#forgottengun

         there’s moments like these that the apostle has been anticipating  .  his allegiance to his brothers getting in the way of his moral standing  .  of course ,  there would be those that couldn’t understand his mindset  .  paul just doesn’t want anyone to die  ,  this isn’t a war and casualties are NOT necessary  . blue eyes are wide and red tinged around the edges as he tries to hold back the tears  .  his heart is huge and so are his emotions  .  “  i would have never asked you to  . but this is my family  .  i’m being forced to make an impossible decision  . . .  i don’t know what to do  .  “ 

      A sliver of sunlight through the slightly cracked curtains hitting her honey brown back is what finally woke the woman from her deep slumber. She was sprawled out over her lover whose toned chest rose and fell with every sleeping breath he took. His arms were wrapped around her torso protectively and held her close to his chest along with the satin sheets that covered their bare bodies. It didn’t take long for the events of last night to fill Vera’s mind as jade eyes studied the position they were in. Never had she felt so exceptional, valued, and worshipped as she did last night while in bed with Issac. Sitting up so her forearms were on his chest, the criminal leaned over and placed soft kisses trailing from his chest to his lips.  ❝ Wake up, sleepyhead. ❞ Her raspy voice mumbled against his lips. 

MERRY CHRYSLER 

   “Yeah?” he asked, his voice sharp, “S'funny, cuz' yer soundin' a bit DESPERATE there if yer tryin' t' compare me t' a man y' never met. I ain't a good man, I never tried to say otherwise, but I'd know. I saw my father swing a LONG  time ago. So, how ‘bout y’ try again.”

“     IT  AIN’T  MY  FAULT.     ”          his  protest  is  quick.   behind  them  stands  an  old  saloon,  absent  of  familiar  music  after  recent  events  transpired.   it  was  an  act  of  god  that  the  bartender  had  opted  to  see them  ran  out  of  town,  rather  than  getting  the  authorities  involved.  but  jack’s  knuckles  are  still  bloody  and  there’s  still  the  faint  aroma  of  whiskey  on  his  breath.          “    ‘sides,  y’ain’t  so  innocent  yourself, you  know?   so  i  don’t  wanna  hear  it.   let’s  just  go.     ”           @forgottengun  commented  for  an  unplotted  starter.

           eliot had been living out here for close to three years now. this place? his. he built it from the ground up. he was very proud of it. the cabin was far from perfect, nestled in the heart of the forest, but it was his. the first thing he’d done for himself, by himself, in a long, long time. the garden out back was expansive. he had carved out a little pasture for cal. the big black clydesdale’s  ears were flicking which told eliot exactly what he’d been suspecting. someone was heading into their territory.               he wasn’t big into guns, but around here, if you wanted to make sure your shit didn’t get stolen, it was best to have one. eliot put down his hoe and brushed the dirt from his hands before they curled around the hilt of the knife in his boot and the rifle he kept by the door. attentive eyes scanned the surrounding area before he pinpointed the intruder. just on the edge of the clearing. eliot raised the gun, fitting it to his shoulder where it belonged.               for a moment he debated a warning shot, but it wasn’t like he wanted to knock the man from his horse. and he didn’t really want to taint his reputation. eliot was a pretty damn good shot. “alright. tha’s far enough. state your business or get th’ fuck off my land.” 

I’M WEEPING OVER OUR BOYS AND MY LOVE FOR YOU. AND ITS JUST I’M SO EXCITED ABOUT ALL THE AUS AND STUFF WE HAVE PLANNED FOR THEM. 

its not right is it  ??  should he have done this ??  blue eyes search those of the other wondering if it's a mutual thought of mistake or if it's still a mistake should they make it  ??