𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️

⠀⠀⠀ A man who loves peace so much ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ that he is willing to 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 for it!

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖦𝖭 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖠𝖲𝖪 𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖢𝖤 𝖷.

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

@comeswithblades » bicep around both of them, coiled like a snake.

“I don’t think so.~” He then resumes, leaning downward and intentionally hovering near the bottoms of her soles, to let the polish be. It’s strictly to get a rise o it of her.

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@comeswithblades “Let you go?”

Christopher asks, as her other foot nails him in his broad shoulder. It only results in his free hand doing the same—snatching her by the ankle and pushing both of her feet together until her heels touch, followed by a locking of his bulging »

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@comeswithblades » and starts guiding her foot towards him, enough to begin pulling her towards the edge of the couch.

With an outstretched tongue, he licks the underside of her foot in an act of pure retaliation. All while making full eye contact.

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

@comeswithblades Christopher keeps doing push-ups for a good long while, hoping that would distract her. But it didn’t.

He turns on his side, eyes lifting upward in awe of her flexibility.

It doesn’t last long, however, as he snags her by the ankle with his heavy hand »

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

@comeswithblades » tougher for El to keep steady.

And, possibly, to stay focused…

As his forearms bend at the elbows, his back muscles contracting only to hoist himself upright again, flushing the veins along his massive wrists.

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@comeswithblades It’s true, she’s chasing perfection and it’s all for him. That’s second on his list of things he hates—other people being right.

The only way to prove his point, he decides, is to start doing push-ups. Yep, push-ups, right there on the floor… which makes it even »

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@comeswithblades “I haven’t wobbled once, seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, clearly bothered.

If there’s anything he hates, it’s when people underestimate his jackedness.

“You want to talk about grandpa? You’re painting those toes at a grandpa’s pace, seriously.”

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

@DevoutVendetta » he didn’t deserve to.

Mud all over his outfit, shirt torn, he looked like a prehistoric version of himself. His hair hand grown out, long facial hair running down his cheeks and neck.

It wasn’t exactly the kind of place she, or anyone, would want to come to.

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

@DevoutVendetta » any other ideas—that they’d figure it out once she could find him. Assuming he wasn’t already dead…

Somehow, despite all of the nightmarish creatures on the deserted land, it seemed Christopher was always doomed to survive even when he didn’t feel »

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@comeswithblades » How to he explain that he didn’t even exchange a single word with his other self before instantly killing him?

“He’s. I don’t know. Maybe he went to go get a sandwich or something.”

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@comeswithblades “Uhm…”

Lips pursed, Christopher automatically looking away as his jaw clenched, a slight tremble in his throat. He clearly looked pretty guilty about something—it wouldn’t exactly take a genius to find out what he could’ve been referring to.

“I, uhh….” »

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@comeswithblades » a LOT of things.

“Like… this shirt I’m wearing. It’s actually his.”

It was a tight-fitted collared shirt, with some fancy material. The top buttons were left open. Not usually something her Chris would wear. But he kind of liked it.

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@comeswithblades “Yeah. Just like me. But… slightly different.”

Face hovering inches from her own, he noticed the gears turning in that brain of hers.

“Uhm… you seem kinda quiet, El, what are you thinking about, there—” It wasn’t a secret that two Christopher’s could do »

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@comeswithblades » her onto the couch. Finally, after their lips break once again, he looks at her with those familiar eyes.

“I met another version of… me.”

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@comeswithblades It goes on for what felt like hours, but was really a span of several minutes—they’d come up for air, one of them would lean back, the other would lean in for more and suffocate the other with more kisses. They took turns.

During this time, he’d spun around and arm-tackled »

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@comeswithblades » up into his arms, scooping her up into his cradling arms with such an ease she might’ve forgotten about in the time he was gone.

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@comeswithblades Christopher was about to keep arguing, but her hands framing his clean-shaven cheeks and pulling him closer was enough to get him to shut up for now.

He could at least try to forget about it, now, with El alongside him.

Mid-kiss, he found himself reaching down to sweep her »

[𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 🕊️ @RECONClLlATION]

@comeswithblades » of worry for El getting wrapped up in his mess.

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@comeswithblades No clue what she’s talking about, he’s great at flying under the radar!

“Well, how do you know they’re not just letting you /think/ that so they’ve got you right where they want you?”

When they’d last left off, Chris was pretty paranoid. But it seemed that was more out »