tucker:

^{it’s  UNEXPECTED  – the gesture, the words – there’s NO WAY   to  _recall  the  LAST  time someone  _touched  him so  GENTLY , let alone  EMBRACED  him. the  _surprise  manifests in  STIFFENING  spine, halted breathing –  &  then he’s near  MELTING  into it,  _instinct  kicking in. arms wrap  TENTATIVELY    _{( if a bit shyly )}   round torso, forehead pressed to shoulder. a  MOMENT  to breathe, to  RECOVER  chipper facade ;  ❛ it’s –  NO  … . don’t worry about it.❜   wash  MEANS  well enough – tucker  _knows  that much by  NOW .  &  then comes  _silent  laughter,  SUBTLEST  tremble of shoulders   _{( this is all so sentimental ; they’re soldiers for christ’s sake )}   – smile resettles ‘pon features, stepping  OUT  of embrace.   _{(  &  if the sudden cold makes him miss wash’s proximity … well … )}}

      “    i won’t until you look me in the eye and tell me ^{it’ll be okay.}    “ ^{but he won’t let go, it’s too soon, he can’t, he won’t, so he’ll settle for just burying his face in the crook of tucker’s neck, for a soft sigh, and the tension easing out of his frame little by little. there’s a word for this, he thinks, something to call this feeling and something to call tucker, something that he knows he can always look to and always return to. something like a home}. ( ^{do you know, tucker? you’re all i know.} ) ^{tucker’s the first to move, though, and it leaves washington feeling somewhat emptier, but he’ll respect it and move away a beat after him.} “   ^{tell me more about her, about georgia. i love seeing you so   …   excited.}   “ ^{and it won’t quell the smile on his face for a second, not for ever, not ever.} ( ^{you’re all i know, you’re all i know.} )

since i’ve been really too busy to update this blog and threads, like to be mains !! i currently have 2, but i’m always a slut for mains (5/13) so honestly just hmu i’m so down

▛  @agntsouth  ♥ ‘d!   ▟

      “    ‘you ever think about why we’re here ? like   …  ^{on this ship, in the middle of space. fighting a bunch of aliens that we probably didn’t even know existed let’s say a hundred years ago, or   …  five thousand. like, do you ever wonder why we’re here} ?    “

▛  @vaingates ♥ ‘d!   ▟

      “    you know, i never really got clear answers ^{from you while we were talking with the others. you make it seem like we’re all doing this for good, for some kind of purpose, but i’m going to have to agree with grif and the others here. this is risky   …  and i can’t promise you we’ll actually join, but i can promise you this : if you get any of my men hurt, you won’t be alive to tell the tale.}   “

tucker:

^{DEEP  breath pulled into lungs,  _exhaled  slowly through nose – it works to  CALM  erratic beat of heart, but there’s a lingering  SADNESS  still. it’s been  YEARS  since last he heard from her, or she from him ; chances are if she’s  ALIVE  she  _assumes  him to be dead.  &  so the  SMILE  he musters is  P A T H E T I C  in comparison to  _blinding  normalcy –  FAILS  to warm honey brown eyes  &  gives insight into internalized  HEARTBREAK .  ❛ i  KNOW  we are. it’d be  _nice  if someday could fucking come  SOONER , though. this space controversy is bullshit.❜   he’s  TIRED  of being used –  TIRED  of seeing people he  _cares  for hurt –  TIRED  OF  LOSING  PEOPLE . he doesn’t know how much  MORE  his heart can take.}

      his gaze comes to the floor, something feeling ^{like shame washing over him, enveloping him, inciting a trilling noise in the back of his head and a faint voice, the ghost of someone, whispering to him. but he quickly herds it back, shoves it to the farthest corners of his mind      ——–      breathe, ignore it ; as grey always told him. and with arms raising would washington gently, slowly bring tucker into an embrace, the likes of which something he knew he enjoyed.} ( ^{something wash knew he could learn to enjoy, too, if all hugs were with tucker, if all hugs felt like this. so tender, so warm, safe.} ) “    ^{…   i’m sorry. that i   …  brought that up. that was pretty shitty of me in retrospect.}    “ ( ^{because maybe, maybe they both needed to hear a couple “im sorry’s.”} )

me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism???????? what????? 

androxeda:

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tucker:

^{AWED  – if but for a moment – by the  _smile  ; transfixed by the  GRACE  behind shy movements. nearly  MISSING  words spoken like an afterthought   _{( perhaps it’d have been if he hadn’t heard them at all. )}   it  FEELS  as though for a moment his heart  _fails  to  B E A T  –  &  then it’s working  OVERTIME , thudding  _painfully  against his rib cage. it  HADN’T  occurred to him – well, it  HAD , but he’d firmly shoved the mere  notion  of it aside – that she might  NOT  be around anymore ; that much is  OBVIOUS  in the shocked drop of facial features, the minute  _widening  of eyes.  ❛ she …❜   it takes another moment to  FIND  his tongue,  ❛ she is. she’s  GOTTA  be. ❜   desperation of a  STRICKEN  child leaves voice wavering, the  _smooth  silk of words  WRINKLED   &   STAINED .} 

      “    …  she has to be. she sounds like quite the ^{strong lady, she’ll make it through a couple more years until we can get back to earth.}    “ ^{it was a stupid question, an idiotic move on his part, meant to be retracted and rerouted before said, but it was already too late. the beam on tucker’s face had faltered, had withered and dried and left washington mentally cursing himself in every way he could have. he wouldn’t want to hold on to hope, hope has abandoned him in times when he needed it the most        ——–      but oh, he’s so desperate, much so longing to feel the warmth and see the smile once more back upon tucker’s face. so he’ll backtrack, reroute, and find another approach. find another hope.} “    ^{we’re going back to earth someday.}    “

tucker:

^{MISCHIEVOUS  curve of lip bears  _promise  of  TROUBLE  sure to come – there is the  DESPERATE  urge to tease former freelancer, if only to watch his mouth turn  _downwards  in an expression that  SHOULDN’T  be attractive   _{( yet somehow, infuriatingly, is. )}   he  RESISTS , however, just this  O N C E  ; it’s rare that wash verbally expresses  ANY  desire to get to know them  BEYOND  their abilities – if it’ll put off morning  TRAINING  a little longer, tucker  _doesn’t  mind  OBLIGING .  ❛  _what  d’you want t’know ? i grew up in perry, georgia. you’ve probably  NEVER  heard of it – it’s  _small  as fuck. only child – just me  &  my mom in this  TINY  apartment above a coin - op laundromat.❜   mischief slips into something  WISTFUL  –  _reminiscent , a sad flicker  WARPING  features for but a moment.}

      “   georgia, huh   …   interesting.   “ ( he still never ^{learned what had happened to that freelancer, it intrigued him     ——-}     ) ^{but there’s a certain twinkle to his eyes now, one to match with tucker, one ignited by tucker, one never really quite there before. there’s something enchanting about him, something about the way that he makes washington’s very being seem to buzz with something akin to excitement with every touch, every word. it’s certainly a feeling he hadn’t felt in years.} “    ^{i’d bet your laundry was always done then, huh} ? ^{that seems actually pretty convenient.}    “ ^{and there’s a smile quirking itself ‘pon his lips, a duck of his head,} ( ^{was he suddenly bashful} ? ) ^{and a hand ascending to cup the back of his neck.} “   ^{do you know if she’s   …   still around} ? ^{or still on earth} ?    “

▛  @aqvcmarine !! ▟

      “    i don’t think you actually ever told me ^{about your life   …   before the military. you mentioned your mom before, and while meeting her would be an absolute pleasure, i can’t help but find myself just a bit curious.}    “ ^{but his voice is void of sarcasm, any kind of dry wit that normally prettily decorated it with a cock of an eyebrow ; yet any of it was absent. he wished to map any part of tucker out and memorize it all, neatly store it away in banks and save it for a rainy day, to learn and know all there was to him.}