Aug 15, 2017
A commission of their OC, for txrncoat . :)
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A commission of their OC, for txrncoat . :)
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@txrncoat liked for a starter.
“So I see you’re back for more....or is this something else?”
@txrncoat
raising the glass of whiskey to his lips, ryland takes a long swig of the drink. it burns on its way down, but he can’t complain; these days, he feels nothing more than the familiar burn of alcohol sliding down his throat. it’s a comforting feeling, he finds, especially after a day like today. caught up in his own thoughts ( those of which mainly entail how much he’d made today & how much he’d taken away ) he hardly notices a man sitting down next to him.
❝ shit, sorry.. you waitin’ for anybody? i can move. ❞
@txrncoat may not want the clown candy but @lancelotdaycare is most definitely on it
@txrncoat † starter * . ⁽ ﹠ ᶜᶫᵒˢᵉᵈ ﹗ ⁾
❛ You seem like a man that enjoys fine cinematography. Tell me , are you fond of the Master of Suspense himself , ALFRED HITCHCOCK? ❜
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has this been done yet? @txrncoat
@txrncoat // continued
❝ What, a ghost laying down? ❞
@txrncoat | closed
Three packs of cigarettes, two shots of whiskey, and an hour and a half of pacing the floor; arguing with himself over the validation of his gut wrenching worry. It took all of this just to get the redhead to pick up his cell and enter his contacts. Now staring at the familiar number he chewed on his bottom lip wondering if he should do this. No- he HAD to do this, he’d dug at his arms till old scars reopened as fresh wounds so it obviously wouldn’t go till he heard Dorrian’s voice. He hit the call button and waited on baited breath, one ring... two rings... finally as the call connected it seemed like everything even his own blood stopped moving for a brief moment. “Dorrian?”