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The Karate Kid Part III || Cobra Kai, 4.10
🪐 — EDWARD TEACH.
the huff of breath he lets out is rough and unsteady. it was meant to be a laugh, but it got swallowed somewhere down the road, replaced by a wave of relief so strong edward fears he might be sick from it, nausea rolling in the pit of his stomach like it’s trying to tear it to shreds. his own injuries never leave him so stretched thin, he never lets himself wonder what could happen if his so called luck runs out, but in the past few minutes his thoughts have been drowned by an endless stream of what ifs. one more gut wrenching than the last, of course. but he is not allowed to spiral further, thankfully, anchored to the present as he is by that hand wrapped around his arm — yes, he’s alright. they both are. edward holds on that certainty, closing his eyes for a second or two. when he tries again his breath comes out much less tortured and if he drops his head to rest it against the other man’s forehead.. well, it’s been one hell of a day, alright? he lets go of him soon enough, though, mind finally brought back to the matter at hand: a bleeding wound and a first aid kit that hasn’t been opened yet.
❛ you’re not going to die on my account, you hear me? won’t let you. i’ll piss you off back to life or somethin’. ❜ he goes through the motions in silence, then. the steps familiar as well as the sight and smell of blood. there’s no salvaging the already half perished couch, but at least the wound is now clean and tightly wrapped up in gauze and bandages, so edward rises to his feet only to drop on the couch next to izzy, on his good side. he winces a bit, his shoulder dimly protesting against the rough movement, but that’s not what makes heat creep into his voice. ❛ where’s jack? he was supposed to be here. ❜ a thought, lightning quick, lances through his brain and he slants a furrowed glance izzy’s way. ❛ d'you think he could’ve had something to do with this? he’s been so fucking grouchy lately. ❜ and as much as a part of him wants to say nahh, because they’re friends, part of him knows exactly why he has never been stupid enough to fully trust jack. not like he trusts izzy. not by a long shot.
A MERE MOMENT IN HEAVEN will always be worth every long day that izzy spends clawing through hell to get there. & as edward touches his forehead to his own, eyes pressed together as his breath steadies, izzy goes lightheaded at his sudden proximity to the divine. where before, everything had been sharp & clear & crystalline, now his vision goes fuzzy at the edges, his own breath coming in deep desperate gasps. the injury at his arm is entirely forgotten, all the pain overtaken by the heat that ripples out from every tiny point of contact where his skin touches edward’s. izzy can feel his breath on his face, & his eyes are blown wide as his gaze traces the shape of his lips. & then it’s over, far too soon. his breath stutters unevenly when edward pulls away to tend his open wound. ❝ oh shut up, i’m not going to fuckin’ die, ❞ he attempts to cover his unsteadiness with a scoff, though he winces when the gauze tightens over the open wound. yet the pain clears his head, pulls the world back into focus despite edward’s fingers pressing the bandage down until it sticks. & then everything is normal again, just as it was before. his arm still hurts, but it’s an absent ache. the kind he can easily ignore. edward sprawls down on the stained couch beside him. & at his words, izzy thinks for the first time not about the knife but about who had been wielding it — & who had sent them. clearly, izzy had not been their intended target. the thought makes his eyes tighten at the corners, his gaze sweeping the small room to be certain that they’re alone, that no further threats linger waiting in the shadows to take edward by surprise. ❝ i don’t know, ❞ he admits, calling to mind the face of the man who had lunged at him. it wasn’t familiar, & izzy had no way of knowing if he was somehow significant, or just some hired knife off the street. ❝ i don’t think he would do that — not to you, at least. ❞ how anyone could betray a man like edward was entirely beyond izzy’s reasoning, but clearly someone had it in their mind to harm him. ❝ but you know him better than i do. ❞ frankly, the reasoning wasn’t all that important; if someone wanted to get to edward, they would have to get through izzy, first. ❝ you think we should pay him a visit ? go ask him about it in person ? ❞
🪐 — JAMES BARNES for birdie !
❛ —
[ … ] hey, thought i’d pick you up and steal the rest of your friday night. if you want, @musecraft?❜
❝ IS IT STILL STEALING if i come willingly ? ❞ it was a question that she could ask of herself just as well as james. birdie had long ago resigned herself to the absence of romance in her life, closed off the doors to that part of herself. only james had been able to find the entrance & work it gently & patiently open so that he could slip inside. ❝ where are we going ? ❞
🪐 — EDWARD TEAGUE for calypso !
“ They think that any culture or state that diverges is degenerate. That we are degenerate, until we speak, dress, act, and worship just like them. ”
HER LAUGHTER CRACKS, a lightning strike that seems to reverberate through the strange objects in the small cluttered room. the humans all thought themselves so smart, so uniquely able to see the so-called big picture. she almost pitied them — the blind fools had no idea how small their minds truly were. ❝ & how do you prove to yourself that you are above their rules then ? by creating a book of your own & dedicating your entire life to upholding it ? ❞ the laughter comes again, but softer this time, tia dalma’s hand flicking at the empty air near her ear as though at some invisible annoyance. ❝ have caution, teague, or you may find yourself becoming the very men you claim to hate so. ❞
🪐 — CHRISTINE DAAÉ for giovanni !
he relents and she sighs in relief ──────happily drawn into his side with a smile, melting into his side like butter on a warm pancake, burying a nod into his shirt alongside a soft-spoken yes. arms wrap about his waist, fingers slipping between cotton and jeans to graze golden skin, the warmth a comfort she could not help but indulge in as she speaks softly, a breath above a whisper. ❝ ────── maybe just a bit of fresh air? we don’t have to go too far. ❞
THERE’S STILL ANGER that simmers beneath the surface, giovanni’s gaze easily clearing her head of ringlets to cast a dark glare at the man who had offered such despicable commentary. he wants to memorize the bastard’s face, just in case he ever runs into him somewhere without christine there to hold him back. but he cannot stay in the rage for long, not with her fingertips slipping cleverly beneath the hem of his worn t-shirt to brush over his skin. her touch is minuscule & gentle, & yet it commands his full attention, the force of such a small point of contact enough to toppling him, if he’d let it. giovanni is powerless to resist her wishes, releasing the anger with a heavy sigh & turning toward the door. yet he still keeps her shielded from the crowd with his body as they make for the exit. ❝ kinda a run-down little place anyway, ❞ he says, arm stubbornly refusing to fall from her shoulders even as they step outside. ❝ i think my girl deserves better. ❞
“For years, I’ve followed your every whim, I’ve managed your increasingly erratic moods, I’ve massaged this crew when they were worried about your judgement…” Izzy Hands + Edward Teach in Series 1 of Our Flag Means Death
Enid, stroking Wednesday’s hair: You're so cute and pretty.
Wednesday, sleepily: I could beat the shit out of you.
Enid, lovingly: I know.
some botw university au art from mid-2021!
i don't take any constructive critisism :^)
