the windows stayed wide open as Jude ran his hands over your back - drawing stars and circles. His muscles, covered in small tattoos, were permanently tensed and hard. His eyes were either shut after activities of focused on your own eyes… this is usually when he was calmest… after everything

you two had known each other since middle school, and had somehow stayed together through all the hate crimes and bigotry. He was pulled out of high school, his sister committed, his father had “committed” in prison, and his brother had been executed… he really couldn’t catch a break

YOU,were his break

despite his hard lack of money, he liked to spoil you with whatever he could find around. Despite his living space being the Liberation Militia base and his room, he still hung out with you whenever he could. And so, wanting you to be as safe as you could, he just had to ask

“Do you want to join the Militia?” “What?” - you answered “The Liberation Militia - you can join - I want you to have some sort of protection and we kinda need more women… it brings up the equality in the team”