⠀
( clicks the lighter shut, rolls it once between his fingers before it disappears into a pocket. the look he gives the soldier has a dry edge to it, almost amused. ). 𖬺̼͟͟𖬺͟.
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⠀
(⠀he lets the feeling settle. the little that's good and left of it. his lips press together, as if trying to hold the taste of the kiss a moment longer.⠀)
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⠀
( his gaze settles on roach properly now——- unhurried, like he's got all night and nowhere better. something warm and tired behind it. the hand on his back stills, just resting there. )
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᵐʷ⁴۫ ⠀⠀⠀❝ ׅ⠀𝓢𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚂.
⠀
⠀𝓸rders ׂ 𓈒 are given
⠀out loud . loyalty ——--
⠀in 𝓼ᶦ͟ᶫ͟ᵉ͟ᶰ͟ᶜ͟ᵉ͟ .
⠀
⠀
( rolls the unlit cigarette once more, then tucks it back into the pack——-- decided against it. )
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‘⠀⠀then we make it enough. not the same as getting a home. but it's ours.
⠀
⠀
( glances over, then flicks the lighter and holds the flame out steady, cupped against the wind. )
⠀
‘⠀⠀don't make a habit of it.
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⠀
( ⠀arm comes around him easy, hand flattening against his back. chin rests against the top of head, and he lets out a slow breath——-⠀ )
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⠀
( ⠀ a low breath out through his nose at that——-- something quiet and warm behind it. he shifts back against the headboard, making room, then two fingers tap twice against his own chest. an offer. ⠀ )
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⠀
( eyes flick to the cigarette, then to his own pack——- pulls one out, rolls it slow between his fingers, not lighting it yet. )
‘⠀⠀never wanted to be. normal's for people who get to go home after.
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⠀
( tips his head at that, watching the smoke curl. something almost amused under the mask. )
‘⠀⠀normal's just a word people use when they've stopped counting the bodies. doesn't make it less shite.
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