(𝐧.) ★ : 𝚠͟𝚎͟𝚊͟𝚙͟𝚘͟𝚗.

not anymore.   [ deniz looks down to acknowledge him before returning her gaze towards the skillet resting over the cooktop’s fire,   stirring around the vegetables with her utensil.  she is making menemen,  a turkish dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes,  green peppers,  and onions.   it is one of the best ways to start off the morning. ]   i’ve had a prosthetic leg since i was twelve.   rehabilitation and pain management helped a lot with the phantom limb pain that i experience during the first year of losing my leg.   

@lacrymosas  [jardani is more quiet than he usually is.   he stared more with familiarity than anything—maybe he had seen something similar before. a distant memory before he was lifted into someone’s arm and taken away from that place—-zasha’s. he scoots an inch closer,  sitting on the floor.  arms folded and resting on his knees when he asks: ]     does it hurt?

you can ask questions.   i won’t be offended.

@sektrjc   you’re not my dad. [a minute longer before his hand moves away,  slinking back into the sleeve of his jacket.  the boy,  or weapon—-whatever it was they were calling him now swiveled on the heels of his sneakers. scuffed and decorated with spider-man stickers; his favorite hero who he wanted to be like one day]  what does it do?  

*  an eye roll,  he snatches the bottle,  examines it,  then drinks what’s left before tossing it over his shoulder [crash!].  he fixes the other a stare,  brow arched,  *  is bullshit the only thing that comes outta your mouth,  man? 

@testedsoul  you’re so corny. [the stolen object is given up. not because it was the right thing to do but because jardani was so irritated with the comeback—-he didn’t even want it anymore.  he sets it back down; slowly and carefully with more attention than it should be given——the last time he did this… the damn thing broke]  —-y’know you shouldn’t even drink that shit—stuff, anyway.    it gives you cancer.    [no idea where he got that from] 

*  his eyes hone in on the shape,  which could or could not (most definitely could) be his beer,  *  you know what a knuckle sandwich is?  i can show you that. 

/   qué

*   @VENGCENT  HEY

ah hn

*   @thirdcorvus  I MISSED YOU TOO HRU

/   HEY!!!!  miss u

*    @thirdcorvus    WOAH!!!!!!!

/   anotha one,   thank you

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ YOU WERE ONCE A SUN CHILD ── NOW THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT RAGE.   t⃨h⃨e⃨ b⃨o⃨y⃨ g⃨o⃨d⃨       [FLIGHT: CONFIRMED] [SPEED: CONFIRMED]    [DURABILITY: CONFIRMED]    [SUPER STRENGTH: CONFIRMED]    [X-RAY VISION: CONFIRMED]    [WEAKNESSES:  UNDETECTED]    ❛  he’s just a kid  ❜   /    ❛  you were even younger  ❜            ✶    JARDANI. 

*   !!

/ yo mama

*     gae