𝑵𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. curtis hoyle. frank castle's one-legged, black friend. bisexual, multi ship.

Threats don't care about your preferences.

One productive afternoon.

Another spit—less blood, this time, but still painful. His tongue is raw from when he's bitten through it. "Sounds it, huh? What else are your magic ears tellin' you, Red?"

Ain't patronizing you. I'm tellin' you like it is. Anybody ever taught you how to use a gun properly? Trained you through it?

"Yeah, well. . ." Somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle; his lips drawn back briefly to reveal red-stained teeth. He bends over the sink and turns the water on, washing off his fingers. "Wasn't askin' for your shitty opinion."

"A bonus. Yeah, right." Cupping his palm under the faucet, Frank proceeds to gargle with the metallic-tasting water; blood for blood. At least he didn't lose any teeth. "How're you still alive with that mouth, huh?"

Water still running; Frank straightens, studying his reflection on the fogged up mirror. Red was right. Broken nose. Gonna have to set it. "Helluva faith you got on yourself, there."

What is this, altar boy come to deliver his sermon?

His brows twitch, a hand half-raised towards the still-bleeding nose. "You offering?"

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THAT’S YOUR FACE ( 𖥠 ) ┈─ WAIT I SEE ⸝⸝ A WEAPON NOW.

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Nursing a broken nose, for the umpteenth time. He's lost count at this point.

A guitar sits in the corner, gathering dust. Bloodied hands had forgotten how to create, only to destroy—longing so untouched by the toils of time.

One waking nightmare at a time.