#arrowedhunter

[livingprophecy]

@arrowedhunter​​​  asked:      “  let  me  see  the  wound.  ”      /      memes  from  sage.

          𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐀  frustrated  noise,  resisting  the  urge  to  roll  her  eyes  —  she  won’t  take  her  eyes  off  her  work.  sage  is  tapped  out  of  healing:      this  has  been  one  of  the  most  exhausting  missions,  and  they’re  alone  with  no  ability  to  contact  the  commander  or  anyone  else  on  the  team,  but  she’s  still  a  trained  medic.  stitching  the  wound  up  on  sova’s  arm  was  light  work,  but  it  didn’t  change  that  there  was  a  half  healed  bullet  wound  in  her  leg.      (she  tried  hiding  the  limp,  covering  the  wound  with  her  robes,  but  HE’D  STILL  NOTICED).            “stop  moving,  or  i  am  going  to  mess  these  stitches  up  on  purpose.”      she  mutters,  refusing  to  look  at  the  blue  eyes  that  are  piercing  into  her  right  now.  it  still  hurts;      she’d  barely  managed  to  stop  the  bleeding  before  they  had  to  keep  moving,  and  her  body  aches  more  than  she  can  describe.      but  she  is  never  her  first  priority.      /      ANDRESSA  WILL  ALWAYS  BE  HER  PRIORITY.      fingers  trace  over  her  work  as  she  ties  the  knot,  still  refusing  to  look  up  at  him  as  she  moves  to  the  one  on  his  chest.      “not  only  am  i  fully  capable  of  taking  care  of  myself,  but  i  am  also  fine.”      she’ll  tell  herself  the  reason  she  feels  faint  is  that  sova  is  shirtless  under  her  fingertips,  closer  than  they  should  be  on  the  field,  and  not  from  bloodloss.

          𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇,  sage  cleans  the  blood  away  from  the  stab  wound,  wishing  they  could  simply  be  in  the  compound,  sound  asleep.      (instead,  they’ll  be  sleeping  in  an  open  area,  in  shifts,  FAR  FROM  RESTFUL).      the  healer  finally  glances  up,  wincing  at  his  gaze.      “i  will  take  care  of  it.  you  should  be  focused  on  a  way  to  contact  omen.”      looking  back  down,  a  smile  creeps  on  to  her  face.      “i  would  even  take  delilah  or  sabine  at  this  point.”

[icedhealer]

@arrowedhunter​:   Even when I look away I am still looking.   (meme)

        SHE ALMOST DOESN’T RECOGNIZE the foreign feeling of heat gracing her cheeks, and she is lucky it doesn’t show. Mirai almost hates that he makes her feel this way --- warmth after years and years of being cold, a feeling of a FIRE IN HER HEART. How does she tell him that she looks too? That she watches his moves carefully, constantly fretting for his safety in the field, that she... Sage finds herself ducking her head, slight smile tugging at her lips. 

        “YOU ARE A CHARMER, Sova.”   A glance up, through long lashes. Cocks her head, eyes turned more inquisitive.   “Tell me --- what exactly are you looking FOR?”   She comes off strong, perhaps for her own protection more than anything, but the question stands.   “I’ve found more often than not that purpose tells all.” 

[liightningchosen]

@arrowedhunter​ asked:   ❝ she did not pass the vibe check! ❞

       BARRY BLINKS. THOSE WERE definitely not the words he was expecting from Sova of all people. He looks up from his tablet, cocking his head to the side.   “I think you’ve been spending too much time around JETT.”   

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[icedhealer]

@arrowedhunter​. 

        “DO YOU THINK THE two of them know how obvious they are being?”   Sage doesn’t take her eyes off of Jett and Phoenix, who are still sparring behind the glass walls. The two banter back and forth endlessly, grins on their face. Finally, she drags her gaze away to look at Andressa, bright smile on her face.   “It seems as if EVERYONE sees it but them. Commander Brimstone even mentioned it to me last night.”   Among other things... the man was wise along with his years, and seemed to know more about most than she imagined.   (She did not think her longing looks at SOVA were as obvious, it seemed).      “I wonder if they need intervention.”

[icedhealer]

@arrowedhunter​:   You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.   (meme)

        “I AM MUCH MORE used to breaking things apart.”   Her reply comes all too quick, sharp on her tongue, and she sighs just as fast. But it doesn’t mean she hasn’t spoken the truth --- she was never meant to put things back together, that was not her mission. Her mission was straightforward. Now everything seems MUDDLED TOGETHER, and she can’t seem to sort it out.   (She does not feel like she should be a healer, and yet this is the fate she was handed).   Mirai simply huffs out another breath, shaking her head. 

        “I DO NOT KNOW that I am capable of gluing things together. It feels as if this gift was given to the wrong person.” 

[livingprophecy]

@arrowedhunter​  asked:      “  how  do  i  look?  ”      /      memes  from  sage.

          𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄  pouring  over  files  and  debriefs,  stressing  about  missions  to  come.  this  time,  it’s  her,  maps  and  plans  burned  into  the  back  of  her  brain.  she  hates  this  mission  with  a  burning  passion:      sending  andressa  in  with  sabine  was  the  last  thing  she  wanted  to  do.  but  the  mission  was  with  corrupt  chinese  officials,  ones  that  might  recognize  her,  and  viper  had  no  involvement.  she  had  the  perfect  cover  with  her  PREVIOUS  SCIENCE  INVOLVEMENT,  and  sova  had  the  perfect  cover  as  a  RUSSIAN  BUYER  too,  while  mirai  and  omen  provided  more  than  critical  OVERWATCH.  everything  was  perfect  —  but  she  was  terrified  knowing  what  he  was  walking  into.      (walking  into  this  situation,  rather,  without  her).      his  words  barely  pull  her  attention  away,  and  without  looking  up,  the  healer  makes  a  noise  of  agreement.      WORRY  IS  MORE  PRESENT,  REGARDLESS.      she  blinks  though,  realizing  what  the  archer  had  said,  and  tears  her  gaze  away  from  the  pages.      “sorry,  i  was  not  listening,  i  —  ”      sage  loses  her  train  of  thought  once  again  when  she  looks  up,  finding  the  man  impeccably  dressed,  more  than  she’d  ever  seen  before.  the  suit  fit  him  flawlessly      (it  better  be  worth  the  money  phoenix  and  jett  spent  on  it),      and  seeing  him  out  of  his  cloak  or  casual  clothes  was  enough  to  get  her  tongue  tied.  swallowing,  she  gets  ahold  of  herself,  managing  to  hide  the  rest  of  her  awe  and  replacing  it  with  her  normal  thin  smile.  with  a  slight  nod,  mirai  looks  back  down  at  the  map.      “YOU  LOOK  GOOD.”      a  pause,  glancing  back  up.      “you  will  fit  in  perfectly,  especially  on  SABINE’S  ARM.”      the  jealousy  in  her  tone  isn’t  like  her,  but  she  can’t  help  it.  a  sigh  finally  passes  her  lips,  the  calm  mask  cracking.      “perhaps  we  should  call  this  mission  off.  there  are  too  many  variables,  and  i  worry  omen  and  i  won’t  be  able  to  cover  all  of  your  blindspots.  if  i  could  go  inside  —  ”      but  she  can’t.  rubbing  her  temples,  sage  smiles  softly  at  him.      “well,  at  least  i  will  have  a  VIEW.”