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“Icarus.”
it's all about freedom really
Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!
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okay so @wdc63 and I have been going insane about gax in the dms and realised they're perfect for "who did this to you" and then i blacked out and ten minutes later this was written so i guess enjoy 500 words of vague "they go on dangerous jobs" au gax
George closes the door behind him silently, praying that for once everyone has gone home at a reasonable hour. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not when he can still taste the blood in his mouth, split lip still oozing slightly. Not when his head still pounds. Not when he looks weak. Pathetic.
Their base of operations is dark and quiet, and George breathes a sigh of relief. He eases himself down onto a chair, eyes closed against the pain in his ribs. He knows he needs that looked at, definitely feels like something has cracked, but that’s a job for tomorrow. When he’s had a chance to build his walls up, slip on his mask, pretend he didn’t just get completely steamrolled doing a job that should have been easy.
He sighs.
The light flicks on.
George flinches.
“George?”
It’s Max.
Of all the people that George didn’t want to see like this, Max is perhaps the number one contender. Shame and embarrassment writhe uncomfortably in his gut and he doesn’t need some asshole drilling home just how much he fucked up. Max had said this shouldn’t have been a solo job. George had rolled his eyes and gone anyway, desperate to prove himself. To prove that he’s more than what amounts to being the group’s secretary. To prove that he knows how to handle himself in the field too.
Fat load of good that’s done.
He blinks his eyes open, squinting in the light. Max is hovering in the doorway, gaze fixed on George, expression unreadable.
“I thought everyone had left,” George says by way of greeting. He refuses to be the first to acknowledge the elephant in the room. That George is sitting here beaten blue and bloody after getting home late from a job he swore he could handle.
He holds his head up high.
Max’s eyes narrow.
“Who did this to you?”
George freezes.
Max’s voice is barely more than a growl, eyes now flicking across George’s face and body, cataloguing all of his injuries. It’s not the reaction that George expected at all, and he blinks at Max, stunned.
“Um,” he says, eloquently.
Max marches forwards, intent, and George sits motionless in surprise as Max approaches, something dark and intent glinting in his eyes. Slowly, he raises his hands, hovering in the air mere centimetres away from George’s face.
“Who did this to you?” Again, Max’s voice rips out of his throat in a growl. Belatedly, George realises Max’s hands are shaking.
“I went on the job.”
Max’s expression hardens. He nods in understanding, shaking hands still hovering in the air.
For a moment they just pause, locked in this moment, breathing each other in. Until something in Max’s face breaks, softening just a fraction.
“Can I?” The growl is gone from his voice, replaced by something soft and cautious. George nods shakily.
They both seem to hold their breath as Max’s fingers land gently on the sides of George’s face. Featherlight, he strokes across the injuries, brushing past a bruised brow, skimming his grazed cheek, thumb pressing ever so gently into the split lip.
George’s lips part on instinct.
It snaps Max out of whatever trace he’d fallen into and he yanks his hands away like he’s been burned.
George pretends he doesn’t feel disappointed.
“I’ll kill them.” The growl is back. George barely has time to process before Max is grabbing a pistol off the table and stomping out the door.
“Max!”
It hangs in the air of the room. Silent, once again.
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„i have to disagree ever so slightly there, danica“
NICO ROSBERG I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH
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“i really enjoyed the engineering and physics of the car 😊” lewis hamilton this man is begging for an engineering job every week please just take him in the ferrari garage brother
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side eyes odysseus in everything past the underworld
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Can I request body swap so kinich with Ajaws demeanor and vice versa?
Here u go lmao the expressions were nice to do
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Chrysos (Chimera) Heirs…? I made a little ref sheet because I have some comics planned for these little guys haha…
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Chrysos (Chimera) Heirs comic [1] [Reads like manga! R to L]
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Chrysos (Chimera) Heirs comic [2] Dan Heng, Caelus, Phainon and Mydei get into some trouble... [Reads like manga! R to L]
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“I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in my heart. It is a feeling given by true friends. I know this now, and know that I am home.” _ | based on "Perfect Slaughter" by asterbae
reader discretion is advised, pls read the tags before checking it out
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Lewis Hamilton is really out here speaking Italian and sporting a yellow helmet. Nico Rosberg found dead in a ditch
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