#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ R E L . ︱ CHRIS / KARL

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                                                     𝐒𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠                                                        𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧                                            𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧                                         𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬

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-`ˏ    @tooxldtorememxer​​​​  |  KARL HEISENBERG   ˎ´-

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Rare was it that Karl bothered to indulge him in anything fight related or relating to his training. Rare was it also that Chris even bothered when he was out here on surveillance duty. But after his last mission, he was still feeling the leftover pangs of adrenaline thrumming like phantoms through his system. They left him with a notable quiver, an itch beneath his skin like electricity running through a live current.

With nowhere else to go, he needed to find a suitable outlet to release it, that restlessness starting to get on his frayed nerves with a weariness he was starting to feel dig itself deep into his bones. There lie the current issue  -  he was on duty  - benched essentially for a few extra days here. With that, it meant he had to go  &  make do with whatever he had here. Definitely wasn’t the same as a gym in the city or bases, but… it worked.

&  so, outside of the cabin early in the morning the day after he arrives  -  Chris finds himself going through the usual motions in a mindless sort of haze. It's calming  -  soothing  -  but still not enough to completely get rid of his jittering nature. It's not enough  -  the lacking engagement pecking away at him as he slows his movements to instead sweep away the sweat beginning to bead along his brow. Turning at the familiar prickling sensation he can feel along his neck, he's only slightly surprised to note how it's Karl who's watching him, unsure of just how long he's been there before the man does something that stuns him.

He offers a distraction in the form of a sparring partner. Curiosity colours his tone, the way his eyes gleam like light along a knife's edge  -  something just a little feral peeking free with interest as Chris perks up. He should fight a bit more against the offer  -  decline. But instead, with a quirked brow, a small upturn of his lips along the edges, the operative finds himself waving him over.

Before they even begin  -  it's teasing words tossed back  &  forth, doing wonders in helping him ease back from his initial discomfort. It's familiar  -  friendly. Giving him something to focus on even as he braces himself  &  waits for the other man to make the first move. He was worried. He really shouldn't have been.

Before he knows it, each blow traded, each quickened dodge to avoid an attempted grasp here or there, the evasion, the strike back  -  the occasional bit of 'cheating' the other man does with the odd bit of shrapnel tossed his way, never anything too heavy or harmful, meant as a distraction more often than not. There's the stray tugging of his bracelet against the skin of his wrist, another attempt to draw his attention just as Karl moves to lunge. It works this time.

Chris fell for his feigned movement  -  finding himself suddenly breathless as he's knocked over right back on his ass, a dry wheeze leaving him as he thunks his head back against the morning chilled earth. But he knows when to give, especially when he goes to buck the other man off of him from where he has him pinned, only to find nothing gives. The twitch of his fingers, the wiggle of his hands as they remain palm-side up are given, a breathless laugh greeting the air as he lays back in defeat.

He'd call him a cheater another day for that  -  even if it had been fair. As he tries to catch his breathing, regain his own composure, his skin burns like fire even in the cold air outside  -  but something brushes along the curve of his jaw, luring with it, his attention. He cants his head weakly to the side, a curious grin still light in it's presence across his lips, the peek of his own teeth visible past twitching lips. His heart thunders away beneath the cage of his ribs  -  he swears Karl can feel it even as he peers down at him, all toothy smiles, eyes thinned in smug victory as he leans in.

The scent of cigars  &  oil are fast to cloud the air, something more woodsy lying beneath, holding his attention as if it was something tangible. He doesn't move for a moment when lips touch, but he melts into it once his brain catches up, a hand lifting to card through curtained locks of ashy grey. 

An odd prize, but he didn't mind  -  not if the content purr reverberating through him like an echo was anything to go by.

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-`ˏ    @tooxldtorememxer​​  |   KARL HEISENBERG    ˎ´-

→   🙏

(  Send 🙏 to cradle my muse's face.  🪴  )

                                     ❝ We need to stop meeting like this. ❞

It's said almost jokingly, a hint of humor coloring his tone as he moves to close the distance, lowering his weapon, slinging it off to the side. A hand reaches up to switch off his radio, muting his end  &  cutting it off as hazel eyes flick over the man's frame, scanning for any injuries he might've gotten since they'd split up earlier. He'd heard reports from his men that Karl hadn't exactly been the quietest during their mission since it'd started  -  ever loud  &  boisterous, somehow more feral here as he made his way through the fallen village.

                                        ❝ You've got the others on edge. ❞

Not a complete lie, though not the complete truth either. Karl's not exactly reckless, but... not exactly handling things with the delicate tact needed to pull this damn thing off. But Chris can't fault him, not when he knows what meaning this place holds. He doesn't know much, but what he has been made aware of is this was the crux of it all for the man  -  where it all began, where a majority of the shit that left him scarred both physically  &  mentally had been inflicted. Miranda was here, so close  -  so he couldn't fault him for having a twitchy trigger finger  &  an even worse mood.

But he's alive, doing fine for the most part from what he can see. Boots come to a stop once he's right in front of the former Lord.

A hand raises, catching his attention in a flighty way  -  one he nearly jerks back from but narrowly manages to stop himself at the very last second. They're both on edge  -  this was a lot...

Making contact, thankfully warmth still bleeds from his frame, radiating like a heater in a reassuring way that pulls a sighs past his lips when Karls' palm curls around the side of his face. A sweet gesture, wrong time  -  but still endearing. Chris' nerves are twitchy, teetering along the edge as he tries to stay composed, to show he's not having any doubts now that they're actually in the thick of things, but it's hard when already, their once foolproof plan went south right at the start  -  &  now he's gotta worry about Ethan, figure out how to get Rosemary back,  &  keep an eye on Karl to make sure he makes it out of this in one piece.

The stroke of a thumb drags him back to the surface, the furrow creasing between his brows being eased away when a second hand joins the other in cradling his face, a puff of air being huffed in his face when Karl chuckles something out about how he's overthinking things, needs to keep his head on straight. Needs to breathe.

It does help, oddly enough, a grumble leaving his lips when he reaches up to swat the hands away, though there's a distinct curve of his lips that comes to greet him when he peers back into darkened lenses.

❝ No promises. Just... shit, this is going too fast — it’s hard to keep track of everyone & stay in the shadows when there's so much on the line right now. I'm not sure we can pull off everything we set out to do. ❞

               . . . At least not without a miracle.

Ethan was making progress, but he hated that they had no other choice but to leave things to him. There was no guarantee he'd even be able to make it out of this... but if worst came to, they'd at least be able to save Rose. His eyes flicker over the others face, contemplation coloring the action as he squints at the grey-haired man. Leaning in, a small spike of something notably determined rearing it's head as he huffs, moving in to catch the other off guard with a quick kiss as a hand snatches at his chin. It doesn't last long, isn't even anything special, more so something quickly done to placate himself, remind himself the other was still alive  &  breathing, would be by the end of this.

Staring at him, eyes narrow but there's a flicker of mirth, a brow arching before he steps back to put some distance. The smell of cigars  &  oil cling.

                    ❝ Just take care on your end. No more reckless stunts, got it? ❞

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-`ˏ    @tooxldtorememxer​  |   KARL HEISENBERG   ˎ´-

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Safe to say, Chris has come to view his assigned missions with Karl as anything but actual ‘missions’. While it’s technically considered surveillance work, he’s come to view time spent around the other man as a break of sorts, a place with company he can breath easy in, relax in. Since he’s known him for years by this point, there’s an ease to lowering his guard around him despite knowing the danger he could pose  -  a firm trust that no matter what, he’ll try to do the right thing. 

That even when he’s at his worst, Karl is not a monster.

Chris will often joke about being stuck with him at times, but if anything it only further reveals his fondness for him, how even after all these years, after all the trauma, Chris is even still able to joke around  &  have bits of his playful past peek free around Karl. It’s overall a piss poor attempt to cover it up under the guise of something joking  &  not serious, but he’s nothing if not honest  -  showing his care / affection / trust through his actions. 

Loss is still a thing that weighs heavily on his mind, haunts him like a ghost from his past, so he’s still beyond shocked as well as torn with relief that of all people, Karl’s become one of the rare ones that’s stayed as long as he has, even if the situation itself is complicated.

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// *SHIP TAG DUMP.

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