When Is The Last Time You Ate? (Killian To Agent Flame/Agent!Cindy; Noticing Trauma Sentence Starters)

“When is the last time you ate?” (Killian to Agent Flame/Agent!Cindy; noticing trauma sentence starters)

“What ” came the snap back of a response which indicated...there indeed has been some time

Her movements were still perfect, although the for how long very much lingered in the back of her mind. What possessed the criminal to ask such question, almost as if he was...concerned for her wellbeing.

“Difficult to keep track. Not like I can pause a chase or stealth mission for a snack at KFC.” the agent answered anyway with a shrug

“There was one time, at a gas station when I was filling my motorbike. I wanted to buy a sandwich and the kid pulled a gun on the cashier. Fucker was so fast that I chased him through half of the down before dragging his ass to the police station. He's probably getting an earful from his mother now. Idiot shithead held the bloody pistol sideways of course.” as Cindy recalled the events, that happened...a long time ago. And she was already famished by then. Oh.

“Why,” a more pleasant lilt of her voice, accompanied by a slight smirk “are you perhaps inviting me for dinner?”

“Is that the same ‘King of Hell’ who climbed, fell down a tree and died?”

injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

I knew Halestorm would rise out of the pandemic strong but this. this is. WOAH

cw: flashing lights

A small hitch of breath at the gentle action, her own fingers curling slightly tighter around his, as if afraid of losing him. Time seemed to stop, pain and anguish vanished when she was with him.

At the soft words Cindy slowly increased the contact, her yearning an unquenchable desert and he was the gentle rain she was waiting for all of her life.

“You are perfect.” shimmering jade gazed up to the gargoyle demon with softly crackling fire

She wasn't aware what possessed her to say it, not that it was a lie, no only the truth. It just...felt right to vocalize that thought.

@phoenixborn​ said: For Erebus 🥲

Warm hand slipped into his wordlessly at first, marveling at the smooth contrast of ashen skin and disguised starlight.

“I…uh wanted to be close” came the explanation of her action with a blush and nervous smile; how she craved contact, to be touched was almost maddening

He’s taken aback by the unexpected contact. It’s obvious that he’s not used to such…tender gestures. Still, he subconsciously ran his thumb over Cindy’s hand, savoring her warm, soft skin.

Erebus couldn’t help but think how good it felt from such a simply touch. How he craved it so as well. And how it felt so right with Cindy.

The beginnings of a smile tug at his lips. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, sweetheart.” He murmured, interlocking his fingers together with her own.

Can you fight God?

“I mean technically...close to it.”

“And I'm sure Erebus wouldn't object it~”