her tank.

" we are far more than friends, huck sawyer, " she answered, her voice far more sultry than anita ever cared to be. her tone had nothing to do with the woman but rather knowing what he looked like covered in someone else blood, standing over bodies, drinking in his victory like wine. death knew him quite well. she raised her arms off the table, turning them so her palms were up toward him, red stained with flesh under her fingernails. " —had you been there, i doubt i wouldve been necessary. but we know how stubborn she is. "

two armed men stood on the other side of the glass wall, their guns in hand watching the exchange with trepidation. it was clear that they wanted him to hurry it up. she rolled her eyes, letting her arms drop onto the table with a 'clank' of metal. " she has her little rules, makes you play by them. you should all be thanking me, her heart is still beating is it not? "

[e1igius]

his entire entity , is wrapped up in the simple fact that the man before him was a good man. he was everything, and huckleberry was forever grateful to have known him. the man had fundamentally changed the way the thirty two year old had viewed life , changed the way he carried his anger , changed the reason why he did what he did. even if it had always been generally for the greater good. he knows how to control his emotions, and yet , in that moment , he can feel his entire world shatter around him and it takes every once of his will to keep his eyes from tearing up and lips from quivering. hands clench into fists, jaw tightens and a single brow raises at the tone he's met with. unfamiliar , as if they're meeting for the first time. as if he's not being recognized ? part of him wants to chalk it up to the time he's missed. but , realistically. he would have recognized the man before him if they were in new york , at times square, on new years , and he was on the other side of the crowd. ❝ yeah man , you do. ❞ he lets the texan in a little more , a little more like how he used to talk , when they'd first met. ❝ what the fuck dude , you really going to pretend not to know me ? ❞ was he embarrassed of him ? was he fucking with him ?

THE CIGARETTE IN HIS HAND WAS FAMILIAR AND WASNT. he had picked up the habit while deployed, carried it into prison where it became a way to pass the time. since he had been released, that addiction disappeared entirely and he wasnt sure when it happened. but he kept a pack on him in the inner pocket of his coat for the nights he spent letting time pass once more. the stick moved between his fingers fluidly, pinky to pointer and back again. he had almost reached for the worn down paperback tucked into his pocket when he heard his name. it was said in a way that put up his defenses, brow furrowing, glancing up the street. he did a quick assessment, taking in the man from top to bottom as he approached. he was armed but he wasnt walking like someone with intention.

" sorry, man, do i know you? " his tone had the same low, gruff intensity as he tucked unlit cigarette in his hand behind his ear.

[e1igius]

ill be back monday just had to take a little break , i hella love yall for putting up with all my absences

[e1igius]

due to recent life events any threads that involve alcohol have been put on hiatus i might drop some ill let yall know

[e1igius]

it’s me and hucks birthday in my time zone rn

[e1igius]

me making huck a verse for my org lore from @dctrine cause I wanna use it and the account never took off ? More likely than you think

[e1igius]

it is not often , nor does he expect it to be , that amelia stops anything that they are doing mid-assignment. though to say they often work together would be a misrepresentation , in the same field of work is the argument , they run into each other quite a bit more than he is comfortable with at times. and over the years , it's become , nice , and familiar. far too accustomed to try to change anything , so when he finds himself on the receiving end of a bullet sent by her the shock has him standing still. confused for a moment , until the look on her face lets him know that she had not intended for him to move into her shot. the graze of blood down his cheek is slowly starting to pool. but he glances behind him regardless. eyes watching a man drop dead , bullet wound perfectly centered on the strangers' skull. a nice shot , though he would have rather not had to explain to the emergency room that he's totally got hit by a bullet but it totally isn't something he's worried about.

before he can reach up to feel how bad the injury might be , her hand is cuping his face and turning his cheek in her direction. as if she's verifying that she hasn't caused any permanent damage. which huckleberry could have answered previously. if he was seriously injured , he'd be in far more pain. it's just a graze... and yet , there's a warmth that pools in the bottom of his stomach. it's not often that he feels cared for. even in small ways , the little moment of intimacy brings a smile to his face. he tries not to squirm at her touch , letting her moved his face around a little until she's satisfied that the injury isn't life-threatening in any way after a couple of wipes. when she finally lets go he figures he can tease her a little , and he leans in a bit making the space between them a little smaller. ❝ oh look , you do care. ❞

[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got @astremourante

[e1igius]

if one were to call , attempt to explain what his plan had been over the radio to him. he knows that somewhere in his military training there was some packet about how walking straight into enemy territory was in fact not how one stayed alive. but more than that , he doesn't consider de lima an enemy. despite the badge she wore now , to him the woman who was staring back at him like he was some sort of monster would always be doc. she had saved his life before , and despite being the reason that it had most recently been derailed. he was certain that if necessary she would again. he has questions , but he's unsure if the answers she'll give him are the ones he wants to hear. ❝ what if i just wanted to see an old friend. ❞ what if i just want to see the guilt in your eyes ? ❝ though could use a few stitches. ❞ a rather deep knife cut he'd self-inflicted, as an excuse to get in the room was definitely still bleeding down his arm and staining her lovely flooring.

SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A WHOLE VICTORY TASTES LIKE. every battle waged had been fought uphill, her legs wrapping in barbed wire pushing through muck and gore. it had been the same thing as a combat medic; you save one, you save another but the bodies pile up and their numbers are swept under the rug with a flag on top. she finds the same emptiness as a profiler, hauntings of humanity wearing her down the longer time passes. putting @e1igius away had been a hollow endeavour, leaving her to question her own morality for over a year now, her efforts meaningless in the end. "is this an i told you so visit or do you have a bullet stuck somewhere you probably deserve?"

STARTER CALL//accepting

[e1igius]

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚟𝚜. 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 , tagged by @medicbled !

[e1igius]

the dark has a unique way of bringing out the monsters in people , as if , fear were wrought but set aside in lieu of all-encompassing danger. it was , almost as if , the world had decided to keep it's demons hidden in the dark to keep them at bay , without knowing that in the darkness was where the very said demons thrived --- and if only they had been exposed to the light , maybe the world could be a better place. the texan lives in the night , with how his life has panned out it's a miracle if he makes it to the bodega before they close for the evening. which is where he found himself tonight , under flickering streelights , a single plastic bag in hand. trying to light a cigarette outside his favorite bodega in houston at 3am.

@lamelancolia liked for a short starter.

[e1igius]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

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