#risquc

“tengo una pregunta,” nunca se ha coronado como simpatizante de la intriga ni de ahondar en detalles pertenecientes a día a día ajeno, sin embargo, es duda la que corroe toda la esencia taciturna. la efímera interrupción de soliloquio acaba siendo de utilidad para lograr aproximación, costumbre reluce cuando rodea el cuello ajeno con delicadas extremidades. “¿tu esposa realmente cree que inviertes horas extras en el trabajo?” inquiere con nulos ataques a su conciencia, aterciopelado el timbre que invade atmósfera en plena calma   ┊  @risquc​, basado en esto

rolland was aware that amelia had just arrived from work and typically he’d wait until a better time but he feels like ripping off the band aid to get over it. ‘so i’m going to start off with the most idiotic thing to say but don’t get mad,’ he says while holding aramis on his waist. eyes moving towards their other child who happened to be on time out. ‘venice hit aramis and he has a little scratch,’ he says apprehensively. // @risquc​

with a cigarette hanging between his lips he sat back on the chair in his office while his fingertips traced the curves of one of his girls that was straddling him, barely dressed and dancing her hips against his seductively. it was one of the pros of owning and running a few clubs around town and having strippers on your payroll. his gaze was all over the dancer, until he caught a glimpse of the female he was supposed to meet in a few minutes from now, suddenly standing in the doorway. “oh, you’re early.” travis remarked, adjusting his posture and grabbing the filter from between his lips. it took him a few seconds to wave the stripper off and as he waited for them to be alone a hint of a grimace appeared on his face, ebony hues focusing on his partner in business. “sorry about that, babe. have a seat.”

there was sweat dripping off of her body but yet no matter how many times she performed the routine in front of the mirrors, there was always something missing. groaning and practically throwing herself on the cool wood floor, she whimpered pathetically. “i don’t know what i’m missing and i’m this,” she held one hand off the ground with her fingers inches apart, “this close to losing it. nothing looks right and this has to be perfect!”

tapping his fingers along his upper lip and giving a mysterious hum until they turn around. dawson was no stranger to helping and genuinely taking care of a drunk girl but she’s awfully talkative and amusing. ‘you’re really a handful wasted, anyone tell you that?’ he chuckles, but hopes it doesn’t seem like an insult. pulling her forward and onto his bed but so she can rest and feel comfortable, he shoos his dog bentley away while his eyes lay back on her. ‘atta’ girl, you just stay there.’ // @risquc​

majority of the time, mavery was one hundred percent for his dimples and expressions but currently she wants to smack the look off of him. ‘you can’t keep doing that,’ she bursts referring to the same look he’s gotten down to perfection. he’s been doing it since the first time they met but now she’s serious. ‘it’s smug and not okay with me.’ // @risquc​

as the both of them stumbled down the path to the stalls and tents that covered the grassy field, zephyr smiled widely. this was his first time selling at the market and while there was a thin layer of nerves there, most than anything they were excited. with five different homemade varieties of honey ( wildflower, peach, orange & cherry blossom, respectively as well as, lucky clover honey ) he was sure they would sell out in no time. “don’t worry too much about helping me out with the stand, go explore! promise me you’ll have a good time! plus when i’m done, i can join you!”