#queuelicious

A new messiah(?)

DA: moonlightpigeon

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Oh Lord, heaven knows—                 We belong way down below.

Space is the breath of art~

This really wasn’t his sort of thing, this whole investigation thing– Jake was a lawyer, yes, but rarely did he need to go to such extreme measures to get evidence on someone. The only reason he had agreed was because it was necessary and, well, he didn’t really sleep anyways and this was a better thing to do with his time instead of slaving over papers at home or late into the night in his office.

      He didn’t have to lean over the bar, but he did, eyes sharp before he gestured at the little fuck that was on the verge of CAUSING PROBLEMS in his bar, ground rules had to be set. This place was old and so was Luciano, most of the creatures that came through here knew the rules, it was a sanctuary of sorts. Luc was far from a good guy, but the small corner in the world that he had, was HIS place and anyone who wanted to stay within the place had to play by his rules.

CLEANING OUT THE INBOX :’)

          Heat rose to his cheeks, flushing them for a good moment or two before Ethan backed down, swallowing hard before he tore his sharp and ELECTRIC blue gaze from hers. There was a chance he had gone too far, he was good at that, pushing things to a level he shouldn’t before he struck a nerve too much. Ethan had been that way since childhood, the person who had suffered it the most, his twin, had developed the greatest line of defense, of course, not everyone would dare douse the snappy little punk that was Ethan Bradshaw. He was more than just a spit-fire, he was dangerous in a different way. But that was the chance Elias would take when he would drench his twin.

         Backing off Ethan bit his tongue, which was something difficult for him to do, but it was ultimately the memory of his brother that threw him into silence. Straightening his posture he glanced down, pulling out his phone as if he’d gotten some important message, merely an excuse to calm himself and clear his head so he could think of a better reply than fuck you. “Yeah, sure, whatever you want.” His tone was a good measure lower than it had been a few moments ago, calming the charge within him.