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bruised & battered to the bone . the tender skin never showing it’s hidden shades of purple scattered throughout the body . she knew how to take a hit . a strong willed woman with a hunger for green . GREED HAS SUNKEN IT’S HOOKS IN HER . sly fox knew how to get under skin & twist it until they suddenly had string attached to their limbs for his amusement . cunning boy & we wouldn’t have him any other way . brow raises seeing her enter the gym . 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , gadiel can only hope she’s serious about this job . a born fighter , but does she have control ? he had the money , but only someone deserving would get that . ❝ YOU’RE LATE. ❞
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the day of ur birth?? happy birth !!!! 💓❤️💗
the day of my birth! thank you muchly! 💖
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“No need. I can handle this alone.”
he’s utterly out of his element. like a damn fish out of water. but that’s nothing new for him these days and despite his adamant assertion of leaving the clandestine to his team members. all who were more equipped for tangling covert operations. i’m a soldier, not a spy, fallen on deaf ears. he’ll repeat that line until he’s blue in the face and it still won’t mean nothing to these folks. sam finds himself front and center in some new breed of spy shit for the wakandan nation. he agrees. despite his own prickling of nerves and uncertainty that’s so hard to shake off, somehow he does so anyway. without hesitation. reminds himself that it’s a rescue mission like so many others he’s thrown himself into during his time overseas. diving into combative environments with the knowledge that he could die out there forever prevalent in his head. but doing so because he had to do. because he wanted to.
he agrees before he realizes he even opened his mouth to accept. then again, he can’t quite say no with the images of that demolished building in lagos playing through his head. her people. ‘ i don’t doubt that. ’ and the nonchalant grin stands as a stark contrasts to his own turmoil. the ease in his voice gives nothing away. ‘ but i’m still gunna help. this ain’t a debate, ‘kia. ’
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‣ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁, @steelbelief ?
the aftermath of this war is none of what he’s expected, and in the daybreak, people are left to pick up the pieces of their bones, trying to prop themselves up with half-spines that do not resemble a shape of their former glory anymore. how would they, when their beloved ones are now ashes, not even corpses are there to bury in their backyards? there’s naught that could’ve been done to prevent this: a snap of the fingers, and they were all gone. deceased does not even cover half of what these beloveds are — it’s more than simply that. there’s no cure for the malady that’s not even visible. there’s no carcass and no casket. he remembers curling himself, hoping to have the earth swallow him whole when he found out about mama, shuri. after okoye disintegrated before him, he could only grasp, practically claw at steve’s arms upon having himself pulled upward in a force too much for him to handle.
he’s always been good at not crying. always been good at not weeping. the capillaries of this country filled with mourners, bereft. he doesn’t show them the inevitable sorrow that clings to his every sinew. he cannot think anymore as he visits his people, many inquiring the presence of their beloved. ( are they coming back? are they coming back? ) are they— he doesn’t know. he’s lost his family, his general. his lover is as clueless as he is, and as broken. when he hears about the presence of nakia after asking about her everywhere, as she’s always been difficult to locate even when he’s assigned tasks for the refugee missions overseas, he practically makes a run towards her. he’s devoid of formalities at this point, stopping short before her, the distance wedged between them not enough to be impersonal. nakia has always meant a lot for him, and he’s almost discombobulated by the fact that she’s here. she’s here, unlike the rest of those whom he’s come to love.
❛ nakia, ❜ his voice is almost a gasp of disbelief as he watches her, ensuring that she’s not just a figment of his imagination. ❛ you’re here. ❜ he swallows, and looks away. eyes watery from the weight of the loss that he’s been bearing. ❛ everyone... everyone is gone, nakia. my mother. shuri... okoye. ❜ hurt is apparent in his voice. ❛ and i could not do anything to save them. he just... disappeared. like that. there’s nothing that i can do to reverse this. ❜ he swallows, still looking down as he doesn’t know how to face her. shame is evident in his tone, as he feels responsible for all this. a fight lost. it’s all because of him, perhaps.
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@steelbelief
❝ so you a fighter huh ? what you box’n shit ? ❞ left brow raises in interest towards her . always looking for more people to throw down , for a price . paying people ... to beat other people up was always entertaining . 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 . we wont lie , the man had many rings of fighters ... who got him money by winning fights . illegal or not ? did it really matter if you made money .
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* EIGHT PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER . REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.
NAME / ALIAS. matias BIRTHDAY. sept. 1. ZODIAC SIGN. virgo. HEIGHT. 5′1. HOBBIES. sleeping . FAVORITE COLORS. black, red , burgundy , blue . FAVORITE BOOKS. uuuuh . LAST SONG LISTENED TO. all me by drake . LAST FILM WATCHED. papillon . INSPIRATION FOR MUSE. uuh caesar from on my block , spooky from on my block ... uh the movie si nombre , uh maybe my cousin ... just a lil bit . DREAM JOB. no clue . MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. trydios = try god . idk why exactly .. i just thought of this guy saying like “try me god” like in a taunting manner and figured eh why not .
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