#everknight

SWEET VS SAVOURY

When it comes to food, Joe is the sort who prefers savoury over something sweet. Growing up in the Maghreb he was exposed to more savoury spices than sweet. Also, in the 11th century refined sugar wasn't a thing nor was sugar readily available like it is in modern times. Everything he ate would've been savoury and would've included spices like saffron, nutmeg, cinnamon, paprika, cloves, cumin, cayenne pepper, aniseed and black pepper. There were the occasional sweet things like oranges and figs, maybe even dates but they weren't what you would typically consider sweet. They were additions to the meal and to add some flavour to the rich meals that would've been his life. Even during his life with Andrew Underhill, their meals were more savoury than sweet, taking advantage of the local culture wherever they were stationed.

       it’s  so  incredibly  exhausting:   constantly  looking  over  your  shoulder,   the  dirty  money,   the  drugs.   the  lifestyle  is  really  starting  to  take  its  toll  on  Max  and  it’s  become  apparent  in  the  way  he  carries  himself.   the  dark  circles  under  his  eyes  and  his  constant  mood  swings  are  just  the  tip  of  the  iceberg,   but  the  fact  that  he  now  owns  a  gun  really  takes  the  cake.   this  isn’t  how  he  imagined  his  life  to  be.   this  isn’t  where  he  was  supposed  to  end  up.

        the  loneliness  he  continuously  basks  in  is  painful.   with  no  family  ties  or  real  friends,   he  turns  to  the  only  person  who  has  yet  to  betray  him;   a  man  who  came  into  his  life  at  just  the  right  time.   “  I  just---   I  just  don’t  know  what  the  fuck  to  do  anymore.  ”   he  looks  to  Nicky,   finding  solace  in  the  man’s  presence.   “  I've  been  doing  this  for  so  long  that  I  don’t  know  how  to  get  out  of  it.  ”   a  pause.   “  I  don’t  even  think  there’s  a  way  out.  ”

seriously, he digs his frown all the way to shar pei town deep, borrowing a pretentious white-collar downturn to his entire being that starts with an always-wilt at the mouth. 

he feels the tick in nicky’s cheek incoming like his own. and like his own, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

underneath the tail of nicky’s suit jacket, it’s snug. joe’s been here many times before. he straps the last gun to go at the valley of nicky’s spine, as discreet as a pat-down. the unending mirror on nicky’s six shows no bump, just them, shiny-shoe-to-shiny-shoe.

’ devastating. ‘

from the front, he gives the waist holster a rough tug. it gets his toes stepped on.

joe’s reflection barks out a laugh crinkling around itself.

he tucks the ghost centimeters of nicky’s hair behind his ear as if they’re still there and tickling right into his lashes when he leans over blackletter too keenly. joe pulls at his earlobe, mimicking the chunky drag of silver.

           sorry   / lyric starter

            bad dog   / lyric starter