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First and foremost I apologize for the sudden hiatus. I normally give at least some form of notice before taking one but I really needed to just get away for a moment and take a breath. Now that I feel more refreshed however and speaking to a few others about this, I’ve decided that I’m gonna archive this blog and make a new one for James.
Here a few important things about this new blog:
- All relationships will carry over.
- Some of the threads that I still had on here will also carry over. (If you want our thread to continue, just send me an ask!)
- So far the only threads I have that will be continued are with ltcortez, boss1138/tapcaftogo, for-rannoch, and commanderglowstick.
- I still wanna keep my following list to a minimum of below 200.
- Might make some starters on this new blog for those that follow. Might not. Depends on how I’m feeling.
- Reblogging this and getting it around would be greatly appreciated!
“I get really tired of when some rpers don’t tag their things and then say “my blog my rules.” It’s 100 times harder to search through a blog with no tags. If I can’t find the thread in their blog, I more than likely drop it. Also, some people need to tag things appropriately, I really don’t like gore and I have xkit and tumblr savior, but I still see it on my dash because people don’t tag it or go “headcanon” just please at least put tw as a tag.”
"—I feel like I’m forgettin’ somethin’ important. Some sort o’ special day thing. Huh. In other excitin’ news, the hole in my side healed."
you call me a
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and I’ll show you
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Kelly sighed heavily, tightening the hold her arms had around her drawn up legs. She knew what the Commander was saying. Hell, those words were similar to the ones she had told those who had come to see her. Figure out your triggers, work to avoid them, that’s the first step.
It was difficult to, with the constant nightmares and what not, but Kelly liked to pretend that that abduction had never happened, that she was fine.
"Sometimes, I just want to cry to someone," she admitted quietly, "admit that I’m scared and that what happened was real, but I can’t. I can’t go crying to those who were affected, those who I’m supposed to help with this."
Shane’s brows furrowed a little. She could understand where Kelly was coming from. The Commander had been avoiding Toombs since she had saved him back before she and Kelly had ever met. If not because of guilt for not knowing he was alive and had been a prisoner of Cerberus’s, then because of everything that flooded back about Akuze.
"I know the feeling. I know how hard it is. But ignoring it doesn’t work out all that well. It makes things worse, in fact. But it’s entirely your choice, Kelly. No one can tell you how best to handle this kind of thing. That’s on you. But there are options. They have some great folks at Huerta specially trained to help those with PTSD and such like that." Though Shane avoided the area like the plague. But the things she did wasn’t healthy nor did she recommend it to anyone.
"Shrinks need shrinks too, y’know?"
Sitting down next to the Vanguard, the Sentinel ran a hand through her shoulder-length red tresses. She knew she was late already, but the look in Shane’s eyes when she arrived just made her feel worse. Natasha had to make up for it.
"I was a hair’s breadth away from throwing James down to the lower levels. Instead, I just lifted him up and dropped him on his head. Then he told me that you were ‘tied up’ at the moment, so I might have singed him a bit."
A small chuckle left her lips as she playfully nudged the brunette with her shoulder. “Doctor Chakwas was taking a look at him when I left, but you’re welcome to do more damage to him when we get back. I still had to pick up a few things from the Presidium, so that’s why I was late. I’m here now, though.
Laughter escaped the Spectre at the mental image she got of Nat picking James up and dropping him. Considering he was about twice Nat’s size, it was rather amusing. Though she did flinch slightly from a bruise developing in her side. It would heal soon enough, though. A nice little bonus to the Lazarus Project.
She rubbed at her neck, frowning slightly as she continued to think a little on how she’d arrived in such a predicament. It wasn’t terribly important. Worse things had happened. Last time she’d been chained up she had been a POW, so this time had been vast improvement.
"I’ll be sure t’ track him down at one point. If not to figure out why he didn’t untie me then why he thought it was a good idea to rile you," she said, snorting.
"Yeah, yea y’are," she agreed, smiling a little. She couldn’t help preferring Nat to at least be in earshot. She nudged herself closer to the redhead, lightly kissing her cheek.
"A few things from the Presidium, tho? Anythin’ of interest?" she asked, brows perking.
↳ (4/10) Characters: Shane McCutcheon
This has lived in my drafts for a while now, time for it to see daylight (More L Word)