fiiducia.

he is a STORM as they clatter out of the reliant;  there is wrath thrumming feverishly
below his skin. his spine is stiff, countenance held carefully blank until they’ve come
to their quarters. the door opens, then shuts with a hiss, && once they’re inside -—–
a jagged bolt of lightning splits his anger, cracks the sky in two, his fury unfolding in
great, torrential walls of rain that hiss, gush, mutter its way into a gutter flooded, still
gloved fingers digging roughly into the slope of abel’s shoulders, he shoves him back
into the wall, spitting with fury, umbrage rolling off in waves. 

                                    ❛ quit your shit, abel!! ❜

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ONCE AGAIN, they’d escaped from death by the skin of their teeth.
      ONCE AGAIN, he turned to help someone against cain’s better judgement.
              ONCE AGAIN, he’d turned his eyes away from the truth he refused to see.

COMPASSION DOES NOT WIN WARS
                                                        BLOODSHED DOES.

       ❛ that bleeding heart of yours is gonna get us killed one day!
                        when i say DON’T GO BACK, you DON’T GO BACK!
         your luck with saving people is gonna run out; so quit counting on it ❜

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