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Juniper held up her hands and molded her hands to resemble someone holding a camera and taking pictures of their subject. ❝ Art, you're absolute art, ❞ she teased her companion. ❝ The camera loves you, baby. ❞ It felt too easy to laugh and fool around the way they were doing now, especially with all of the darkness that surrounded them and the tough decisions that they were having to make around the clock. Maybe joking around was just the thing they needed, however brief, to be able to breathe for once instead of hold it all inside.

Nick sat back, a wide smile spreading over his features as he took her in. ❝Beautiful.❞ Even though she was doing a silly pose, and he laughed softly, the word that came out was sincere. ❝Alright.❞ He said, and it was his turn to pose, chin resting on both his palms as he framed his face. ❝And me?❞ He asked, laying on a bit of charm there. That was something he was good at, how he had gotten to be friendly with some of the other residents in their community (for lack of a better term). There was no harm in a bit of playing around. It was a rarity there after all, and these were the moments that they were fighting for.

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Riddick approaching her like this had been a nice distraction from the work at hand; always so focused on repairing this, negotiating that, and making sure that they didn't run into any trouble while they were in space. She was almost disappointed that it had to end so they could return to work, but she knew it was on both of their minds what had to be done. She smirked up at the Furyan and leaned back in so that her lips were so close to his that he could almost taste her again. She said, ❝ You know where to find me when you do need more. ❞ A beat later she pushed herself away from the wall of the ship and brushed past him, heading down one of the corridors. She didn't spare him a glance back, but still bit her lower lip bashfully.

"I'm done." He smirked and then lost it. Riddick knew they had the hyperdrive to patch among other things and to do basic cleanup. Which he did help with and anything else she needed. It gave him a sense of normalcy since all he did was escape out of slams or avoid bounty hunters before he met Juniper. Not that he was complaining. There was nothing better than being free to make his own decisions. It was something he prized himself on more than anything. His freedom. "For now. Until I need more." He teased as he stepped slightly closer to her.

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❝ Hey there, ❞ she greeted the other as she was suddenly behind them now, the bare minimum of a smile on her lips. Something about her was amused at the situation. ❝ Bet you didn't see that coming. Have you been following me? ❞

☆ ───── open starter for juniper wolfhart !

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It was hot as hell out here in the Virginia summertime — but she originated from Texas so really this was nothing to her. That didn't mean she didn't wish she had one of those portable fans she could hang around her neck to cool off every time she felt the sun hit her the wrong way. The shade on Daryl's porch was a welcome reprieve from the heat, sitting on the steps with him and talking about this, that, or the other; nothing of importance really, nothing that demanded their immediate attention. For once, things were kind of peaceful, something she had been looking for in Alexandria ever since she arrived her.

In the midst of joking, Daryl's hand had nudged against her knee, this hot day forcing her into some capri pants that now showed off the scar on her knee. It wasn't anything serious, although to a six year old flipping off their bike it had been at the time. The pigmentation of the scar itself had faded over time but it was still ridged against her skin, something she sometimes ran her fingers across just because.

❝ Ever go flying off a bike? ❞ She asked, more so joking around than actually asking. Didn't every kid fall of their bike at some point, training wheels or not? ❝ Happened when I was six and I can't really remember what I hit or what I really did, but the next thing I knew, I was skidding down the road right into a ditch. Screamed for my mom even though she was in the house, so I stubbornly pulled myself up, blood running down my leg and all, and went to find her. ❞

Juniper rubbed the back of her neck with a laugh before her hand moved over the back of her shoulder, just enough fabric from her shirt to cover up the injury on her back. That one was already scarring up and that little laugh she had from thinking back on a silly childhood memory, well, it was starting to sound pretty sad now. ❝ Wish I could say the rest of the scars were like that - stupid childhood accidents, you know? ❞

Juniper couldn't even remember if she had ever spent time with her mom outside winding together stems to make a flower crown. If she had, that memory was tucked deep inside of her mind with the rest of the ones that she couldn't place ever since losing her mom at a young age. She thought about her briefly, remembering her fierceness, which she probably relied on when having to put up with someone like August. The man wasn't a bad person at all, but his work wasn't something that she wanted her family to get tangled up in. No doubt Juniper inherited her strength and resilience. She needed it more than ever now.

A flower was carefully tucked behind Nick's ear and she found herself smiling. ❝ There, that's better, ❞ she playfully commented. Not a lot of good was to be found here, the moment a nice escape from everything else. She leaned in to let him place one behind one of her ears as well. ❝ How do I look? ❞ She posed all model-like.

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The two of them had been spending a lot of time together, lots of it discussing plans, but some of it discussing dreams. Nick found himself captivated by her fierceness. But this ... this was a moment of gentleness. He let Juniper lean close to him to tuck one flower behind his ear, and it was a welcomed change of pace.

❝Oh.❞ Was all that Nick got out through a gentle laugh. A gentle flush filled his cheeks at the rare moment of softness they could share amidst all their usual scheming. He plucked one of the flowers too, then gently placed it behind her ear. ❝Now ... we match.❞

Juniper knew that this is all he wanted for the longest time, ever since she had told him what happened to her on the other side of the border. Ever since had seen the scars with his own eyes and probably imagined what it must have been like for her over and over, though it would never match up to how she really felt when she was under Slade's knife. The anguish she had felt when he continued to carve into her raw skin, the screams caught in her throat, and the only anchor she had being her father telling her it was okay before enduring the same thing. Even after that, they were still on Slade's leash.

BAD GUYS ALWAYS SEEMED TO WIN. Slade had gone on this long without a single dent in his empire, ruling with fear and organized chaos. She never believed that he could fall to his knees, certainly not because of the Woflharts alone. August seemed fine to continue to work for the crime lord at his beck and call until their decided debt was paid off. They weren't called upon as much ever since he had patched in with Samcro, but they weren't off the leash yet. She didn't want to use Happy to get retribution, but he seemed okay with letting her use him, especially if it meant ending the life of someone who put hands and scars on his girl.

She kissed him back - her old man, the literal love of her life until the day she was put in the ground - feeling just how much he wanted this with the strong crash of his mouth against her own. He didn't even seem to sweat the idea of killing some Slade. To him, he was probably just another asshole who needed to die.

The worried look on her face fades just a little, frown lines smoothing out and lips tugging into a tiny smile. ❝ I know you will. ❞ But she swallowed hard anyway, a nervous flutter in her chest. ❝ You gonna tell the club? Shit, I mean, I gotta tell my dad, right? ❞

it's SECOND NATURE, toying with her throat the way he does — fingers digging into her flesh, not enough to cause pain but enough for the reminder that this isn't a joke. a short breath drawn through his nose as the YES rings out & surely it's not human, the way a sadistic smile curls his lips upwards, a surge of excitement rushing through his veins. that sick & twisted look in his eye the juniper knows so well gleams in the dim lamplight of their bedroom & it's better than any drug knowing that he can finally get REVENGE for his girl.

[ 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙳𝚄𝙴, 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳'𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 & 𝙷𝙴'𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶 𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 ]

her worry only causes a chuckle to erupt from his throat; his grip on her throat loosens just so he can take hold of her chin instead, holding her still as he places an ungracious kiss to her lips. a silent but harsh reminder that he's HERE & isn't going anywhere. he swears he won't ever let harm come her way again, & slade is going to regret the day he put his hands on her. ❛ 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. ❜

maybe it's his way of saying he cares about her too. that he CAN'T lose her either. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 & 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 — lips are still mere centimeters from hers, grip on her suddenly GENTLE as he shakes his head. ❛ [ . . . ] 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭. ❜

❝ That's good at least. ❞ Juniper had met Fawn fleetingly a few years back and the only thing memorable about it was that it had left Tig feeling like a piece of shit. She hadn't heard their conversation itself but Fawn had left as quickly as she had arrived, and Tig looked stressed out the rest of the day. Clearly, bad blood ran all throughout that family, effecting each one of them. She knew Tig lived with a lot of regrets and a past that he couldn't change, and Colleen no doubt the same. ❝ It's one day at a time, you know? ❞ She spoke, offering up a small smile, trying to be encouraging. ❝ Those calls might be getting longer before you know it. ❞

she eyes the rejected carton but makes no move to retrieve it. the irony falls flat -- she knows all about being an addict. ❝ yeah , i suppose it's better to stay away , then. ❞ she takes another puff on the cigarette and deliberately blows the smoke away from juniper. she appreciates the younger coming by - any company was appreciated. except for maybe gemma. the matriarch always had choice words on parenting to offer colleen. she leans her elbow on the table and then her chin on her hand , ❝ 'bout a week ago. ❞ colleen doesn't reveal the part about sending her daughter two hundred dollars , with a strained promise to talk again before the month was over. ❝ she's okay. living with her boyfriend again. said something about a new job. it was a short call. ❞

& VARIOUS QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. | ❛ who’s gonna stop us, huh? ❜ ( for juniper ! ) asked by @aintashes

❝ Fucking nobody. ❞ Said a bit cocky but she was nothing less than such in this moment, lips spreading into a wide grin at Daryl so that he knew that, too. In all seriousness (though she seemed like she wasn't acting that way), she knew that they had this in the bag and had what it took to get things done. They might quite the duo after all, just a pair of badass survivalists.

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It was beginning to feel like it was a drinking game now - every time they started talking about their respective scars, the uneasiness of it all caused them to pick up another drink and knock it back, hard liquor burning their throats on the way down. If it was to help them forget or help them talk about it, that was up for debate. Being this vulnerable with one another, it opened up a sense of intimacy, and the next thing she knew she was kissing him. Lips tasted of warm honey and whiskey and she couldn't stop herself, head buzzing from drinking, from feeling too much all at once.

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❝ Hey there, ❞ she greeted the other as she was suddenly behind them now, the bare minimum of a smile on her lips. Something about her was amused at the situation. ❝ Bet you didn't see that coming. Have you been following me? ❞

☆ ───── open starter for juniper wolfhart !

✨ juni

send ✨ for my muse to talk about their favorite thing about your muse— @jundlcndwastes ( juniper ) and daryl edition !

there are a great many things about juniper that are worth talking about, but there's one thing in particular which sticks out to daryl every time they're around each other.

‘ she's like a fire that don't go out. you can't smother it— she jus' keeps goin'. i know she's got my back like i got hers. ’

send  🌧 or ‘rainstorm’ for a starter where our muses are caught outside in the rain together. | juniper & daryl asked by @aintashes

Dark clouds had been threatening them all afternoon and they finally made good on their promise by delivering a rainstorm. Thunder cracked loudly all around them, flashes of lightning in the distance that only seemed to be getting closer. Boots dug through thick grass and mud as they continued to trudge on. Alexandria was about an hour's walk away but at this rate, it was going to take them even longer to get back home.

❝ We need to find somewhere to take cover! ❞ Juniper shouted through the onslaught of rain that continued to pelt them. Both of them were drenched, clothes soaking wet and clinging heavily to their shivering bodies, hair sticking to their faces. She reached out to tap him on the shoulder before pointing east. ❝ Road's probably a ten minute walk in that direction. There's probably some abandoned cars up there we can take shelter in until the rain dies down. ❞