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theparanoidhumanoid:

"Optimism nothing, this is just how it’s going to be. I will fix what I broke." He led her down the side of the dirt road, over a small hill. Marvin hoped that someone would see. He knew, however, that the chance of it was next to nothing.

        She let out a deep breath out, a whine hitching on the exhale, keeping quiet and trying to keep herself from vomiting, “Th-there’s … a village past those trees,” she managed, pointing down the hillside, a cemetery surrounded by trees just barely visible through the wind-whipped snow.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"A car has to come by soon. Don’t panic." He was practically dragging her by the time his feet met asphalt. "You’re going to be fine."

       Her eyelids began to feel like heavy weights. Olivia struggled to stand, limping to keep weight off her injured leg. “S-since when, e-exactly, did M-mister paranoid get so optimistic?”



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"I know. We’ll get help soon, please hang on. Please." He began to pick up their pace toward a road.

       She kept her composure, face looking pale and a pain growing in her side. Olivia continued taking one step after another, passively awaiting a moment of rest. “Th-the closest hospital is m-miles away, Marvin.”



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theparanoidhumanoid:

"For what? What use was a crazy old man?"

        “Information. Lots of it,” she coraked, her head spinning. After a short distance more, she muttered a breathy, “I-I don’t feel well,” with a cough to follow.



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theparanoidhumanoid:

captain-gorlovich:

"No," She protested, "no, it’s alright." She reached up as she began taking a few steps forward, clutching onto Marvin’s shoulder. "This isn’t your fault," Olivia grunted.

"Honestly, you could have killed him easily. I was distracting."

He led her out into the snow, which thankfully seemed to be dying down.

       Olivia groaned, “I needed him a-alive,” she then focused her energy on walking, still feeling rather exhausted and sick.



If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

  • Name:
  • Gender:
  • General Appearance:
  • Personality:
  • Special Talents:
  • Who they like better:
  • Who they take after more:
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To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin held her closely so that she could stand on her good leg. “This will do.”

Slowly, he guided her toward the door. “I shouldn’t have come. This happens whenever I try to visit anyone. It’s either assassins, or zombies, or planets blowing up. Hmph.”

"No," She protested, "no, it’s alright." She reached up as she began taking a few steps forward, clutching onto Marvin’s shoulder. "This isn’t your fault," Olivia grunted.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin held the gun tight against her until the sizzling of blood and flesh stopped. He pulled it away and tightened the bandage back.

"I’m sorry I had to do that. We’ll get you actual help soon. Can you get up?" 

        She nodded, though uncertain, using the ladder at her side up to the hayloft to support herself as she slowly tried to stand. Her leg was throbbing and pain pulsed in and out, but she gritted her teeth and stood, only letting out a short wince once she let go of the ladder, nodding once again to assure him that, yes, she was capable of walking.



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theparanoidhumanoid:

He nodded and raised the pistol into the air. Marvin fired, and immediately pulled the bandage aside to press the barrel end-first against the wound.

tears were starting to surface and she held back a loud yelp, cringing and letting out a stifled whimper. Dear fucking lord, she was glad she had actual confidence in what he was doing. 



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

"No. No, you’re not, not while I’m here."

He eyed the pistol in his hand. A revolver, not impressive in diameter, but perhaps enough for this purpose.

"I have an idea. But this will hurt."

She couldn’t do much besides let out a grunt in complaint.

She managed a short uttering, heaving a breath, “I-I don’t care.”



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

He let out a breath through his teeth. “One second.” He got up and went back to the assailant, and started ripping a strip from his outermost pair of pants. Once he had a sufficiently long piece, he went back to Olivia and wrapped it around her thigh.

"That’s the best I can do at the moment without a proper disinfectant."

     The whole world started spinning and Olivia’s entire body began to grow heavy. “Am I going to lose my leg?” She managed, eyes closed, however still conscious.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin snagged the gun from the assassin’s hand and rushed to Olivia’s side.

"Where are you hurt?" He said as he kneeled beside her.

She took her hansd from the wound in her upper thigh, grimacing and tensing up.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin was silent as he began to use his free hand to punch the assassin in the face and collarbone. Once, twice, thrice, again. and again and again he hit this man, until his ability to resist was properly destroyed.

The man fell unconscious and Olivia had not moved since before their altercation. The bleeding in her leg had stopped, bullet still buried in the flesh of her thigh. It was getting dark outside. The sun began to set.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

Marvin took the arm that pushed him by its wrist and pulled sideways in a quick jerk. He grabbed the assassin’s firing hand and gripped as hard as his mechanical strength would allow. A dulled crack could be heard from a bone in the man’s hand.

The assailant whimpered and writhed under Marvin’s grip, struggling to break free and flee the site, “I-I’ll let you keep her! Y-you can have the damn brat—- let me go and you can have the stupid girl!” he continued to repeat under his breath, or what little of it he could muster.



To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]

theparanoidhumanoid:

The opened skin on Marvin’s fist shone with the reflection of dim winter daylight steel as it clenched and unclenched. ”You won’t take her. Not while I’m here,” he snarled through his tightly shut jaw.

"I think I will." A weak cough emitted from the passed-out assassin meters away, the man rising to his feet as he attempted to push Marvin aside.