#unpredictableavenues

    “ I’m gonna’ get my phone out, send this shit to Alien so he can put this up on Worldstar. ” Roman, after setting his orange juice down, arches a thick brow towards Jordan. There’s truly no better way to end a long night of clubbing — he’s living right now. “ Take your heels off so I can carry them when we’re running. ”

   gambit matches were a ride, she didn’t have to hide who she was during them because no one would look twice at a warlock wielding the light in such a way. still, she doesn’t expect a visitor afterwards and her brow raises.  ❛  cayde,  you’re  not  supposed  to  be  here.  ❜  as if it’s stopped him before.  //  @unpredictableavenues  ;  didn’t ask for a starter but got one anyways.

❝  you  can  read  the  newspapers.  ❞  she  tries  to  keep  her  voice  steady,  even  if  her  hands  are  already  trembling  under  his  questions  /  she’s  never  understood  reporters,  she  never  liked  them  prying  into  their  lives  as  if  their  feelings  didn’t  matter.  ❝  i - i  already  told  everyone  e - everything  i  remember.  ❞  and  it  never  mattered  because  they  NEVER  believed  in  her  words.  no  one  did.  no,  that’s  not  right.  daddy  believed  her,  he  always  did  after  that  night.  she  should  call  him  soon.  ❝  i... i’m  sorry  i  c - can’t  say  more.  ❞

❝  kenzi, it’s three in the morning !   WHAT the hell is going on down here ?   ❞         /        @unpredictableavenues

❛          last time i checked,  you’re both pretty quick on the draw with that one——     considering neither of ya were complaining too much when you were scootin’ up with me under the covers.          funny how things work out in the end,  huh ?           huh ?          ❜

           ❛          are you done ?           ❜          the annoyance has been leached from his voice,  exchanged for a playful quip that lifts his brows and curls his mouth.          but he can’t help but think how the scene looks   ;   a poorly devised caricature of domesticity,  housewife fixing up her husband’s attire before he goes to work.           he shudders unwillingly,  and heads for the door before she can see his eyes wavering.          ❛          stay out of trouble.          ❜

     Oh, psh! By now, he’s more than aware of what it takes to get him one of those sweet - ass Jordan-style kisses. He adores them ; appreciative of the way his mood seems to sky - rocket whenever they’re wasting time together. She’s a beam of light to him & it transfers through those simple cheek kisses. “ — One more, c’mon. Gimme’ one more. ”

     “ They keep staring at you like that --- I’m gonna’ sink my thumbs in their eyes. ” Curl of his lip alludes to a deeply-embedded nature that would love nothing more.