𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁

txt.punk    /     sent     –     i’m the brain, you’re the body so .... i gotta have the ideas.

                    it was the first time they shared an intimate touch and pete, deprived of love, deprived of attention, deprived of the hands of somebody who cared about him, he soaked up every second of it. not that he would ever admit that or show it even. it would be his own little secret. but when his palm pressed against her’s that was maybe even the highlight of his adult life. it was, until she slipped from his fingers quicker than he thought she would and really, the reason was so stupid. the situation quickly turned into a ridiculous demonstration of power from her father’s side and pete didn’t love it one bit. he’d never done well with authorities and his father in law would be no different. soon to be father in law.

                    with a massive sip the blond emptied his glass. he was done with the night. embarrassed in front of the elders and rejected by the woman he adored. a weird mixture of grief and rage thundered inside his chest, causing his facial expression to be blank and his body language to lack emotion. “you are correct. it wasn’t fair. but i appreciate the apology.” he did. truly. but it didn’t change the way he felt now. torn between wanting to feel happy that he owned her and anger that she refused him so much, blue eyes avoided her. 

                    the kiss to the neck tickled but she didn’t pull away. not when the way his beard scratched the sensitive skin there felt as good as it did. hm ... she remembered the exact same feeling on a different part of her body just a few hours ago and felt a smile coming to her lips at the memory. before she could dive into lusting after her man though, the blond brought herself back into the conversation. “you don’t like me because i’m a nice girl, idiot.” she teased. “and you only want to wrestle in the rain because you want to see me getting wet. but honestly? i won’t complain. because if i’m getting wet then you are too and that’s a sight i won’t complain about.” turning her head just a little bit, leah placed a kiss on his head, one hand coming up to start scratching his scalp with her long nails. “because the last time i accidentally left a mark on you, you claimed i was trying to kill you. you suddenly enjoy it again, mister?” amused slightly, she continued to watch the city in front of them.

                    part of him wanted to believe that he deserved the way she yelled at him. the other part felt treated with injustice. after all, it was out of his hand to be with her. he wanted it. but roman was the head of the table and he demanded kat for himself. so there was no chance for him and the brunette. and if roman just knew about what had happened between them? jey knew he’d be banned from the table. the same would happen if he allowed her to walk home alone. he’d been given the responsibility to take care of her when the older one couldn’t be here and he wasn’t about to break the rules again. with his heart heavy, he sighed, shaking his head, all of the usual playfulness and jokes were gone now. “i know that you’re angry. but you also know i can’t just let you ... go.” and the double meaning of that caused a sweet pain in her chest. “if you don’t want me to drive you i’ll have to call roman so he can pick ya up.” how ridiculous. like kat was a child. jey thought the treatment she was getting was stupid but it wasn’t his place to question roman’s decision.

                    he needed a bit longer than she did until he found back into the real world fully. for a moment the samoan allowed himself to just lay on his back and look at the ceiling of the bedroom. slowly, he realized that this had been his last night in this house for quite a long time. maybe forever. but the worry, he decided not to let it get to him. at least not as much as it was getting to kat. one of them had to keep a cool head and he knew she wouldn’t be able to do that. so, once he’d gotten up, brushed his teeth and splashed some cold water in his face he was ready to be her rock in the storm.

                    did the taste of the tea really matter to him? would he even be able to taste the taste ... probably not. because after the red liquid from her arm had spread on his tongue he knew that all he’d be tasting for the rest of his life was blood. the iron taste of it stuck on his lips forever. sharp teeth bit at the insides of his cheeks like it would change anything. with his head still far away, still clouded with worries and fears, rollins followed her wordless to the small space she had described to him. under different circumstances he would have described the guest room as dreamy. not enough to spend his life in forever but if he would have come here on a vacation he sure would have enjoyed the stay in the book shop. if only the circumstances weren’t as they are ... heavily, he sighed, stepping inside to come and sit down on the bed. a deep melancholia spread inside of him. already seth missed his old life, his home, his family. he missed how ordinary and boring each day of his life had been so far. and the knowledge of never regaining that hurt him deeply. sad eyes stared onto the floor, clearly distant and detached from reality. “thanks for letting me stay.” he choked out, not sure whether he was yet ready for the conversation the needed to have. 

                    kota liked to think he was a fair man. a forgiving soul. the countless times he had forgotten about kenny’s betrayal were just one piece of proof to that. but maybe it was exactly that, the fact that people knew about this character trait of him so well, which caused him to trip yet again. azin just like anybody else knew, he would easily forgive. a bitter realization which caused a taste of bile on his tongue.