#lawhurt

its summer , blazing hot outside as the sun beats down unforgivingly . it's never mattered much to beezy , though , who is absolutely determined to enjoy the weather in the pool . jamie was busy but she'd managed to harangue him into joining her outside , albeit reluctantly . he's hardly even paying attention to her , but that's okay ---- she doesn't really need that right now , just wants his company . his work laptop open as he slaves away doing .... something , beezy doesn't fuckin know what he does , really . she's been spending afternoon jumping in to retrieve dive rings she's been throwing , floating & splashing around , the cool water soothing in the persistent heat .

but now she's bored , pulling herself out of the pool & flopping on a lounge chair beside jamie , dripping water everywhere as she does . it's the first time he's actually seen her up close since he came out here , and definitely the first time he's seen so much of her bare skin . it's littered with marks , some more prominent than the others : faint lines from knicks & grazes along her arms & legs , with jagged , raised slashes across her belly & chest . she's not self conscious about it as she used to be , so when she catches his gaze lingering on the scar directly between her ribs she just strikes a ridiculous pose in her little bikini . ' now's the part where you say something about how sexy i am so i don't feel like you're ogling over the fact i was a knife - block in a past life . '

❝        you’re  a  goddamn  fool  for  doin’  this  without  a  plan  .      if  i  was  you  ,      i’d’ve  been  outta  here  ‘fore  he  hit  the  ground  .        ❞        he  gestures  to  the  bloodied  mess  at  their  feet  .      from  the  looks  and  smell  of  things  ,      this  man  has  been  dead  for  a  little  over  a  few  minutes  ,      yet  here  jamie  is  ,      still  quivering  and  shocked  and  unmoving  .      and  here  arthur  is  in  the  now-shut  doorway  .        ❝        you’re  lucky  i  ain’t  the  law  .      they’d  lock  you  up  before  you  had  the  chance  to  explain  yourself  .        ❞

arthur’s  gaze  settles  on  jamie’s  expression  .      there’s  no  mistaking  the  hesitancy  and  the  fear  behind  his  eyes  ,      the  trembling  in  his  fingers  and  in  his  tense  shoulders  ,      the  uncertainty  in  the  voice  that  shivers  its  worried  delivery  .      this  is  clearly  not  a  man  suited  for  brawls  and  quick  murder  in  the  way  arthur’s  company  is  .      this  is  not  a  man  who  would  survive  most  sideways  looks  ,      the  way  he’s  shaking  like  a  leaf  .      the  barest  wind  would  knock  him  right  off  the  branch  and  tear  him  to  shreds  before  he  hit  the  ground  .

arthur’s  nose  twitches  .      ah  ,      he  knows  what  he’s  about  to  say  ,      and  he’s  already  disappinted  in  himself  for  it  .        ❝        next  time  you  think  ‘bout  doin’  somethin’  like  this  ,      you  better  reconsider  .      you’re  a  sheep  in  wolf’s  clothin’  ,      partner  ,      ain’t  two  ways  about  it  .        ❞

kneeling  ,      he  yanks  an  arm  up  over  his  shoulder  ,      tugging  the  rest  of  the  body  along  with  it  until  he  has  it  slung  over  his  shoulder  like  a  sack  of  potatoes  .        ❝        you  want  guidance  ?      you  stay  in  here  and  you  make  sure  you  get  as  much’a  that  blood  cleaned  up  as  you  can  .      i’ll  make  sure  this  is  gone  ,      and  then  i’ll  come  back  for  you  .      you  understand  ?        ❞

@lawhurt. / continued .

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wrapped meme / accepting / 53: before the breakdown, we a.re the ti.gers

Ollie glances briefly at Jamie before looking away again, a small chuckle. A rare quiet moment for her, or as quiet as it gets for her. After a show, broken off from her band mates. She's not exactly sure what got her talking not that she's ever been particularly great at not talking. Still, her somewhat somber mood is reflected in what she's saying, even if there's a small chuckle before she speaks. "You don't know who you are until you hate yourself."

what's our christmas tree topper getting @lawhurt for the season !!!

snoopy mittens that she made herself !!! they're very cozy. please hand-wash only and air dry ... and please keep them safe she has a personal attachment to these mittens ... because they are so cute ... she will periodically ask him how the snoopies are doing ...

mrs fieldmouse teapot. darby has some really incredible antique and thrift stores! she found this one on deal.

cat tape dispenser. for his desk!!!!!! she thought his office could use some brightening up because its so - lawyer. if he puts this cat tape dispenser on his big ag desk, then everyone will know that while he means business, he's a really nice guy!

      For   all   his   years   of   this   work   ,   it   was   THIS   that   never   seemed   to   stop   surprising   him.    That   moment   when   one   of   them   showed   genuine   concern   for   the   foreman.    The   arrangement   between   Rip   &   John   had   always   been   a   simple   one.    One   of   the   thing   he   liked   about   it.    There   wasn't   much   to   be   confused   about.    John   Dutton   had   given   him   a   second   chance   …   Working   off   that   debt   had   always   been   second   nature   to   Rip.

A    government    office  was  the last place a creature-girl like her should be.   She knew that, and Micah knew that, but nobody else seemed to pick up on it.  Abra wished someone would, sometimes    —    it   was  an   ambigious   existence    she  had    been  born  into,     equal parts strange and sadistic.     She   doesn't  necessarily  hunger for an escape but something different.  It    was   rare   that  Micah left her alone,   as well,   but he couldn't always drag her into meeting rooms    —   for  posterity,  Micah  would  say.   She  wasn't sure,  really,  what it meant. 

But   she  takes  her  moments of freedom where she can.    Rare  —  but  coveted.   Human  interaction  even  more  so.   Even  these  uninteresting  legal  jargon  papers  seem  more  interesting  than  being  told  to  march  back  to  the  hallway,   where she should be waiting for Micah and working on a   "book report."