#rapdfires

【 ♡ — THERE WAS nothing too perceptive about blake because he wasn’t someone who could easily understand what the other was thinking. the truth was that sometimes he didn’t even know when he was inconvenient and this all happened because he wasn’t very good at reading someone else’s features. however, this didn’t happen with charlotte as much as it happened with others. whenever bad something happened in her life, he always knew when it happened. perhaps it was because they knew each other for a while or only because his heart cared for her so much that he just knew it, but it was a fact that she was different from everyone else in his life. hands on the steering wheel while driving with no destination in mind, he took a quick look at her to make sure that she was alright. his worry was ready to come out but he also didn’t want her to feel pressured at telling him what was going on, so he decided to keep the words to himself and turned to look ahead again.

              ‘  you’re  JOKING  right  ??  she means  n o t h i n g  to me.  ’

                                                                                                                               ( @rapdfires​ )

SAGE: i found this beauty two days ago, freezing SAGE: so i took her in SAGE: JUST LOOK WHAT A QUEEN SHE IS SAGE: i’m so mad @ whoever decided to throw her out :(

leaning back against the bar, niko brings his glass of whiskey to his lips, eyes scanning the people around him. before long, they land on someone not too far away from where he’s stood, looking a little lost and more importantly, on their own ( though of course, that could just be temporary ). still, he makes his way over to them, soft smirk on his lips. “ come here often ? ”

     her eyes are staring intently at the fairness of her wrist, the pads of her fingertips gently brushing over the visible veins there. her mind at work with a bright idea that she turns to the other to voice, “should we get matching tattoos?” her eyes don’t remain on them for long as she lifts up her wrist for them to see, and her finger drum against the area she wants to place the tattoo. “i think it’d be cute.” she goes on, and the more she thinks about it the better of an idea it seems. her drunken mind completely taking over. “yeah..! we should get matching tattoos!”