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.
❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞ @pittmade
jack says it so simply, so matter of fact as if reading from an un-refuted diagnosis and for a split second, SHE FORGETS HOW TO BREATHE. she takes a small step toward him, enough for the edges of her exhaustion to melt into something else. she reaches out, fingertips grazing the hem of his scrubs like she’s grounding herself. tense shoulders melting down, well into a shift that dragged on too long and left too many ghosts behind. she should be immune to tenderness by now in this environment but if anything, gloria indulges more. ❛ yeah, i couldn't sleep before shift. ❜ she admits, voice barely above the hum of the fluorescents and break of morning light through the automatic doors.
she's cradled a coffee that's been re-heated half a dozen times that night alone in her other hand. her frame titled, leaning against the counter but more into him as subtle as could be mustered for their proximity. there's no struggle to find his gaze, it's already on her, already poking at the faint hue of pink adorning her cheeks. gloria didn't blush but she does for him. she smiles then, the kind that blooms slow and steady like something she didn’t think could grow anymore. ❛ you know, i'm getting tired of packing a bag and...you always make coffee better than mine. ❜ it's a flash of movement so subtle that any wandering eyes wouldn't thinks twice of the rogue kiss to his stubbled jaw. she lingers with weariness and the reflection of stars hung around him in her honey eyes. ❛ from a scientific perspective, it seems that the only probable conclusion here is to eliminate sleeping apart. ❜
she watches him, watches the way his hand doesn’t reach. how it lingers in the air like an OFFERING, not a DEMAND. that’s it, isn’t it? he doesn’t take. he waits.
❛ funny thing about wounds. ❜ voice low and measured. each word turning over in her chest before it makes its way to her lips. ❛ they don’t scare me when they’re fresh. that’s the clean part, body’s in shock, adrenaline’s high—you just move. ❜ her hand finds his with the sureness of a decision she won’t unmake, even if it ruins her. grasped too eagerly, entwined too tightly.
a flash of recognition. in the same way those horrors play on a loop when her body wants to find rest, shiny snippets of lived-in carnage. ❛ it’s what happens after that haunts you. when you start making room for the pain and working around it...pretending it's not shaping every goddamn step you take. ❜
his invading scent almost clouds every rational instinct. now, it mingles with warmth and the taste of floral amber on her skin. honey and irreparable damage hasn't left his gaze, but she smiles like a ghost looking down on a life she couldn't have. gloria has forgotten how to want anything for herself. it's too selfish, too indulgent. she shrugs and it brings her even closer. watching his lips, his jaw, their tanged hands, anything else to lessen the blow of unravelling parts of herself she'd hardly admitted to the mirror.
❛ i was just made to hold other people's damage like it was mine. that's it, billy, the job. ❜ THAT IS HER WORTH.
❛ you say you trust me when i’m trying not to bleed but i don't know how to do anything else. ❜ she's quieter now, words flaying her open piece by piece. ❛ i don’t know what to do with that. i don’t know how to carry this kind of want without running from it. ❜
her thumb moves gently along the line of his palm. ❛ because if or when i love someone, i'm a walking wound that won't stitch shut. ❜
❝ nah. ❞ the word land irrevocably soft. an unabashed verdict handed down between partners instead of a jury. ❝ i trust you most when you're trying not to. ❞
his hand doesn't reach for her own, but it does hover as a palpable presence. if she wanted this contact, she'd find. billy's learned not to ask.
❝ don't be silly. i don’t need to make you bleed to trust you, gloria. ❞ his voice dips lower, but it's not tender—just stripped bare, the way cold nights can feel honest when the war's silenced itself for a breath. ❝ i just need to see how you hold the wound. ❞
he grins foxishly—wolf-mouthed in the dark.
❝ i know you've seen plenty of people hold a wound wrong. ❞ there's a deep glimmer of memories behind his eyes now—sordid, too close, close-quarters horror folded under surgical instinct gone frantic. he blinks then. the visuals and their effects shut down and thrown behind the doors in the dark recesses of his mind.
❝ what happened when you saw it? they panic, right? they clamp down. they tear it open wider. now you got tragedy all over the floor. ❞
he tsk'd, sucking his teeth. he shakes his head.
❝ but you?—❞ he leans in, just enough for her to catch the green apple and vanilla of his cologne, the salt of aftershock in his sweat. ❝ nobody can't tell you shit. you know how to press. how to breathe through it. how to keep your hands steady with someone else's life inside 'em. ❞
❝ that’s how i know. so, if i haven't made myself clear before, I'll say it plainly now: ❞ his voice radiates, warm steel. ❝ i don't want you bleeding, sweetheart. i want to see what you do after. ❞
@medicbled
you call THAT a PLAN ? / tommy kinard @decryptids
it's a look of amplified outrage afforded for the closest of friends. two exist, and ONE STANDS BEFORE HER. ❛ i'll have you know, i blew off a date with my couch and a new documentary for this, so maybe a little decorum. ❜ time was a currency, a luxury she didn't have, but no matter how weary, she held herself up. she's been slacking on this end, maintaining facetimes and the occasional run-in through emergency where they can spare a moment between the chaos to catch up. ❛ and i don't need to get laid. ❜ need and want are two different animals, she's only half lying there; a want and a need.
❛ do you just need me to keep you from making a terrible mistake again? cause i can rally for that. ❜ she teases, a shoulder nudging tommy as she brushes past him in the kitchen. a smile perked up tired honey eyes, wine glass half empty. ❛ you know, you could have just started with what you wanted to do. typical fucking pilot. ❜ she snickers.
I'm sorry you got pulled back into this.
DAREDEVIL — 1.11 "The Path of the Righteous"
❛ i could have been easier on you. ❜ admittance turned over, softly spun by the same bedside manner she'd developed since her FAREWELL TO ARMS. she shrugs gently and twists around in the exam room, prepping her station for sutures. concern knits her brows, a thousand questions hiding, but nothing said. what bar? how far his mouth ran before the fist hit? how many punches he got in?
lyrical sc//@frthestars ( bradley )
@medicbled - gloria de lima. combat medic, mercenary, occasional emergency medicine doctor verse pending. @docmohan - doctor samira mohan of max's the pitt. canon & hc driven. @sweets1n - roxana flores. stripper/burlesque dancer, rockabilly baby, religious trauma and heart of pure gold and peach cobbler. @enduredshe - emersyn thompson varela. trafficking survivor, social worker, vigilante and hacker.
Said you need some extra magic today, you can boop the snoot under the cut!
Rico says stay hydrated, take breaks and get yourself a sweet treat