𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺-𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. — call of duty rp | mw i-iii | advanced warfare.— crossover friendly.— mdni.— a muse of #sister.

RT @hymnfell: i don’t know what to do with my tenderness.

she takes his arm, walking with him to the vehicle. She wants to get out of here as soon as possible for multiple reasons, the main one being she'd like to talk to him about everything without prying eyes or ears. "How are you feeling?".

She's quick to raise a hand, palm to chest, to gently cut him off. "Don't." Teddy shakes her head. Now isn't the time or the place for this. Besides, it's all water under the bridge in her opinion. But if he wants to talk more about it. He grabs her things for her, and --.

Sitting on the kitchen counter eating lasagna.

working on replies in between packing, bear with me.

another short silence. Rhetorical, mostly, because she's going to ask anyways. "Did you know my mom?". The story she knows is muddled and convoluted, mostly because her dad doesn't like to talk about her mom. Never did.

for her when she was twelve and insisted that she could do it herself, so Teddy doubts it's that. Still, hanging out with him is fun. Maybe that's why she asked; so they can just sit for a while and not have to run, run, run. "Can I ask you a question?" She asks after --.

at least. She's usually tearing a brush through it without a second thought so her head is anything but tender. Still, each quiet 'sorry' that Russ mutters, she happily tells him it's fine. "I'm not sure myself," she replies with a chuckle. Her dad stopped brushing her hair --.

She knows something like asking Russell to brush her hair is unusual, and the silliness of it is not lost on her in the slightest. But she's happy he said yes, so she's seated in front of him, arms wrapped around her knees. Teddy's tougher than she looks. Well, her scalp is, --.

RT @codenameparagon: 🥰🥰

and one to the corner of his mouth, and she'll let him breathe finally. "Мой Вова. Я так по тебе скучала.".

Teddy clings to him for another moment or two before she pulls back only enough to press her lips to his. At the moment, it doesn't matter how they left things. All that matters right now is that Vladimir is alive and in her arms. A few more enthusiastic kisses to his lips, --.

She isn't waiting long. Good thing, because she can get a little paranoid. She spots him almost just when he reaches her, giving her enough time to raise her arms, wrapping them around him just as he wraps his around her. "So are you," she replies with a breathy chuckle. --.

RT @HELLCYCLES:

well hello there 😏

Standing outside the airport, tucked away in a corner mostly out of sight, burner phone in one hand and a suitcase in the other. She's just landed and she's very tired, rocking a little on her feet while she waits for @UNHOLYRESURRECT.

RT @rebloomng: but. you won't be able to rest in peace like this? / i pray to never rest in peace.

Silence. Then she slowly pushes the door open with her foot. "I could die out there too. At least this way, I won't be sweaty and gross when I do.". Teddy logic.

Squint. "What?".

It's too hot to not.