#wolfled

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

javier's own revolver is secured higher than usual so that it is hidden fully underneath the short blue charro jacket. red and yellow poncho layered on top of it, he doesn't look like your typical highway robber, more like a colorful, eccentric vigilante straight out of some swashbuckling and romanticized joaquin murrieta tale! this is every bit intended. let their victims be confused by the distraction until it is too late.

he is much too excited about this, hand pressed firmly to john's shoulder and the ghost of a grin upon his lips. the coyote showing the little wolf how to rob and plunder! how to make an art of it, a show! so far, his friend has not embraced the craft as it should be, javier thinks. hasn't experienced the thrill that can be felt. and with these two, this can either go very good, or very bad. there is no in between. " — you got everythin' ? "

it takes every inch of his hard earned self control not to lash out at that, instead he clenches his fists hard behind his back. his nails are too short to cut into the palm, but it's a damn near thing. "he ain't dead." tim's voice is sharp and brittle, a knife that's only got one good stab left in it before it shatters against skin. the body in front of them, no the fucking person in front of them, is still breathing. tim sees his chest rise, he didn't know the guy well but he'd killed enough people in his short time to know a kill shot when he sees it.

angst ! / @wolfled

" hmmmhh, just... just please don't touch it, john... " he groans as he makes a feeble attempt at swatting the other's hand away from the gaping wound at the side of his neck, though ends up swatting at the air instead. the bullet must have missed the closest mayor blood vessel by, what? half an inch maybe? an angel, or god himself, must have thrown himself before javier to be so lucky. he releases a long, exhausted sigh that has been held back since morning. or the late evening of yesterday even, when they'd constructed this stupid little plan for today's shit day. better to just stick to dutch next time.

it  doesn't  surprise  arthur  in  the  slightest  that  his  little  outing  with  john  had  turned  into  such  a  sticky  ordeal  .      of  course  ,      he  won't  ,      at  the  moment  ,      admit  aloud  that  he  thinks  john's  snide  comments  at  the  heckler  in  the  saloon  had  been  warranted  ,      or  that  he'd  been  rooting  for  john  once  the  crowd  had  turned  on  him  ,      or  that  he'd  flinched  when  he'd  seen  that  fist  collide  once  ,      twice  ,      thrice  with  the  younger's  face        or  that  now  ,      a  mile  out  from  town  under  the  fierce  midday  sunlight  ,      sat  cross-legged  in  front  of  john  ,      his  kerchief  stained  with  marston's  blood  and  his  short  jar  of  ointment  sat  open  on  his  knee  ,      he's  intent  on  making  sure  he's  okay  ,      unbloodied  and  disinfected  and  wrapped  up  as  he  can  be  .    

the  situation  ,      still  ,      is  at  least  a  little  amusing  .      not  so  much  that  he  takes  pleasure  in  seeing  john  having  the  snot  beaten  out  of  him  for  his  big  mouth  .      but  sometimes        thinks  the  older        the  kid  really  deserves  it  .      grown  man  even  as  he  is now  ,      arthur  still  senses  ,      in  john's  sharp  words  and  even  sharper  sideways  looks  ,      the  soul  of  a  child  ,      ripping  and  raring  at  every  dissenting  opinion  thrown  his  way  .      there  is  an  easiness  in  his  aggravation  towards  strangers  that  arthur  has  never  possessed  ,      and  likely  never  will  .        ❝        you  might  wanna  read  the  table  next  time  .      make  sure  the  lone  guy  you're  givin'  a  beatin'  to  ain't  gonna  have  four  or  five  buddies  helpin'  him  out  .      you  was  lucky  .      they  weren't  very  good  at  fightin'  .        ❞

@wolfled  .    ❝  easy  for  you  to  say  .    i’m  the  one  gettin’  beat  up  .   ❞

❝        and  you  gonna  continue  bein'  the  one  gettin'  beat  up  unless  you  start  thinkin'  like  me  .      and  before  you  say  anything  ,      i  know  that's  the  last  thing  you  wanna  be  doin'  ,      but  i'm  just  speakin'  truth  .      you'll  get  your  ass  whooped  a  thousand  times  's long  as  you  keep  actin'  a  fool  .        ❞        he  clicks  his  tongue  ,      leaning  back  on  both  his  arms  .        ❝        you  always  been  too  quick  .        ❞

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