Something Deep Inside Her Stuttered To A Halt. The Words Sank Like A Stone
something deep inside her stuttered to a halt. the words sank like a stone into a part of her that he inhabited…WOULD ALWAYS INHABIT. even after all this time, even after the wreckage they left behind. and god, there was so much of it. love had always carried a price. back then, it had tasted like urgency, like adrenaline and sweat and the marrow-deep sting of guilt after. whispered nothings between flak jackets, fingers curled tight in the dark, kisses and teeth pressed into skin like they were trying to rewrite the ending before it ever came. war made monsters and martyrs of them both. but frank… frank had always made her feel. too much, too fast and still never enough because she wanted him to live beneath her skin. ❛ you think i want to be the reason you suffer ? ❜ he’d split her open without trying, peeled back every wall she’d ever built and stood there like he didn’t even realize he was holding the pieces of her heart in blood-slick hands.
❛ i need you. ❜ so much that it's caustic, it's worn itself into the fabric of her twisted, brutalized soul. she let her gaze trace the battle map of his body, of all the healing that never took, all the scars she could trace by memory. she remembered every night since knowing him. a call never went unmissed, her door never locked. moments where loving him felt like betraying herself, her thin grasp on morality and fuck— betraying the memory of his family. she stepped closer, until her voice was right near his throat, her palm flat to the ribs that never set right. ❛ i don't know how to love anybody else. i don't know how to even try with anybody else. i'm not slipping away. ❜ her fingers trembled where they touched him, but she didn’t pull back. she couldn’t. ❛ if you're not here, i'm nothing. ❜
his body is a mess of old wounds — scarred over, stitched up, bruised as hell. joints crack, muscles pull tight, and there's a constant throb in his shoulder where the bone never healed right. pain is part of him now, background noise he can fight through. it's the guilt that guts him. the guilt that lingers. just having her near feels like a betrayal all over again. her presence is medicine, yeah — she quiets his mind for a moment, her voice smooths the anger in him, but she's also the wound. a reminder he didn’t just lose his family the day they were murdered. no, he lost them long before that. in the missed dinners, late nights staring at the ceiling with the taste of whiskey and her mouth on him, the cold space between him and the man he used to be.
still wanting her, after everything, is his punishment.
“ tired doesn't matter. ” he lets the words hang in the air. even if he was, even if he could tire himself out from chasing her like a goddamn dog, he wouldn’t walk away. she needs him just as much, even if she doesn't say it out loud. he doesn't do soft. he doesn’t do pretty words. but with her, somehow, it all feels like the one thing worth fighting for. “ i've kept going this long because of you. i’ll be damned if i let you slip away too. ”
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heat curls under her skin, violence biting the edges, like a spark in the air before a storm breaks. his hand was on her, rough and anticipated, fingers clamping around her jaw and tilting her head up like she was something he owned. that's what it was; an ache to be wanted for more than the war in her veins. consumed in a way that suffocates every haunting at her heels. lip curled before her brain could catch up. a smile, slow and cutting, almost sweet in the right light, and he knew better. but the moon cast a shadow, held a spotlight on her. the stuttering of lifted hips interrupted their rhythm; leon catches her before she can torment any further. ❛ did i even stand a chance? ❜ a ragged exhale, amusement flushed as a glow on her cheeks. hand dancing across his chest wraps around his wrist, honey eyes fixated and still taunting in a silent dare. her head tilts, guiding to her throat and pressing into calluses. ❛ you have the stamina for it, don't you? or is age catching up? ❜
it comes from a place she'll never have for herself - CONCERN, sincerity cornering him with tenderness. ❛ take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while. ❜ there with a gentle palm against his chest, a smile that aches. ❛ it's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two. ❜
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rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. / frank @weaponid
an echo of the lock snapped shut, no measure of time between a wordless greeting and their bodies tangled together. his mouth was on hers, rougher at the edges, soaked in silence and too much time apart, every hunger of his met with her own. she doesn't ask where he’s been, doesn’t ask what he’s done. his hands could be drenched in saintly blood, and she'd still lick them clean. the couch creaks beneath them, a mess of tangled limbs and desperate friction. she claws at him, at the layers between them. there’s no finesse, no slow unravel. just the brutal honesty of two people who’ve bled together, burned into one another's souls by the tangle of carnage and war.
his hands are always firm, pressing down and claiming curves with a bruising grip. he smells like gunpowder and warmth, like something feral that’s been living in the dark too long, and she breathes him in like he's her only source of life. her shirt caught, torn and bunched at her waist. mouth breaks against his when he drives into her; no warning, no preamble, just every breath knocked from her lungs. ❛ missed you so fucking much. ❜ it burns in her throat, strangled by the raw truth of her words. the weight of him, the feel of him is more familiar than her own reflection. greed of her hips slithered up, thighs wrapped around a wall of muscle. ❛ harder, frank. that can't be it, common. ❜ she tugs a fistful of dark hair, biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. something to coax every violent thought in his head to the surface so she can swallow it whole.
❛ i don't know why you're telling me. i'm not involved. you made that, very clear. ❜
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ADRIA ARJONA getting ready for the LOS FRIKIS premiere at the Miami Film Festival on April 6th, 2024
Hello, consider this my dynamics, mains, affiliate and all that fun stuff call. there’s a couple shippy things I have brewing in my head but they’re not mandatory and she could use other dynamics as well.
@weaponid
You should go.
This is a bad idea.
If I gave back her dead fiancé tho !?? What then ? It would absolutely be more angst, I know but it would solidify her choice to leave the military cause it was brother, KIA , best friend KIA, fiancée, bombed by American weapons while working for Doctors Without Borders so you know….how mean can I be to her ?
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