Her father had just gotten home. She knew that because he was still wearing his dress blues, and his hat. He looked older than he usually did, and that scared her. Her father was supposed to be strong and tough, not weak. She wrapped her thin arms around his waist and clung to him, burying her face in his uniform. “I love you, daddy." She whispered, her tiny voice almost getting lost in his clothing.
those relationships between characters where when one of them dies the other just completely loses themselves and is so angry and starts taking unnecessary risks and getting sloppy and careless when it comes to keeping out of danger and staying safe more like haha. why. haha why do that. haha why. why
Green: 8 facts about my body
“Oh gods. How the hell am I supposed to come up with eight? One, I have two tattoos. Two, I once dyed my hair a dark red, but I preferred the original dark brown. Three, my pinkies are slightly crooked. Four, I used to have a gap between my front teeth. Five, I don’t have my wisdom teeth. Six, I have some hair on my big toes. Seven, I… Um… I- shit. I used to have a lot of scarring on my left ribs. And eight I… uhn… I’m really flexible?”
White: 3 facts about my personality.
“I’m a sarcastic, stubborn geek. Does that count as three things?"
☻:three things that make my muse sad
- when she hears the old country songs her father used to listen to
- pictures of Cape Breton
- the tattoo on her forearm (you are more.) as they were the last words Alex said to her
Flames licked at her skin, searing her flesh in permanent marks. She didn’t care. All that mattered was getting these people to safety. Later she could sit down and stare aimlessly at the scars and burns on her arms and wonder what the hell had encouraged her to join the military.
In front of her one of the buildings burned, it’s structure beginning to collapse in on itself as the flames licked at the sky. Inside she could hear the screams and please of the people she hadn’t managed to save, the people who mattered most to her. She could hear Alex’s scream above the rest, and her heart threatened to give out on her.
Alex. The one person in the galaxy who saw her for more than she was. The person who managed to see past the scars she had gained during her time in the gangs, managed to see part the records and harsh words. The man who loved her for herself and not for the scars that lined her body.
Clutching her gun tightly she sighed before turning to the civilians. “We have to barricade ourselves in. We want to funnel them down towards our position so that they’re easier to take out. Does anyone know of an area we can place our wounded?”
Hands went up throughout the group and Juliette bit back a noise of frustration. She’d had to deal with this quickly and carefully if she didn’t want to lose the rest of the civilians. Right now these lives were depending on her, even as they watched the building fall apart and listened to the screams of those trapped.
“Let’s move out.” She murmured quietly, bringing her gun up and lifting her chin.
Alex’s screams continued as she lead the people away from the building, and she closed her eyes for a moment, and locked the scream away. She’d carry that scream with her forever. Even if she forgot his face, or the way his voice sounded in the morning when she woke up next to him, she’d never forget the way his scream sounded above the roar of flames.
“Oi! Charlie Boy!”
The nickname continued to hurt even after she graduated from training. It raked it’s claws down her heart and tore the already fragile muscle a little more. It continued to remind her of her father, and the way he had looked the night he had died, blood pouring from the gunshot, his face pale and white.
She never stopped to tell anyone about that memory. Never told them why she flinched every time she heard those words. All they knew was that the tough as nails cadet flinched when people called her Charlie Boy. And they tortured her with it.
“Get dressed, Charlie Boy!”
“Do you think you’re fucking invincible, Charlie Boy?!”
She had felt sentimental the day she had gotten her father’s nickname tattooed to her shoulder. Pride had sparked to life when she had taken a shower without her bandage for the first time and someone had asked about it. Had loved feeling her father so close to her for the first time in years.
The other cadet’s blood was running down her curled fingers, sinking into the cracks of her fist. She stared down at it, disgust rising in her chest as she stared at the blood. The boy gasped for air beneath her, his hands cupping his bloody nose. His breathing brought back the memories of her father, and she collapsed to the ground.
And then her instructor called her Charlie Boy, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder.
And she had snapped.
“My left side and my left arm. I used to have a lot of scarring there and whenever people touched me there it was… triggering I guess is the proper word for it. Now it’s not so bad, but it sometimes takes me by surprise and I’ll flinch away. Not that I mean to…”
SEND ME “BLACK BIRD” FOR A DARKER MEMORY OF MY MUSE’S PAST
He stood in front of her, his face dark with rage. She fought to keep the victorious smile off of her face, and failed. He threw the first punch. His fist connected with the bottom of her jaw, and she heard a faint snap. Her fingers curled around each other and she pulled her arm back. Three seconds later he was on the ground and she was on top of him.
Her fist connected with his face over and over. Blood trailed down his face from the nose she had broken and the cuts her nails had accidentally left on him. People were watching. She couldn’t care less. He had hit her for out shooting him. Had sneered at her because she was a woman and could out shoot him. Had hated her because she was better than him and yet lower than the dirt beneath his feet.
She heard the squad leader in the distance telling her to stop, but her fist continued to connect with his face over and over. She felt hands grab her beneath her arms and pull her away, and she slumped against them. All fight left her body, and she glowered at the other cadet as he was helped to his feet. The damage she had done to him was great, and she doubted he’d ever look as handsome as he used to.
“Shepard. Get your ass to the officer’s tent. I want to speak with you." She looked up at her CO and nodded, her jaw pounding with pain. Without turning to look at Alex she stalked her way out of barracks.
SEND ME “BLACK BIRD” FOR A DARKER MEMORY OF MY MUSE’S PAST
[Juliette’s father, a military man. It’s his nickname she has tattooed to her left shoulder, and where she got the nickname ‘Charlie Boy’ from. From her father she gets her grey eyes, dark hair and big 'ole ears.
I really need to get a better drawing program than microsoft paint. :P ]
The commander tilted her head to the side and stared at the ground, her eyes fixed purposefully on a small speck of dirt on the otherwise immaculate floor. “Change my path? As in be anywhere but here right now?" She whispered, her voice slightly unsteady. "There’s… There’s so much I’d change. So much I’d ask- and do- differently. I would have gone down to my father earlier. Maybe I woudd have saved him. I wouldn’t have had to run home from school the day I was taken. I wouldn’t have… I would have done everything past the point my mother left differently.”
Send me “black bird” for a darker memory of my muse’s past
She could smell the burning wood, could taste the smoke on her tongue. Around her the gang pushed and shoved trying to get to the loot. Her hand tightened around her gun and she scowled at the mess in front of her. She hated this place. hated the things she had to do for the people around her, hated the monster she had become for them.
Kai stood beside her, and she turned to her friend and blinked. At least her friend stood beside her, and not someone else. Looking away she looked back over the mess of people scrounging, listened to the laughter and cheers running through the group. She had done this. She had done what they asked for.
She was a murderer.
Letting go of the gun she turned on her heel and walked towards the nearest exit, tears burning her eyes. Twelve people. She had murdered twelve people because the gang leader had asked her to. She had gone in alone, and done it all herself. Nausea and regret collided together in her stomach and as she left the building she turned immediately to the right and ducked into an alley. She heard Kai behind her, felt her friend’s reassuring touch on her shoulder as she vomited.
When she stopped she stood up, her shoulders thrown back. “Kai…”
“Jules.”
“We need to leave." Her friend said nothing, and she turned to stare at her, tears running down her cheeks. She rubbed her hands against her shirt as she continued, "We’re becoming more like them every day Kai. I just killed twelve people. We can’t stay here. Not anymore. We have to leave before we lose ourselves. Before we become monsters…”
Send me “black bird” for a darker memory of my muse’s past
Her father had just gotten home. She knew that because he was still wearing his dress blues, and his hat. He looked older than he usually did, and that scared her. Her father was supposed to be strong and tough, not weak. She wrapped her thin arms around his waist and clung to him, burying her face in his uniform. “I love you, daddy.” She whispered, her tiny voice almost getting lost in his clothing.
⏀ describe their usual smile
[Her smile tends to be the very opposite of shy, and she tends to show it to anyone she thinks needs one. It usually starts off slowly, and tends to be lopsided with a small amount of teeth showing. The longer she smiles the bigger it grows and the more teeth you shows.]
❤ describe how they show affection.
[She rarely says I love you; however, she tends to show her affection in small ways. Like leaving notes for her significant other or making breakfast or doing something that she never does to make her significant other’s day easier.]
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
[Juliette’s hair actually goes grey slowly. It goes strand by strand, and when it’s finally done changing it’s actually a soft mixture of white and grey.]
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
“I have done my best, and now we can only pray that my best is good enough for the rest of the galaxy.”