𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒔 ,

                                              ❛      𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍    𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢    𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍     𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜    𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚢𝚘𝚞   .     ❜           rafe    lays     it     on     thick     .      surface      demeanour     reeks       of      gentlemanly     politeness      ,       a      syrupy      delight    much     too      sugary      for      consumption     .        really    could     turn     on    the    charm    when    the    moment    required    it    ,        though      he     suspects     she     is      not      so    easily     duped      by     baby     blues    &     the     hint     of     a     mystery     to    his     vaguely      indifferent       smile      .       takes     a     symbolic     hold     upon     her     outstretched    palm    ,     hesitantly     embracing     her     with    an    equal    distrust     .       that    came    to    be    when    he   met    acquaintances    of    the    drakes    .       he’d    pause     then     ,      studying     her     intently     as     though     searching     for     any    token    of    betrayal     disguised      beneath     flawless     complexion      ——      learnt     the    hard    way        to     never     be        too     careful    .

                                                      ❛      well    ,    here’s    hoping    you’re    worth    every    penny   ,    frazer    .    ❜        a    semblance    of    a    casual    threat    resides     there    .      a     remnant     of     something     he’d    said     before     :         ‘   i’d   have   to   kill   you   ’         but     this     had     much     more     subtlety     than     the    abrasiveness    of     his     conflict     with    sullivan     ,      though     it’s     hardly     welcoming     .      he     chuckles     to     soften     the        jaggedness     of     it     ,     baring    perfect     white     teeth     in     the     process     .

good  things ?    her  head  swivels,   a  smirk  peeling  into  a  fuller  smile.   they  both  wore  different  shades  of  arrogance.  her’s  was  definitely  more  outgoing.   pouring  from  the  way  she  held  herself  ----  open  like  a  bloody  cavern.   shimmering  and  ruby  red.    his  was  quiet.    glowing  eyes  in  the  night.   the  eyes  of  a  predator  below  tall  grass.   and  she  found  it  fascinating.   she  believed  deep  down,    with  the  right  amount  of  pressure,   they  would  make  diamonds.   the  glimmer  in  her  eye  intensified  any  underlying  feeling  of  excitement.   

@coastsick​- Abigail.

He rocks back and forth on his heels. He sees the way Abigail has been struggling these past couple of weeks- and who could blame her? John, the father to her child had up and left. Yes, he is aware of the situation, that John questions whether he really is Jack’s biological father, but to Hosea there is no doubt. He had to be his… and if not then to hell with blood anyway! He had never cared about that- not when John and Arthur were involved. He just wishes that John could see that- that he could see what he is doing to poor Abigail and  ultimately the affect he is having on that little boy he’s left behind.

Hosea lets out a long sigh, his hand gently taking Abigail’s shoulder. ‘How are you doing my dear friend?’ He already knows the answer to that, but he thought he should ask. ‘Anything I can do to help?’

to  fill  the  days  were  her  second  priority,   following  the  priority  of  her  son  of  course.  but  both  went  hand  in  hand.  keeping  the  boy  entertained  was  becoming  more  and  more  difficult.   he  was  too  curious  for  his  own  good.  and  yet,   she  adored  him  with  every  fiber  of  her  being.  watching  him  toss  stones,  and  fight  invisible  pirates  along  the  line  of  tents  while  she  did  her  usual  chores.   tossing  chicken  feed,   preparing  breakfast.

      “You from a long time ago turned into you, didn’t she? Don’t you trust yourself?” what might be a smile settles quietly on his lips, it’s subtle but the change it brings is as abrupt as night and day. The ability of men, of looking like they aren’t capable of the most dreadful things just by change of mask and a smile. “You want the truth? You look like you can handle yourself, I can handle myself, you need someone to watch your back in this world. Even if you don’t trust ‘em.”

@coastsick ( hannah )   /   plotted starter   /   : nolan

Just his luck to be on this detail. If not for the splendor of the mountain ranges that capture his attention during the helo ride, Nolan would have said fuck it to his boss’ face from the jump. The issue they’re having in Hope Valley seems like a job for local PD. Why the DMS is getting involved, he’ll never know. Still, that’s not his part in this play; today, he dons the guise of an NSA agent, to observe and offer support in any way he deems necessary. As operative on the ground, his orders are to oversee and determine whether or not these nut cases in Montana actually pose a threat to national security.   ( sounds simple enough. )   Time to put his big boy pants on.     ❝   Deputy Anahita,   ❞     he grunts in a low timbre, hand extended for a shake.     ❝   Nolan Barrett. Intel says you’re my contact for this potentially wild ride.   ❞

she  takes  his  hand  upon  the  approach.  hair  whips  but  she  pays  little  mind.  there’s  a  hurried  nature  to  her,   as  if  staying  in  one  place  for  too  long  made  her  skin  crawl.   there  were  eyes  all  over  this  valley,   most  of  which  were  looking  for  her.   ❛  indeed,    ----   but  there’s  no  potential  about  it.    it’s  been  wild  from  the  start.  ❜   a  smile  cracks  along  rigid  edges  of  her  lips.  humor  was   far  between  the  days.  companions  occasionally  alleviated  the  tension  ----   but  in  the  end . . .  it  was  a  fight  for  life.