#solarcrafted

         ☾                      ❛   are you... sure you’re okay?   ❜   she’s probably asked him about twenty times in the last half hour, but there had been BLOOD & to katherine, that means something isn’t right, but she’s also never broken out of jail so she could be reading the whole thing wrong! a soft huff of frustration befalls the brunette and she pulls her knees closer to her chest as she looks out the window of the small cafe they’d pulled into to eat once they’d left the state. or rather, for her to watch him eat. 

                   headlights catch her attention and she watches the car pull in, an automatic shiver runs down her spine and she shrinks further into the large hoodie jon had let her wear. it wasn’t just that she was now his accomplice, but the bruises that still discolored her face were obvious warning signs for people to watch them & they were hoping for the opposite. this was probably one of the more dumb decisions she’d ever made, but this man had saved her life! he’d killed the man that had tormented her for years! she could just let him rot in jail, could she?

          ❛   so where are we..... gonna go form here? i have enough cash for stuff. made sure to pack it all. or at least, all i had left. the cops took what was his after all the shit happened. tried to tell ‘em it was mine but....   ❜

        ✘.   —   ❝ where do you think you’re going? ❞ jon’s voice was LOUDER than it was probably necessary. there was a hint of a SHAKINESS in his words, not clear whether it was a n g e r of fear, not clear whether it’d mean he was close to snapping or so calm that he couldn’t handle it any longer. the dirty blond pushed his bangs out of his eyes before stepping between kenny and the door that he was headed for. ice blue orbs pierced right THROUGH the other male, pinned him down to the spot that he was standing on. ❝ you CAN’T leave me. you CAN’T fcking walk out on me. ❞ the dirty blond took a step forward, breathing deep in an attempt to gain control of his own head. but, it seemed impossible. the voices in there were LOUDER, stronger than he could ever be, brought his hand up to reach out for kenny’s chin. fingernails dug into soft skin as he pulled the other male CLOSER until they stood chest to chest.

        ✘.   —   for a little bit longer mox STARED into his eyes before leaning in, nose pressed to said cheek now, inhaling the scent of the curly haired man as his own eyes fluttered shut. ❝ there’s no RUNNING from me, kenny. you’re MINE. right? tell me you’re MINE, baby. ❞ in contrast to before, his words were softer now, voice still shaky though just as the rest of his figure. a STORM was boiling up deep inside of jon moxley, a STORM he tried to contain but the both of them knew, eventually he wouldn’t be able to. 

Pain blossoms through each of his limbs, but it's quieted by the adrenaline in his bloodstream. With his new white strap craddled against his chest, like he's afraid it'll DISAPPEAR if he loosens his grip, Kota I.bushi feels like he could take on the whole world and BE THE LAST ONE STANDING. Though, that's usually what it felt like when facing the likes of T.etsuya Naito. Naito is mentally and bodily tough, resilient. He's an asshole who acts like he doesn't care but actually cares SO MUCH he puts his heart, body, and soul on the line. Kota ADMIRES him for it --- but he's still a pain in the ass.

With his new white strap pressed to his beating heart, Kota feels REBIRTHED. A golden phoenix whose found new life. Things aren't perfect. They haven't been for A WHILE - but the future looks bright. The future looks WHITE with pure leather around his waist. He's no idea where to go from here - but he knows he's not losing this title for a long, long time.

There's something buzzing in the air as he walks to the back. It's not the euphoria of a great match, or the general excitement of the night. It's different, it's aimed at him, and if he wasn't buzzing with his own brand of joy, he'd be WORRIED. It's been a bad night for LIJ all around, who knows what they'd be getting up to. EXHAUSTED, clumsy steps are taken into his locker room, and his curiosity is finally answered. Bright blonde curls, light eyes, welcoming arms - Kota's heart nearly beats its way out of his chest with how hard it's going. Kota FALLS into him. Sweat, championship, or exhaustion be DAMNED - he CLINGS to his golden lover, here and in the flesh. It's been so long since they've last seen each other, since they've last spoken, Kota worried it'd been punctuated with unwanted finalty. But he's HERE - Kenny's really here, even if it feels like a dream.

❝ KENNY-CHAN. ❞ He's choked up, words muffled into Omega's thick shoulder, refusing to move even enough to speak. Tears build against his eyelids, slipping through the cracks, and he squeezes them tighter. He doesn't want to cry, but he's already so OVERWHELMED, overcome with emotion. ❝ Kenny-chan, I've missed you so much. ❞ He finally leans back, both hands framing the side of Kenny's face, holding him still as eyes flicker over his features. He looks healthy and happy - Kota's so distracted by how good he looks, he almost doesn't catch himself leaning in for a kiss. But he stops close to Kenny's mouth, and makes up for his fumble by resting his forehead against his partner's. ❝ What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me? ❞

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@ofgrief

It smelled like victory. Sweat. Blood. Fear. Thick, roiling fear. And… Anger. The crowd roared around them. Their approval rang in his ears and shook the very ground beneath his feet. The broken man sprawled before him was all he needed to see. They wanted a show. He wanted to send a message. They were not mutually exclusive. And after the disrespect from earlier? Well. It was a just deliverance. Right down to rubbing salt in the wound. He drew his thumb across his throat in what would be a soon-fulfilled prophecy. A flicker of motion- He turned– SLAM. 

McIntyre hit the mat so hard the floor shook. He stayed down even as Reigns sprang to his feet with a triumphant howl, burning excess adrenaline in his celebration. The Undertaker took his eyes off of their felled quarries to lock eyes with the younger man. Light stared to dark and in that moment, an exchanged nod, a silent show of gratitude and solidarity, bridged the gap between the two extremes. 

Well, damn. 

  solarcrafted  Kane: Don’t kick...

cody, too, can do a lot of things, but being straight is not one of them. would a straight man care /that/ much about his personal hygiene? KSHFDKFDHJ

  Kane: Don't kick Cody's face. It's one of the only...

cody and kane: the Sometimes heterosexual life partners

star wars starters

He frowns at the mirror, then shakes his head and looks away. A muffled scoff exits from behind the mask. He takes a few paces away to fiddle with his glove. 

“Yeah.”  He scoffs. “Right. They’re deceiving me.” He’s restless. Agitated, and it shows in the way he moves. He can’t sit still. He moves to adjust his mask, then turns back to Cody and instead harshly gestures in the air. “What about everyone else’s eyes?! Are they lying too?! And what about the cameras?! The footage, the-!” He grits his teeth. Tries his best to keep the temperature down, even though he can feel it rising. 

star wars starters

He nods very solemnly. He knows how important Star Wars is to Cody. And, hell, he likes it, too. He can’t believe how much he’d missed, down there. It was amazing. It was daunting. It was almost frightening. It was a lot of things. 

It was not discouraging in any sense, at least with regards to their current activities. Nothing could stop them. (Nothing, except the far wall. But neither of them care.)

And so, with one last glance towards the empty, freshly-waxed hallway, Kane launches Cody’s X-Wing (a stolen food cart from catering) at full speed.