#seesredd

[ txt ➜ dad ] hey, i know you’re busy and all, but i saved you and monica a good seat at my next fight. the one in savannah, it’s not that far.

[ txt ➜ dad ] you don’t have to, i know you’ve got other shit going on.

[ txt ➜ dad ] but, you know. the offer is there. just tell the guy up front who you are and he’ll take you.

          thumbs danced over the sides of his phone as he stared at the messages he’d sent hours ago, the ones that still just read as ‘delivered’; it felt better that he hadn’t seen them yet. he was just busy, that was all. he was always busy.

          normally, today of all days, he could expect a phone call. it was his birthday, and jason normally called for a least a couple of minutes to catch up and wish his youngest well. a glance at the clock: 10:07. he still had time. he could already hear his mother’s shrill voice in his head, calling him out for expecting anything of his deadbeat father. that bastard, that son of a bitch, he never gave a shit about you. roman had heard it all his life from them both, bickering back and forth until jason finally bailed on them. but, he couldn’t blame him -- the way he went around things was wrong, for sure, but he couldn’t imagine being married to someone like his mother. and monica was nice enough.

           a small inhale and his phone was pocketed, volume up, just in case. he had to stop watching the clock, find something else to do to occupy his time. maybe a run would help.

THERE was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what she was doing. the hand towel that was slung over his shoulder was lifted up in order to wipe excess moisture away from his neck. he rarely shaved his WHOLE face anymore, but did that mean he couldn’t stay clean and trimmed up? of course not. his eyes stayed trained on his wife, moving his gaze down her body, he found himself pausing. APPRECIATING. ( was it too much to say she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever met? ) ( he didn’t think so. ) SEEING as he had temporarily taken up the bathroom on their morning of getting ready, she had taken to fixing her hair up in the main area of their small hotel room. they were laying low. and it wasn’t exactly morning. the red letters on the outdated clock told him it was almost THREE. ( they had a long night. ) as his eyes moved over her frame, she made the mistake of showing him the nape of her neck. JASON loved all aspects of his wife’s body. he couldn’t pick just ONE he found himself overly attracted to ( maybe her lips? ) but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate them in full when they were presented to him. stepping closer, his skin still warm from his shower, he reached out and placed his hands on her hips. pulling her closer, the scruff of his mouth came down against her soft skin as he littered kisses over her nape, down her spine of her back cut dress. “you trying to temp me, mon?”

          sharing space had never been an issue between the two of them; quite the opposite, actually. they enjoyed being intimately close as much as they could, whenever and wherever they could. they showered together, slept together, anything they could manage. but when her buddy had a razor to his face and her elbows were going to be level with his hand, she’d rather avoid any resulting scenario. 

she’d seen enough of his blood.

          she hadn’t thought much of fixing her hair, slender fingers brushing through thick long locks and taking out any knots she could find. it didn’t take long for her to toss it all up into a messy bun, something with those perfectly placed stray pieces framing her face. the touch of her husband’s hands was always welcomed, bringing a light smile to full lips, head tilted just slightly to show him the angle of her jaw. 

like   a    fly   on   the   wall,   a   gentleman   clothed   formally   with   a   tinge   of    style   kept   his   close   eye.   whether   he   was   important   or   not   wasn’t   any   of   ash’s   concern,   but   what   did   annoy   her   was   his   obvious   lurking.   so,   as   the   night   went   on,   so   did   her   usual   task   when   on   the   hunt;    an   undetermined   time   stay   when   gathering    information   of   her   victim   and   the   surrounding   area.   her   chosen   target   was   an   unlawful   drinker   which   was    only   a   plus   on   her   end,   but   since   the   rather   dashing   fellow   seeming   to   think   his   own   examining   was   going   unnoticed,   she   chose   to   give   his   pitiful   skills   some   attention. 

erotic    tunes   boomed   and   rumbled,   causing   a   gradual   gathering   of   steamy    intimate    dance   upon   the   increasing   crowd   on   the   dance   floor.   perfect   opportunity   to   slither   her   way   towards   the   stranger   who   couldn’t   seem   to   remove   his   eyes   off   her,   but   who   could   resist   a   gorgeous,   petite    young   woman   wearing   a   dress   black   as   the   night   and   complimenting   every   single   curve.   after   the   sneak   was   a   success,    she    pressed   a   foot   up   onto   the   leg   of   the   chair   the   handsome   individual   was   sitting   in,    hands    grazing   up   the   broadened   chest,    finally   providing   a   taste    of   what    her   TEMPTING   mouth   can   give.   

ANYTHING for his darling. that was always the thought that popped into his head when that sweet little mouth prompted him something. he could do anything for her. nothing would touch her, he’d move mountains if she just ASKED. she didn’t even need to bat those pretty eyelashes of hers, but god did it fucking help when she did. at the current moment, he found those words starting to bubble up into his throat – wanting to assure her that he’d do anything she asked of him. BUT something else seemed to be bubbling out, underneath his hand. the warm and WET sticky feeling of blood soaking through his shirt was almost more important than his darling. almost being the key word. his eyes never left her, his gaze never broke – if anything there was an almost ADORING quality to the way he looked at her. as he bled out in the middle of a parking garage too far away from their safe house. “i’m awake, mon.” was his voice always that rough?

          seeing her buddy bleeding out helplessly with help nowhere in sight was what her worst nightmares were made of. small hands gripped his shirt tightly, an attempt to keep him up and against her instead of letting him rest back against the unforgiving concrete -- ignoring the sound of gunfire in the distance, the approach of god knows how many police officers, she had to get jason somewhere safe. somewhere where they could find help. 

five words / @seesredd.

          the last nineteen years of the life had been spent like this, working jobs, taking what he could get: at first, it had been the vulnerability aspect, hostage situations -- he was young back then, a child, and nobody ever expected a child. as he’d grown, he became a more dominating force, able to take anyone down hand to hand and fast as hell on his feet. unfortunately, he couldn’t outrun a bullet. 

i havent gotten to watch any matches except the end of one cause of work so idk who i even support :(