#interactions | tooxldtorememxer

[worldly-diversity]

@tooxldtorememxer ○ 𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 ○

          ⤷  『  Pardon My Hand  』

Send "Pardon My Hand" For My Muse's reaction to Your's sneaking up behind them and slipping their hand between My Muse's Legs...

Sitting still when he wanted noting more than to move and squirm and arch into the pleasure being offered was far more difficult than he wanted to admit. Fingers dug into the sides of the chair he'd been told to sit on while Antonin in all his deliciously evil dominance went on to torment him however he pleased.

He'd already been worked up enough to ask rather than insinuate or indeed simply rub against the other in some way or another. He could be convincing, but Antonin could just as easily play at ignoring him in those situations and he'd been too wanton for that. But asking meant getting Antonin's full attention and ending up like this.

"F-Fuck—" Fingers dug harder to try and keep his hips from bucking as Antonin slipped a hand from behind him to brush teasingly over his swollen length, barely enough stimulation yet enough to make Barty grit his teeth lest he end up breaking the rules. Don't move. Easier said than done…

"Tonin, please…" He wanted more than this and could only hope that begging enough would grant him the reward he so desperately wants right now.

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[heroicintention]

Remus did enjoy some of the lavish lifestyle— all granted to him by the other man… but the man could only stand sitting on his arse so much. He really did attempt to keep himself entertained. He’d written whole chapters of some attempt as a novel he highly was worth while, he went on walks, he’d learned how to knit for fucks sake. But there was a heavy discontent in feeling… useless. He knew that wasn’t how Antonin felt— that Remus was just sponging in resources without lifting a bloody finger— but… it was how Remus felt.

There’s an uncomfortable look at Antonin’s words and Remus casts his gaze down. Never one to feel adequate in expressing things, especially when they went against his lover’s own beliefs… but he knew shutting down wouldn’t help end the damn discussion, it’d just become a row. “I don’t want to tell her not to do things, I feel bloody awful asking her for a cup of tea half the time but she seems offended when I make my own,” he murmurs quietly because he certainly does not want Fifi to overhear. “I don’t like ordering her around, Tonin… she’s very sweet and meticulous and I just… feel terrible taking her out of her habits, I’m just… I feel useless.”

As a child, just the thought of not having a servant serving in the house was outrageous. Who would be doing all the things that the privileged boy took for granted? It hadn’t actually downed on him until he and Remus had started to share a home to realize that someone might actually want to do housework, or at least do something themselves. He’d just thought Remus would be happy to finally be able to kick his feet up and just enjoy the luxury of life he had earned with Antonin.

But he had been wrong, as it would seem.

When Remus glanced off to the kitchen, so did Antonin but, of course, Fifi was busy putting away the dishes and cleaning the kitchen from their breakfast that she had served them herself and the two wizards only had to show up to. “What do you want to do?” he asked, it wasn’t exactly a surprise to him since he had watched his poor husband’s small decline for some time, unable to fix it by throwing money at it. Still, it was new to him. “If you want to do things around the house you can just tell her. You are her master too,” so what was the problem? He knew it was hard for him to find work, and if doing things around the house would make him feel better and useful until he found one suitable for his… condition, he only had to say so. Not ask, tell. It also had never occurred to him that that might be a problem for him as well.

[mtngh0ul]

🜃 » when he was first called upon to take the role of drummer , succeeding ivy and @tooxldtorememxer before that , the ministry was looking for someone who could serve as a permanent addition. they needed a new ghoul ; a new entity to enrapture the audience . it was with drumsticks in hand and the excited buzz of the crowd ahead , all peering over the drumkit to seek the new face in the band , that he first played with all the heart expected of him , seizing their interest and curiosities .

but that is not the struggle he has . being so introverted and often given the luxury of space has meant that mountain hasn't really ... interacted with his band mates before . [ they are all the opposite of himself , extroverted and confident . ] and being behind the drums for the majority of the rituals ...

❛ pebble . ❜ seeking the advice of someone who was in a similar position seems reasonable , but if the other was anything like himself , he'd need something to secure his attention . [ he heard something about pebble enjoying food . quite a lot . maybe his cooking talent could go towards this ? ] ❛ mind if we talk ? with a midnight snack or two . ❜ a pause . ❛ feeling danishes . you want a danish ? i know a three-ingredient recipe , it's foolproof . ❜ / ❤'d .

[iomadachd]

@tooxldtorememxer asked: kith dew and ifrit

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS (accepting 1/5)

They've been practicing for what feels like days without a break at this point.

Obviously, they haven't, but it has been several hours a day as of late in preparation for the tour. Not just the music, but even the choreography, as little as they actually have on stage.

They still have to be able to make stage crossings and interact with Papa without crashing into each other or tripping over the crisscrossing cords that will be tacked along the stage floor.

Finally, they're free, and Dew is far too tired to even think about eating. He waits until it's just him and Ifrit in the equipment room, and pulls the Fire Ghoul in for a kiss, steam rising where their lips meet. It's a soft thing, and slow, but no less intense than their kisses usually are.

Pulling back, he grins up at the other, fingers curled in his shirt. "What say you and I skip dinner and go right to bed?"

[alastors-radioshow]

📚

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category. explanations optional.  ) [CLOSED - Not accepting]

📚 ― nice threads to read

@tooxldtorememxer ! We've never interacted, and we only recently became mutuals, but I really enjoy following along in their threads, because they're so well fleshed out and well written! Yes, I casually follow along when I see an interesting thread, even if I don't interact with someone myself. I can still appreciate good writing when I see it.

[pctioneer]

Antonin Dolohov ( @tooxldtorememxer )

Antonin had just been happy it hadn’t been him at the end of the wand, and neither had he been the one to cast the spells on his fellow brethren. Not this time, at least, but he wasn’t sure he had gathered enough strength yet to make it any more than an annoying itch. He could have mustered the power if needed, but it would have cost him greatly. Sure there had been time to recover, but all those years in Azkaban had taken a toll on him that he was sure he would recover from for the rest of his life. He hadn’t exactly been paying attention when Severus made his escape, but he felt his own mind shift and slip and knew it was his sign to make his own escape. Just for a few minutes, he told himself, long enough to gather his strength to return to his own home so he wouldn’t have to stay here. The Dark Lord was making even him uncomfortable these days and he’d very much appreciate not spending more than enough time under the same roof. He closed the door silently behind himself and leaned back against it, his head tilted back as he took a deep breath or two. Suddenly his body grew stiff and his eyes snapped open at the sound of someone else. He wasn’t alone as he’d thought he was, because those noises hadn’t come from him, he knew that much. He pushed himself away from the door and kept his back straight as he walked further into the drawing room, still not announcing himself. The first word that went through his mind when he came across the other soul was ‘pathetic’ but he knew he wasn’t looking any better himself and he hadn’t just been tortured twice by crazy Bella. It took him a few moments to speak. “She enjoys herself way too much,” it was more a mutter than anything and he turned away to find the alcohol cabinet. To be fair, that would have been him in the past, enjoying throwing the cruciatus or any of his own spells, around at anyone, but right now he wasn’t even in the mood for that. Finally, he found something worth drinking and poured a great amount for the both of them. It might not help his body to recover, but at least it could numb his mind a little. He put the second glass down on a small side table before he collapsed in an armchair on his own where he was able to keep an eye on the other, then took a long drink from his own glass. “Drink, maybe you will actually be able to sleep through it.”

The aftermath of the cruciatus curse is a uniquely torturous experience in its own right. The longer - or the more often - one is targetted, the longer it takes to recover. Severus figures that by now ( as is likely the case for most of the inner circle ) the damage to his nerve endings in permanent. He had hardly recovered from last time.

Focussed solely on remaining as still as possible, he doesn't notice the door to the drawing room being opened - nor the figure who has entered. Only when Antonin speaks does Severus become aware of him. Perfect. He isn't usually so easy to sneak up on, && the fact that another could witness him so incapacitated bothers him greatly, but for the time being he simply doesn't have the strength to get himself back to Hogwarts - where Dumbledore's wards would force him to walk across castle grounds before he could reach his rooms - so he merely mutters a quiet acknowledgement. With any luck, this could be a quiet interaction - or perhaps no interaction at all.

Eyes slowly scan Antonin as he takes a seat opposite him. It''s not like he is still here out of dedication - even Lucius's expensive liquor cabinet wouldn't detain anyone to stay longer than absolutely necessary. As soon as summons were over they all scattered from these grounds as fast as they could manage without offending the Dark Lord.

After a small pause to gather his strength to move && accept the offered glass, Severus manages to sit himself upright and finish his drink without showing any outward signs of distress, except perhaps the awkwardness of his movements. The liquor burns as it goes down his troath, but it's not an alltogether unpleasant sensation. It manages to dull his senses just a little bit - enough for him to cave and ask for another glass - effectively betraying the desperation he'd been trying so desperately to conceal before.

"- another "

[adversityfought-a]

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

→  Smooch?? 👀

( First Five Asks Get A Kiss  |  ( 6 / ? )  🗂 )

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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[fxckingmoran-a]

~ @tooxldtorememxer​ || ❤️’d for a teensy starter || For Vincent ~

    “In your professional opinion, do you think I have what it takes to be a porn star? Also, in your other professional opinion, if I was an animal, what animal would I be?”           

[pianomxn-aa]

@tooxldtorememxer  from x

“I tried to call you and ask if I could come over but you didn’t pick up.” he shrugged and smiled softly at the sleepy figure next to him. “Suppose I know why now. And nothing’s wrong.” he shook his head a little. Well, a little wrong perhaps, because he felt lonely when Mephisto wasn’t home and he had been gone for three days and would be away for even longer. “Just want some company, that’s all.” he smiled at him again and even though he was the biggest out of the two of them, he managed to make himself kind of small and tucked his head under Drew’s chin. And no, he didn’t wasn't that kind of company. Just a bit of human contact.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone. I came here and exhaustion completely dragged me down” he smiled apologetically, now both arms wrapping around his friend to hold. He’d known Vincent for a while now to distinguish his moods, and also he was observant enough to see different emotions in people without being told about it and this one, this one was one he could relate to. It felt like loneliness. “I’ll be your company, I hope it’s a good one” he chuckled rubbing Vincent’s back soothingly. “Up for a movie perhaps? I could make us some popcorn”

[goldcnlicn]

*Beep Beep* Since I seem incapable of keeping more than one blog alive without abandoning the other nowadays I have decided to MOVE Jaime to my multimuse blog. I love this golden fool and I love the ones who still want to interract with me and him.

This blog will still be up because I am too damn proud of it to take it down and the information will still be here. I’ve worked hard and now it’s not possible to make changes to it because of the whole java-script thing :| So all interactions, follows and so forth will be done from

                                  TOOXLDTOREMEMXER

[heroicintention-a]

//Multi-muse asks - #1, 4, 9, 12, 18, 22 and 23

ASKS FOR PEOPLE WITH A MULTIMUSE OR MULTIPLE RP BLOGS

Which muse(s) is/are your favourite(s)?

I love all my children! But I totally have favorites... BY FANDOM THEN! Harry Potter-- Remus Lupin. Detroit-- Connor. DC-- Jason Todd. Twilight-- Bree Tanner. Dream Daddy-- Mary Christiansen. The Walking Dead-- Lizzie Samuels. I will forever throw them at people. 

Name a muse you have written in the past. What was your favourite thing about this muse?

Most of the muses I wrote in the past are actually here but I used to write a lot of fem!lock, and one of my characters was fem!Magnussen who was a complete and utter bitch. Charlotte was exhausting to write, and I would never attempt to write any Magnussen aside from my OCs... and they are also shits let me tell you.

Which of your muses do you most identify with? Why?

Beth Greene. Minus the zombies... I have a good bit in common with her. Even temperament wise.

How many muses are you currently writing?

I have fifty eight children! I add and subtract a bit, but I’m relatively sure the ones I have I’ll be keeping.

Share an opinion you have about multimuse blogs

They’re fucking amazing. You can get a lot done on a multimuse blog, you can do whatever the hell you want! 

List some of your favourite multimuse blogs.

HAPPILY. @noordinaryperson && @multiplechoicepast are two sweet bbys and I love them both because they showed me the light of multimuse. @damntragedy & @afleetingimpressixn & @mirrorofserised & @tooxldtorememxer & @forsaken--lullaby are some I interact with a good bit. @pawprintsonmoonbeams is someone I need to interact with more because they’re sweet af.

And btw it would take my forever to list all the multis I follow, but these are the ones I seem to be bugging the most.

Tag a multimuse blog and write some positivity about them (their blog, their muses, etc.)

*sweats* Only one??? OKAY WELL SINCE @multiplechoicepast SENT THIS!!! Lots of lovely characters, writes like a boss, is the sweetest bean ooc. You like a fandom, J probably has it (it’s great). One of the best people ever. Go love her, you won’t regret it, k?

[youhavesymphonies]

PSA

In order to be active here again I am making a few changes. I am going Private on this blog. I will still accept asks from non-mutuals like an ask blog so anyone can still interact with Walter. Memes/Threads and such will be for mutuals only now. 

I also will be starting fresh with threads for the most part. I will keep a few of them and will link them below. If you don’t wish to continue one of these and would rather start something new just let mew know so I don’t waste the effort of replying :P Additionally if there is a thread you really want to continue just let me know and we will. 

@kiantrev x     @lovelornrocketscientist x    @tooxldtorememxer x   @daniels-b-captain x   @theirvoices x   @creati0nism x    @letthemdespair x    @lucky--star x    @fasciinating x   @aliencovenantmuses x  

[iomadachd]

@tooxldtorememxer asked: that was a brilliant performance. ( popia @ dew )

COMPLIMENTS AND PRAISE PROMPTS (accepting)

The praise never quite fails to knock him entirely off-kilter. For a brief, radiant moment, Dew loses all the spit and vinegar he's known for and just preens.

To be called brilliant by his Papa is no small feat, because it's Dew, and he's constantly striving for perfection, desperate for it in every movement of his fingers, every step on stage, and every interaction with the rest of the band.

He rises and falls on the balls of his feet, nearly a bounce, tail swaying behind him happily, betraying everything he never lets his face show.

Gripping the neck of his guitar just a little tighter, he smiles. It's far too many teeth, but it's genuine instead of threatening.

"Naturally, Papa. It's required to back a brilliant singer, yeah?"

[adversityfought-a]

-`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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[adversityfought-a]

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

→   ‘Touch Me’ ( from Karl )

(  Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so let my muse tell you how they feel/what they think of you through touch!  |  Send ‘Touch Me’ to find out how my muse feels about yours! 🗂  )

Strange to be put right on the spot like this, but... no better time then the present to clear the air, even if it was through a dumb game.  Sharp eyes flicker up, meeting the others as they peer back at him expectantly. Curious as ever, yet shining in something undeniably amused, wondering if Chris would entertain the idea or shrug it off  &  refuse to play. 

Maybe it's his old youthful defiance playfully reigniting again, if only out of the petty want to turn the tables  &  catch the other man off guard  -  he couldn't say, but... he'll gladly take it  &  roll with it. He never was one to back down from a challenge.

Swallowing down the last of his concerns, any lingering discrepancies that rise in the stretched silence spanning the space between, Chris walks in closer, chin angling up as a mirroring look of cheekiness come to cross his features. Years seemingly shed from his frame as he drops the seriousness that seemingly clung to him like smoke, content to just exist  &  play along as he raises a hand to brush warmed skin along Karl's cheek. 

Gently, a bare thumb rubs at a smudge of oil near the raised ridge of a scar lining his cheek, clearing it away with ease.

It moves then, continuing along until it's slowly running through greyed locks of smoke-tinged argent. Taking his time to comb his hand in further, he's almost surprised he's allowed to continue, a quiet laugh leaving him as he draws his hand back to repeat the motion once more. 

He meets the others stare with a quirk of his lips, his other free hand moving to grab at a shoulder, hesitant at first before it clamps down a bit more firmly. The bump of his leg against the engineers own is light, the shift of a knee against his, the brushing of a thigh as Chris's hand shifts lower, resting bolding on Karl's hip. Content to let it linger, he grows more confident, not being shoved to stop or given any indication it was unpleasant  -  he continues. 

Reaching down from where his hand had been combing through thick waves, the operative gathers the nearest hand in his, lifting it up to his face  &  pausing to study the limb in his. Weathered hands, worn with tiny scars nicked here  &  there, warmth bleeds into his own from where he holds, turning it a bit in place as hazel sights flit up to catch on the elder of the pairs own, lips losing their sharpened edge to something notably more fond. Sappy almost, but smug in their intent. 

Bringing it up closer, there's a light brush of lips along cigar-scented knuckles. The gesture is an overly cheesy one, romantic in nature, not something he'd ever think himself capable of doing in earnest with someone else, yet here, even if it's under the false guise of a joke, he does it with honest intentions. He let's the chaste kiss linger, curious eyes keeping themselves pinned on Karl's own a few moments longer before he draws away, still keeping it clutched in his as the edges of his eyes crinkle in mirth. 

The arch of his brow invites further questions, dares the other to speak further. His answer was clear enough, he feels. 

                                                  ❝ Well? There you go. ❞

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[adversityfought-a]

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

→   (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) ( karl for chris (: )

He might've been reckless - but he didn't exactly account for the enemies he'd be up against this time around.  Mission had gone by smoothly, injuries aside, but he was proud to say that his team had made it out relatively unscathed. A little battered  &  bruised, but it'd been clean aside from those few missteps.

For that reason alone, he'd been assigned back to guard duty, a task he hardly seen as such anymore. Fine by him  -  he could rest easy for a bit before he'd be shipped off somewhere else following his full recovery. Unfortunately  -  he hadn't accounted for the other to catch sight or even make note of the minor shift in how Chris carried himself. How slowly he moved.

Hardly a thing he noticed himself  -  it caught him off guard  &  by surprise to know the other had known him well enough to catch the small things.

Before he can even think to tease him for mother-henning  -  there's a sharp, specific look that Karl shoots him that stops that thought well in it's tracks before his mouth can open. He abides by it, brows coming to a light furrow as his smile remains in place if a little softer, eyes gauging the situation as well as Karl's own visible emotions.

Before he can think to act or speak to try  &  muscle his way through to a much more comfortable conversation  -  the other comes in close, crossing the short distance to firmly grab at his shoulders, keeping him in place as before they resume their light pat.

He wears a large coat, fur lining the collar, bulky for the chilled season, but it's loose  -  enough to hide the bandaged parts of his torso  &  shoulder, the gauze protruding in a hardly noticeable bump between the tender part of his collar bones edge  &  where his arm  &  torso connected. Had it been the opposite side, just a bit lower, he might've taken a literal bullet to the heart, but evidently, he had his usual brand of fucked luck on his side.

To him, it was no big deal  -  just another injury, another scar to add to the collection, the relief being more palpable to Chris as he knows that his rushed initiative to dart into the crossfire to shield one of his men was what had saved his life. Before he can try to explain further, there's a small feeling, one like ice dripping down his spine that prevents him from bothering.

A hand stops right over where the gauze pad lie beneath the layers of his coat, his shirt, tensing slightly above the material, prompting a faint wince at the pressure. It eases up, apologetic, but the worry stings at his senses now like smoke.

                                                  ❝ You want to check? ❞

The tugging at the edge of his coat is what encourages him to finally speak, already moving to gently maneuver his coat from his shoulders without straining too much. Karl helps as much as he's able to, but Chris can't get a good read even when he's so close on what he's feeling, what his thoughts are, especially when he's donning his usual glasses in the dim lighting of his home.

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