salem had become a regular around the men in the gym to the point that she had started to blend in among them, her slender figure overshadowed by her personality, almost turning her into one of the guys whenever she stopped by. however, that time was different, her strong step as she marched to the male she was looking for caused a couple of heads to turn, the male she knew wouldn’t be against her blowing off some steam with him, working as a buffer to keep her from actually punching someone who wouldn’t take it as well, even if he wasn’t the one testing her patience lately, or her disposition not to get into actual trouble, her sparring partner as he had referred to her before. ❝ medici ! ❞ she called, shortening his last name as she took a pair of boxing gloves to throw at him, her tone making it obvious she wasn’t there to mess around and roll on the floor trying get him into a headlock, that was a problem for a day she didn’t feel like killing someone. she climbed on the ring as she put on her own gloves, assuming marlon would follow after her, and without giving him much time to prepare she was already throwing a firm punch his way. ( @mvrlons )

typically, adelaide’s nights are spent curled up beneath her blankets, a magazine or book in her hands, music playing in the background ... it’s not an interesting life that she lives, but it’s one that she prefers. but when marlon calls, she’s almost always the first to answer. it’s more than obvious that he’s not worried about what happens to himself, and somehow, addie’s decided to take on that role. she’s not certain if she can call herself his friend, his mother, his nurse ... or all three. tonight, however, she’s decided on friend. that’s why she’d opted to bring a bottle of vodka along with the ibuprofen --- yet as they stand in his kitchen, marlon pouring them each a shot, she’s regretting the decision. it’s been ages since she’s had anything to drink, aside from a glass of wine with dinner, and she’s not sure how much nursing she can get done while intoxicated. she doesn’t argue as he hands her the glass, hesitating for only a moment before bringing it to her lips, downing it before she can think twice. her nose is immediately wrinkling as the alcohol burns her throat, a soft whine slipping past her lips as she shakes her head. ‘ how do you drink that stuff ? that’s nasty, ’ she tells him, pouting as she looks over at the male. ‘ how many of those do we need to do, anyway ? i’d much rather suffer through giving you a massage, or something like that. --- do you have any wine ? could i use that as a chaser ? ’ @mvrlons

stasia: i have gifts for them too :(

🌼  - instagram meme

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: de’ medici 💪- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: here- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: here- my muse’s last text to your muse: ❝ i can see you from the other side of the gym jerk, stop laughing at me or i’m kicking your ass ! ❞

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