* DAGGER.

“ i didn't say you wouldn't get it back,  “ head bobs like the hula girls that rest on the dashboard of an old car , bobbling away with each bump or flick of the finger. “ sorry to ruin your plans but you offered to pay,  “ setting her mug aside , hands press against his chest , digits tap against skin “ you can lay around the hen house later . . . not that we have to leave right away,   “ a tilt , as hazel hues reflect the intention that's crossed his mind. “ round two is always on the table and i'm gunning for a day out and some food.   “

ᅟ❝ by the direction all of this been takin' lately , I'm inclined to believe otherwise . ❞ dull reference sticks into his skull while hazelnut hues , with the feather touch of green , glance at her face ... how the morning light iluminated such beauty , temptress disguised of purity day dream . his lips curve , mouth agape for seconds , before his grip remained put on her waistline , it was about one simple move to have her hourglass frame under his careful ministrations . pondering thoughts come &. go , ❝ I'm aware , 'lena . ❞ voice utters softly , as if he could find himself denying her that after giving out his word on paying for lunch the previous evening . lips ghosting over hers for a mile second before connecting within into one another ⸺ a charming dance , sharing a bit from the morning's taste . ❝ you can pick wherever we'll get lunch , ... I'm paying . { ... } do I get the honors of havin' you in a sundress for said lunch , tho ? ❞

ronald ' slider ' kerner from top gun 1986. penned by kt.

Just as usual, the confusion and the unshakable feeling he's missed something rather obvious. "Uh, what exactly have I done for you," Bob clarifies. If it's something recent, he's clueless as to what could've possibly inspired Bradley's compliment.

ᅟ❝ you covered for me when I was late weeks ago . my wife and I had to take our daughter to the emergency with a ear pain , really helped me out . ❞ spelling it out softly , he offered the other one single , greatful smile . possibly silly , but he wanted to express his gratitude . ❝ I owe you one . ❞

she   answers   with   a   breath.   suspends   sound   in   the   atmosphere   —--         in   (   …   )      out.         something   akin   to   a   'hm'   lost   in   the   middle.      a   drawl   denial.         repudiation   carrying   the   taste   jet   fuel,      and   cherry   lipstick,      and   the   sweltering   stickiness   that   too   often   accompanies   the   locker   room   antechamber   around   them.         minutes   later   and   she   still   feels   the   heat   of   the   hop   in   her   blood.         carries   it   like   a   mutation,      like   something   that   keeps   her   from   ever   being   human.         woman,      pilot,      widow.     rooster.         the   name   is   unsaid   as   she   looks   over   at   him,      shouldering   her   flight   suit   into   one   of   the   communal   lockers.         beyond   a   door   on   the   wall   she'd   attempt   to   wash   the   thick   of   plane   engines   off   her   skin   and   not   succeed.         "   if   i   told   you,      i   couldn't   keep   it   a   secret   then,   could   i ?   "         a   grin   to   disguise   the   seriousness   of   her   meaning.      her   business   was   none   of   his.      the   chasms   between   her   ribs   were   dangerous,      fickle   things   ;      writhing.      serpents   around   her   sternum.         trying   for   a   truth   of   the   heart ?         a   waste   of   time.      "   you   should   probably   get   going   if   you   want   to   serenade   anyone   tonight.      i'd   hate   to   see   you   lose   your   bench   to   someone   who   sings   something   from   this   decade.   "   

IT HAD BEEN SEEN COMING FROM MILES DISTANCE , silent voice of his head still thought it was worth the shoot of asking ; so it was about that , ... should've seen it coming ⸺ locker room scent , of hair products and a perfum mix , the usual post-shower from daily work routine , then putting on the ususal kakhis or civillian attire , NEEDLESS TO SAY , loud hawaiian print had been the bright red pick with the usual white tank top underneath , paired with an old , comfortable jeans . ❝ touché . ❞ far from transparent under naked eye , his guts pointed him towards something not even himself could come to guess . reliable and unreliable mask , unable to foresee whatever venom carried ( or lie retained from the light ) prying into her business was unwelcome , something one expected for ; respected her for , ... even when unable to spot something besides trivial conversation among co-workers . ❝ never heard any patron complain , but i'll try to mix in some cage the elphant for your consideration &. careful , ... or I might dare to mistake you for bagman next thing tonight . ❞ that had been nothing but a jest , of course ! still , he was plenty observant ... mute and with discretion , it wouldn't be so easy to drive away his concern .

WHEN I SAY GOD, ... what I mean is : I can barely stand the look at my mother's face / * RUZTER, inscripted by 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆.

NOW ㅤYOUR ㅤLIFE'S ㅤNO ㅤLONGER ㅤEMPTY ㅤ. ㅤ. ㅤ. ㅤindependent portrayal of dean winchester from ERIC KRIPKE'S SUPERNATURAL, written by blythe. ㅤ . ㅤ. ㅤ. ㅤSURELY ㅤHEAVENㅤ WAITSㅤ FOR ㅤYOU. ㅤ ©

*    THE    BRADSHAWS    ,    ft    .    @ruzter    ♡

with her human , bradley through the years . yikes , stach!less dad .