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2. a rough kiss against the wall.

SHE  IS  A  WISTFULLY  SWAYING  NYMPH  around  his  desk  ,  blue  eyes  dancing  wildly  with  streams  of  red  peaking  through    and  the  only  reason  he  can  see  it  ?  he  has  the  same  magical  supplement  beating  down  his  own  blues  to  ribbons  of  pulsating  rose  that  follow  her  and  all  the  shades  of  iris  that  follow  behind  her  .  a  hand  reaches  out  .  all  force  tugs  her  upon  his  lap  and  lips  dance  upon  beaded  skin  from  the  collarbone  to  her  jaw  ;  as  always  she  wants  more  .  an  ambiance  of  heavy  breath  and  pounding  hearts  they  are  trapped  in  the  visceral  sensation  wrapping  them  each  in  a  choke  hold  to  their  own  design  .  she  does  choke  him  in  a  way  that  pulls  the  pleasure  as  it  does  the  ache  defining  no  matter  how  high  they  may  be  she  grinds  against  his  lap  with  the  ease  of  dancers  never  even  breathed  near  trinity  club  chipping  away  only  somewhat  to  the  boulder  that  rests  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  .  hands  grip  hard  upon  her  hips  tender  slanted  lips  catch  hers  and  he  moves  her  to  feel  the  pressure  building  heavily  between  his  legs  as  a  reminder  that  there  is    always  an  effect  on  him  no  matter  how  much  powder  lines  his  nose  .  

CIRCA ; SOMETIME LAST YEAR

circa november ( ish ) 2018 : 

SHIPPING  CONTAINERS  ENACTED  AS  A  MAZE  and  they  were  the  rats  presumably  trapped  within  it’s  confines  .  to  witness  from  above  would  give  madden  plenty  of  answers  ,  an  escape  was  necessary  and  for  them  it  wasn’t  cheese  that  lay  on  the  other  side  but  a  stash  of  weaponry  designed  to  eradicate  their  enemies  .  who  was  he  but  to  tag  along  ?  perhaps  skim  some  from  the  top  for  his  own  personal  arsenal  ?  what  he’d  not  expected  was  a  warzone  pushed  forth  ,  a  barrage  of  bullets  from  all  direction,  ricocheting  from  every  angle  .  his  own  weapon  drawn  he  watched  carefully  for  their  surrounding  attackers  when  suddenly  the  pop  of  a  gun  firing  sounded  ,  his  body  shoved  against  the  shipping  container  where  cold  metal  reached  his  back  .  heavy  breaths  collided  ,  he  stares  near  wide  eyed  before  a  smirk  becomes  present  —  soon  enough  it  shifts  to  a  coy  smile  .  no  time  to  dwell  after  all  ,    ❛    AWW    iris  ,  i  always  knew  you  had  a  thing  for  me    ❜

“  excuse  me  ––  can  i  have  this  dance ? ”

his  voice  is  a  welcomed  interruption  from  the  other  gentleman  persistently  asking  to  buy  her  a  drink  at  the  bar.  melanie  turns  her  back  to  the  unwanted  attention  and instead  takes  jasper’s  hand  to  walk  out  onto  the  dance  floor.  “  my hero,  ”  she  tells  him  over  the  volume  of  the music  before  he  spins  her  to  start  moving  with  the  beat.

👁 // WAKE MY MUSE UP FROM A NIGHTMARE.

THEY’RE SOMEWHERE NORTH OF KIEV, and it’s cold. what was meant to only be an intelligence recovery had quickly gone awry, and they’d been forced to make a temporary home out of a semi-abandoned barn less than fifty yards from a very much occupied home. their little sojourn was only meant to last from sundown to sunrise, but the deep russet that has been steadily blooming over the other boy’s side has most certainly complicated things. they’d promised each other to take shifts on lookout, but a lack of sleep is what will get them killed, so when the time to wake the other male had come and passed, the orphan didn’t move an inch. his mind only drifts for a SECOND, he’s positive, but two concerning things happen simultaneously, and he immediately snaps to attention. first, it’s the echoing inflection of ukranian steadily growing louder from the direction of the house, and then it’s the quiet mumbling done in consequence of whatever nightmare has enraptured the other’s mind. he has to act-- and act NOW-- because the voices are getting closer, and the older’s brows are furrowing as the battle in his thoughts intensifies. a dirty hand clamps over the other’s parted lips with an awakening force, and he leans in close, hissing an urgent, ‘ corvus. ’