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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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steve
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Comments

Re: action

[badbreak]

[it's not a successful operation; the boy's put himself together all backwards, must have, because for once his mouth is slower than his mind]

[like that's a option? he thinks, but doesn't say]

[and why the hell would I want to? he thinks, but doesn't say]

[the antiseptic hurts like a too-rough hair ruffle, like a friendly whack on the back (his wires feel all crossed sometimes, even when they're not sparking and overheating)]

[he doesn't flinch as anticipated, but the familiarity made estranged stings so much more than the skin-level sizzle of disinfection]

[what he actually ends up saying, feeling so fucking distant inside, is]

Ya should know ya can't trust me.

[the boy stands up, un-applied bandages and clumsy care non-withstanding, numbly kicking glass aside with each paced step]

[it's not really for Carol, but more like a narration for himself (I am standing, I am walking, I am breathing, I am heading to the door...)]

I'm goin' back up ta sleep.

[and he won't look back for anything (Nails tended to leave scenes of destruction even more easily than they created them)]