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HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter







 "You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."


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Re: action

[badbreak]

[it's not something that's happened to him, not since -- since he was small and bright and young, and he didn't know enough to be so fucking afraid, all the time (allthefuckingtime). he knows the reason for the permanent rings under Dave's eyes; the man had always been burning at both ends, and it's not Badou's fault, but it wasn't just luck that he was never taken like those pale-haired kids]

[even if the (Bad Boy) blood isn't there, he's fallen into Carol's life the same way he fell into his brother's -- unasked for, accidentally, haphazardly (ahaha, she went out for smokes, an' three days later, it was just you an' me! is all he knows about his mother, yeah, he was already long gone is what he knows about his father)]

[that press of warm lips, of affection he has done nothing to deserve, has actively fought against at times, doesn't feel like home (Dave's unshaven face, sloppy aim, and toothy grin), but it shakes him, rattles something dusty and out of use deep within his gut (chest? it's so removed from teeth and claw, he can't even locate it). it makes him feel small and uncertain, weak and awful, lost and unhappy -- it makes him feel]

[(he used to ride on Dave's shoulders, when he was little, and even if there was only ever darkness above their heads and below their feet, he knew it was like being in the sky)]