#ofgriffith

for @ofgriffith​. 

❝ remind me again why you’re here and not, i don’t know ─ fading away in a random ditch somewhere? ❞ despite what his words might suggest, axel is not nearly as annoyed by griffith’s sudden appearance at his house as he could have been. that might or might not have something to do with the blood staining the special operative’s clothes, that lovely shade of crimson that he had grown to appreciate throughout the years. now, he may be biased, but he thinks it quite suits griffith. it’s a good thing vera isn’t home to see this, though. he can imagine that she wouldn’t be too happy. of course, that also means he doesn’t have to try so hard to play nice. his movements are precise and meticulous as he cleans up the gash on griffith’s side, a nasty stab wound. he wonders what exactly is the story behind it, but doesn’t bother to ask. is all too aware that a smart ass response would be the only outcome and he’d rather mantain this… friendly atmosphere. vera could walk in any moment, after all. ❝ my darling sister isn’t here, unfortunately. but that means you get your favourite hawthorne sibling ─ me. ❞

it’s a combination of her cheek falling from its resting place on his shoulder and the sharp intake of breath beside her that alerts her something isn’t right. at first, she freezes — taking a moment to overlook her surroundings for any sign of trouble, but there is none as far as she can tell. the moonlight peeking its way through his window is enough for her to see the way his pulse jumps in his neck, and she props herself up on one elbow, body turned in his direction, while she waits for him to say something. he doesn’t. instead, he’s pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and she watches his chest rise and fall slowly with each deep breath he takes. she gives him a moment before she asks if he’s alright to which he nods, muttering something about a bad dream --- something she understands all too well. he turns away from her just as she’s reaching out to lay a hand on his arm and she frowns at the missed opportunity to comfort him when he’s had to soothe her back to sleep in the past. but for once she doesn’t leave it at that. she shifts  c l o s e r  till her chest is against his back and her hand slips around his waist and onto his chest to HOLD him there. not that he’ll fight her on it, that much she knows. it’s a subtle thing --- affectionate and something they only share behind closed doors, but for the moment it’s worth it just to have him while he battles his mind for peace.

HE’S NEVER BEEN A FAN OF ULTIMATUMS or ---- if he were being honest ( the rarity ) , being required to do anything that was out of his realm of ... blatant desire .  there he stood though , a lingering set of eyes that trailed behind griffith fucking carlisle and every ounce of annoyance that came along with him .  ❛  i’m sure i don’t need to tell you this ...  ❜   the event they’d made way into wasn’t exactly the most .. spectacular thing , but the supposed target was already fairly drunk , and of course both had something to do with that . still -- he was unenthused by the situation at hand ,  ❛  but this doesn’t have to be an all night thing , now does it ??   ❜ @ofgriffith

    *•.¸♡    logan had been doing her best to stay out of trouble - with griffith standing in front of her at the trinity club, she knew it would never be that easy.    “ what are you doing here? ”    a soft smile is thrown in his direction, silk robe draped from her breathless figure, having just gotten done with one of her pole routines. / @ofgriffith

it hadn’t been hard to find griffith’s apartment ─ aside from this being valdez and the fact that griffith was also a savage, this is merely something that axel does. it goes without saying that his sister’s involvement only adds fuel to his fire. he knows that something isn’t quite right, can see it in her eyes without having to exchange any words, and it’s not only familiar, it is also consuming. besides, it’s about time he pays a visit to his favorite special operative anyways. when griffith walks in, axel had already made himself at home. if the irritation that he feels upon seeing the man’s face is any indication, this should be an interesting evening. unfortunately, he can’t give griffith all the credit this time around. ❝ sweetie, you’re home. ❞ he leans back on the couch, offers his usual smirk. ❝ i let myself in. you don’t mind, do you? ❞ he doesn’t wait for a response because he doesn’t care. ❝ hardly seemed fair that you had your way with my liquor cabinet and i hadn’t even had the chance to take a peek at yours. ❞ // @ofgriffith

vera doesn’t often ENVY his relationship with liquor --- the ability to relinquish all control to a bottle never quite appealed to her, except in moments like these. she had seen the half empty bottle when she’d arrived and she had stayed behind anyway, telling herself it’s to make sure he’ll be okay and nothing more. and she watches quietly from her perch on the counter as he drains the bottle to its very last drop over those few hours. it still takes some time after that before she succeeds in nearly getting him to lie down, but he turns to her just as they reach the doorway to his room. there’s a look in his eyes that she’s seen before and ignored, but he’s got her trapped. a hand catches him along his jawline with the intent of stopping him before he can reach her, but instead her head turns at the last second so his lips meet the skin below her ear. ❛  you don’t want to do this.  ❜ who is she trying to convince? her head and her hand shakes, even after she finds the courage to meet his eyes. ❛  you’re drunk and you don’t want to do this. i don’t want to do this.  ❜ it’s only then that his expression changes and vera knows she’s said the right thing. she knows because it HURTS and she hates the sigh of relief that leaves her when he pulls himself away without a single word wasted on her. she lingers in the doorway only a few moments more to watch his form sink into his mattress. it goes without saying that she won’t be staying --- not tonight. and maybe not for a while.