Brows Raise As She Shovels A Fork Full Of Food Into Her Mouth. Holly Stops Mid Chew To Stare At Her

                Brows    raise    as    she    shovels    a    fork    full    of    food    into    her    mouth.    Holly    stops    mid    chew    to    stare    at    her    neighbor    once    more.    A    moment    later    she    continues    chomping    down    and    leans    back,    and    exhale    escaping    from    her    nostrils.

                "    I'll    only    say    it    cause    it's    you-    anyone    else    and    I'd    lose    my    job    over    it.    "    She's    expendable.    He    is    not.    "    Fine.    Absolutely    just    fine.    "

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬  𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡  𝗧𝗢  𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧  𝗔  𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡,  and  upon  seeing  one,  almost  comedic  even,  fate  forges  a  smile  —  indistinguishable  from  what  could  be  a  real  one.

in  fact,  there  was  nothing  between  her  and  the  sergeant  except  for  countless  rumors  fate  had  not  yet  found  the  source  of.  it  was  still  funny  to  continue  toying  with  the  subject,  saying  things  like  that  in  the  middle  of  a  mess  hall  for  the  curious  ears  to  hear.

❝  just  a  joke.  ❞  the  younger  lowers  her  tone  of  voice.  ❝  speaking  of  dicks,  how's  könig?  ❞

@misshclly  for  holly  byrne.

@dxsole asked: ‘ i wanna get nails that i can become catwoman with . i wanna like … fight crime with them . you know what i mean ? … catwoman ! ’ // from Didi and she's not even drunk, she's just passionate about cats and fighting

                "    You    gotta    be    in    shape    to    fight    crime,    you    know    that    right    ??    "    Brows    raise    as    he    watches    her.    He    really    needs    to    think    before    he    opens    up    his    damn    mouth.

                "    Glad    you're    passionate    about    that    though.    You    want    my    card    ??    Go    get    your    nails    done,    sweetheart.    "  

@dxsole asked: “So, I was thinking if we’re going to have dinner alone, we could have it alone together.” // form Didi! She gotta,,,cook for him so he can se what she's learned jfvbdj

                Nick    nods,    looking    up    from    the    piece    of    paper    in    his    hand.    Usually    his    nights    are    spent    alone    anyways,    with    a    bottle    of    whiskey    in    his    hand...    after    he's    kicked    out    the    person    he's    brought    home.    Half    the    time    it's    just    cocaine    for    dinner.

                "    Sure.    Use    whatever    I    got.    "    It's    not    much,    really.    His    fridge    is    probably    never    full    of    actual    food.    "    Lemme    know    if    you    need    somethin'    else,    guess    we    could    order    it.    Or    take    a    little    field    trip.    "

                Legs    spread,    hands    rest    between    them    as    digits    grip    at    the    cold    can.    The    sweat    from    the    metal    coated    his    skin.    He    hears    her    rummaging    around,    hopefully    she    settles    on    something    she    won't    complain    about.    He's    about    two    seconds    away    from    giving    her    his    black    card    and    telling    her    to    get    out    of    his    hair.    She'd    fucking    love    that,    wouldn't    she    ??

                As    he's    lost    in    thought,    legs    suddenly    nudge    against    his    hands,    and    he    lifts    them    to    make    way    for    the    slender    apendages.

                The    inquiry    has    him    cocking    a    brow,    lip    curling    up    as    he    inhales.    He    pulls    his    mouth    into    a    tight    line    shortly    there    after.    He    can't    help    but    to    swallow    as    his    fingers    find    a    thread    at    the    seem    of    her    pants.

                "    No.    "    He    says.    Short,    sweet,    to    the    point.    He    can't    go    around    telling    his    business    to    everyone.    Hell,    Holly    doesn't    even    know.

"Well, Jim Jones can go to hell." She doesn't know who Jim Jones is and she doesn't want to know. Not if his idea of a good time was apparently drinking this swill.

Unlike Nick, Didi had been brought up with the finer things. She had an expensive palette, courtesy of her father and his vintage wine collection and his delicacies and his grand furnishings. Thinking back on it, some of those bottles were worth more than her life, she's sure of it. "Oh, you're so sentimental." Didi coos, nose still a bit wrinkled as that sour taste lingered on her tongue. "I was born to be luxurious; silk, pearls, aged rum, La Perla—"

Expensive shit was promising. She's confident she could put something together with whatever she can scavenge...or at the very least there could be a nice bottle of bourbon she can curl up with in there.

He pats her reassuredly and that earns him a smile. It truly didn't take much to make her happy— making shopping lists was one of her favorite pastimes, after all. "Hm, good. I don't need much," She needed a full bar. "just the essentials, hm."

She slips out of her perch to rummage through the cupboard. It takes her some time, settling on just the right glass, pouring out the preferred tequila she did find, and grabbing the near-empty carton of orange juice she had left in the fridge (she liked making breakfast and you can't have morning mimosas without it) to mix. Now with something a little more refreshing, she focuses on the task at hand.

"Hm, you know, you're going to have to tell me what else you do aside pay my way, drink awful beer, and sit around being all sexy and brooding all day." She settles herself by his side this time, stretching her legs out over his lap. She thinks it might make him more willing to talk if he's got something pretty to look at. "As grateful as I am, it's all a little mysterious, hm."

                “    Y’    don’t    get    it,    do    you    ??    “    Brows    furrow    as    a    smile    presses    to    perfectly    painted    lips.    It’s    odd,    having    to    crane    her    neck    up,    just    to    meet    his    eyes.    That’ll    take    some    getting    used    to.

                The    support    this    woman    has    for    her    man    is    just    as    strong    as    the    faith    she    carries    around    her    neck.    Concern    crossed    her    mind    the    moment    she    learned    of    his    acceptance    into    boot    camp-    god    she    loves    him    but    he’s    thin    and    frail…    he    wouldn’t    last    a    day.    But    of    course    she    wanted    what    Steve    wanted…    and    Holly    was    happy    that    he    got    it.

                “    You    could    have    three    legs    and    no    arms    and    I’d    still    love    you.    “

                It    was    a    shock,    to    see    him    like    this.    Taller,    more    muscles,    looking    like    one    of    those    pictures    her    mother    had    hidden    under    her    bed…    and    even    though    the    outside    had    changed,    without    a    doubt    she    knew    the    inside    was    still    the    same.    A    heart    too    big    for    his    small    chest.    The    same    heroic,    brave    man    she    knew    him    to    be.    The    biggest    heart    anyone    could    have    asked    for.    Hell,    even    her    grandmother    loved    him.    ’A    little    skinny    but    we’ll    fatten    him    up’    she    had    said.

                There    was    a    reason    she    had    fallen    for    Steve    and    not    his    friend,    who    gets    all    the    women,    mind    you,    Bucky.    He    was    patient,    took    his    time    with    her.    He    didn’t    expect    anything    of    her…    and    it    made    her    love    him    all    the    more.

                The    smile    falters,    however.    The    realization    of    war    dawns    on    her.    But    he    got    what    he    wanted…    she    should    be    happy.

                “    I’m    not    scared    of    what    they    did    to    you.    But    I    am    scared    of    what    war    will    do    to    you.    Regardless.    I    will    always    love    that    guy    who    was    as    small    as    I    was.    I    know    he’s    still    here.    ”    She    pauses    a    moment,    inhaling    a    thought.    “    I    don’t    think    he’ll    ever    go    away.    “

@thehollyverse (holly) said: 'i loved you the way that you were'

he towers over her now. things had changed so much in only a few days time, & the words strike a nerve he wasn't expecting. regret overtakes him a moment, blue eyes squeezing shut — tries to remember WHY he did this, why he needed to do this. even as their fingers lace together, his heart feels like it's beating out of his chest [ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 ] & despite his new appearance, he's still just that kid that never even had a girlfriend before holly. choking down whatever insecurities try to come to the surface, steve only offers a half smile, eyes finally meeting hers again. ❛ . . . 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜

why is he apologizing? isn't this what he always wanted? to be in the army, making a difference? so why does he feel so guilty — ❛ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐢 . . . ❜ he feels like he's back to talking to her for the first time, as if they hadn't spent the last couple years head over heels in love. no words seem to wanna come out, & he finds himself wishing bucky was here to guide him on what to say like he was when they first met holly. instead, he can only take her hand that's still entwined with his, pressing it to his chest so she can feel his heartbeat. he's still the same guy she fell for. ❛ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? ❜ he wouldn't be able to handle it if she said no.

@godsdefied asked: [ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. / halsin & holly

                Every    day    there's    uncertainty    for    whether    or    not    they'll    even    live.    Waiting    for    these    damn    tadpoles    worming    about    in    their    brain    to    force    a    tentacle    growth    spurt,    or    someone    praising    the    absolutely    to    come    slaughter    them    in    their    sleep.    It's    moments    like    there    that    she    treasures.    And    if    it    weren't    for    that    tadpole,    would    Holly    have    even    met    Halsin    ??

                The    hug    is    most    welcome,    especially    in    a    time    of    uncertainty,    anxiety    and    fear.    It's    calming...    his    arms    (    at    their    widest    quite    possibly    larger    than    her    head    )    enveloping    her    into    a    warm    embrace.    Her    own    arms    wrap    around    his    torso.    The    bard    presses    a    small,    chaste    kiss    to    his    clothed    chest.    Not    a    moment    later    she    presses    her    cheek    to    him,    sighing    happily.