#;aj

Muse: AJ Greenfield (xx)

OPEN STARTER. “Wanna get out of here?” AJ’s lips brushed the other’s neck, the tip of his nose nudging an earlobe gently. He’d been dragged to yet another of his mother’s events. Some charity or other that she probably didn’t give an honest fuck about. It was ever the ploy to further his father’s business interests, a show for the masses, and while AJ never really got all that up in arms about anything his parents did, this was the third event he’d been forced to attend this month. He wasn’t like any of his older brothers; he didn’t simply skip it like Callum, nor did he fit in like Zane. He just felt... out of place, preferring his studio apartment littered with paint and brushes to grand halls with champagne and polished crystal. The gala was a success; most people seemed to be enjoying themselves, and yet all AJ wanted to do was drag this other person home with him. He wrapped his arms around their middle. “I’m bored.”

Random Dialogue Meme

"Like you stumbled drunk into a thrift store and couldn't find your way out."

The words are monotone and bored as she flipped through a nearby magazine, apparently waiting with more patience than she's possessed in years. Truth of the matter was, she didn't actually mind watching him get ready--there was something about the ritual of it that was almost soothing, familiar in a way she's missed. Not that she'd tell him that. His head wouldn't fit in that stupid hat.

When she looked up, however, she had to admit...he really did fill out a suit nicely. Molly's fingers tapped idly on the magazine before setting it aside to join him at the mirror. "Not bad." She finally admitted, and reached around to straighten his tie. Her eyes meet his in the reflection those hands smoothing along his chest over the shirt. "I still hate that fucking hat." She murmured.

They always said, crime doesn't pay. The only people who ever said that were chumps. Growing up, kids like Molly did what they had to to help their families...to survive, and everyone looked down on them for it. Said they'd never be good at anything, for anything. Joke's on them, though; the kids like Molly were real good at being bad, and the crime certainly paid well.

No matter what she could afford these days, how comfortable they could live, this life also came with a few caveats. Thieves would be thieves, of course, and the money would constantly be a draw for the worst kinds of people. Molly had run with some harsh folks before going solo, and it appeared now that those same folks wanted what she'd taken from them--because of course she'd never left empty-handed.

AJ's the only one she's ever been able to put any amount of trust in, and that wasn't much. Still, she'd had no other thought but to come to him when she'd needed help. Who knew if that was the wisest decision or not?

The only one who gets to kill you, is me.

- aj

immediately after this was taken, i put him in a headlock and made him tap. #stillgotit

“it’s you, it’s always been you.”