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@dante-carrington

[After Kaiser was pronounced dead Bode had second thoughts about taking Espen to see Carrington. What he had wanted to do instead was get Espen in Torren, lock the door and throw away the damn key. A fact that Espen found incredibly frustrating.]

Someone just died and instead of talking about how it’s affecting you, you rather hole up in your dorm?

It’s not affecting me.

Bode.

Pen.

You don’t see anything wrong with not wanting to talk about something this serious?

We didn’t even know the man. 

That’s not the point. [Espen seemed at his breaking point, and so, Bode relented. He truly didn’t understand why it was so important for them to discuss the death of a man they never even met. A life wasted is a sad thing, of course, but it felt borderline shameful to play the role of grieving friend when Bode had nothing to do with Kaiser. He learned very early on that sympathy and empathy are vastly different and producing one over the other in the wrong situation could lead to mistakes. Something neither Bode or Espen could currently afford. 

As they neared Carrington’s office Bode thought back to their conversation earlier in the week, specifically the last few moments they had shared. He wondered now, as Espen crossed the threshold of his office door what Dante would have to say about grief today. There would be no escaping it today, not if he wanted to ruin any chance he had of repairing his relationship with his brother. He would have to be careful today. Their first meeting, Bode revealed too much, gave up too much. And now with Kaiser dead, Bode was wholly aware the implications of having a therapist who aligned themselves with the NWRF. If he had been paranoid before...]

Dr. Carrington? [Espen’s tone was respectful, but it still sung like a child’s, at least, it did to Bode. He closes the door behind them, motioning for his brother to take one of the chairs across from Dante.]  I’m sorry we’re a bit late, I couldn’t find my jacket. [Liar.]

Doctor. [An easeless greeting as he takes the seat beside Espen.] Eventful morning we’re having. 

Bode. 

I was just trying to break the ice, Pen.

Well stop. I’m sorry about him. I usually have a spray bottle for him but I forgot it at home today.  [He wasn’t entirely pleased about being chastised in front of Dante but he said nothing in his own defense. He just glared at the small stack of papers on Dante’s desk.]

since aaron and poseidon started fuck, they had a lot of secret dates to do it. with your hands resting on the sink, the yougest was stand tall while feel poseidon's cock inside his hole. "of course he did." aaron confessed between his moans. "but he never could fuck me like you." after finish his speech, aaron let a loud moan escape. "fuck me sir!"

Rafael thanked the delivery person and gave him a tip before he grabbed the food and shut the door. He went over the small table in the corner and set out their food. He smiled as he set the chocolate milkshake where Alexei would be sitting. He was getting too invested, but he couldn’t stop himself. Alexei was...a happy surprise and someone he looked forward to see. Someone who didn’t need to be so charismatic around. Someone he could just...be with. But, Alexei didn’t want him like that and he pushed away those inadequate feelings aside. They couldn’t be together because sometimes journeys needed to stay separate. He sighed and ran a hand through his curls. He’d washed his gel out, choosing to leave his hair the way he knew the submissive liked. Alexei would be there any minute, so he sat down and waited, anxious to see him. 

Donal wasn’t sure why he’d said yes to Alexei. He told himself he wouldn’t fuck around with a Montague again, yet here he was. The first time they’d gotten together had been amazing, but Donal had been an idiot and fucked bare. This time he wasn’t taking the chance. He knew that Alexei knew about the different kinds of condoms he’d bought, but the sub had yet to see his small collection. When he heard the knock at his door, he opened it and gave Alexei a small smile. “Come in. Make yourself comfortable.”

Ian hadn’t seen or heard from Cressida in a while. He had thought about her often, but more so with what he needed to do. He needed to tell her about some things. Eventually everything, but that depending on if she still wanted anything to do with him. He usually didn’t care whether people were in his life or not, but for some reason Cressida had wiggled her way into a category that Ian reserved for very few. He say her coming up to his door and he went to greet her. He opened the door and took her bag. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her. Ian had been yearning for her as of late. “I missed you too.” He said as he shut the door behind her, referring to the text she’d sent earlier to him.

From the moment she woke up, Jasmine felt motivated. She started her day by grabbing a coffee like all teenagers do on summer mornings. As she drank her coffee, she decided to take a short walk around the city, she wanted to learn as much as she could about the Capitol before she had to go to school, only to be consumed with piles of work. She finished her coffee and looked around for the nearest trash bin. The blonde finally found a place to throw out her cup, looking up she realized that it was a small art school, it was ironic because she had been meaning to get a sketchpad and some pencils so she could potentially turn her doodles into real art. As she walked into the store she was greeted with the smell of paint and granite. The store itself, in Jasmine’s eyes, was adorable. She walked up to the boy at the counter to ask for some help, but there was something familiar about him. “Um, hi. I’m Jasmine. It’s my first time getting art suppli-” Jasmine starts but quickly cuts herself off. “I’m sorry, do I know you? You just look really familiar.” Knowing the questions seems strange, Jasmine quickly regrets asking it, but curse her mothers genes for making her naturally curious.

@ jaysonwhy

Riley waited as patiently as she could for her friend to show. A pizza the two of them would both enjoy. No pineapple on any inch of it. She pulled out her phone to message him a pineapple emoji while she waited.