a rebel without a cause

abel v. frost 26. alpha tattoo artist/boxer

[abelfrost]

inrains​:

jovi gives apollo a few pats and goodbye ear scratches before he catches up to abel. “isn’t what what roomies do? a couple of servers at the herring have roommates, and they’re always whining about rent checks and bills.” jovi’s never had a roommate. well, not unless he counts vesper and a few passing people inside the kam mansion whenever he didn’t want to be alone. but he never charged them anything, didn’t even think about it because he never needed the spare money. unfortunately ironic now. if he were in a better mood he’d laugh. 

“do you feel the inspiration? does my pain spark a bit of artistic desire? have at it then, michaelangelo.” jovi spreads his arms wide, “i am your canvas.” the idea of fresh ink does cheer him up. jovi’s always liked the needle a little too much. “you know what would do wonders for my mood?” he shoots abel a glance as a car pulls up. “some serious winnings down at your super secret private club. it’s been a while.” 

“Being actual roommates would require a lease and I’m not doing that.” The last thing he needs is any more paperwork in his name, let alone associate it with Jovi and tie him up in anything if something were to happen. “Besides, does it look like I’m in need of any extra money coming my way? Are you saying I look like a charity case?” He turns towards Jovi with a raised eyebrow as hey head out to meet the driver. “Be careful, I’m tattooing you later don’t forget.” He points his finger back towards Jovi. “Just don’t forget to keep the doors locked and Apollo stays in the living room at night. I know he’s a great cuddle buddy but he’s a guard dog first.”

A laugh leaves him. “When aren’t I feeling the inspiration? Though if you had a preference I suppose I could be guided in a specific direction.” Jovi’s glance has him trailing however and he knows that look far too well to think it’s anything other than trouble. Not that Abel dislikes that. “Oh-- Are you in a betting mood tonight, Jovi?” Abel raises an eyebrow. He hadn’t planned to fight tonight but if that’s where the other alpha’s in the mood to go he’d never turn down the opportunity to rile someone up.

[abelfrost]

disfunctionaltm​:

 “looks rough.” owen replies. “uh… no, i haven’t. if that’s the outcome, i don’t think i want to.” they shake their head with a frown. “not really into the whole violence thing. accidental or otherwise.”

“Not an easy to thing to avoid all together; violence. I’ll always commend a wolf that manages.” Abel gives a small shrug as if the topic was a frequent one for him, hardly disturbed at all. “Patience is a virtue after all.”

[abelfrost]

inrains​:

euan doesn’t miss how abel relaxes, easing the sharpness in his tone and scent. the air’s clearer, but euan keeps breathing through his mouth. “i don’t want to get rid of you,” he insists. “but  —  yes. secrets for secrets.” he’s grasping for straws, stepping out of what the moons would call acceptable. “the notes crossing my desk with your name on them? i can make sure they don’t cross another’s.” euan levels a look, “clearly i can keep a better secret than whoever you’re working for, and i have a lot on the line here. it may feel uneven now, but how long do you think it will stay that way for you, frost?” there’s only a slight pang of guilt, knowing he’s bartering with someone with a past like abel’s. working in his position has made him far too comfortable with corruption. “my word in exchange for yours to keep our mouths shut.”

He’s brave despite the lingering scent of nerves, and Abel can feel his interest peek at the omega’s words. Deceitful, brave, and willing to put it all on the line by making deals with the likes of him just to keep his image. Abel has to admit Euan already seemed to have all the qualities of the type of business partner his father was looking for. A brief notion of pity for the other wolf flashed across him before it’s shaken away with the reminder of the fact that this omega was still planning on marrying his brother. The mention of papers crossing city hall desks with his name on them was also a very convincing argument. “Fine.” Abel’s hands are shoved deeply into the pockets of his jeans as he takes his final step, a step back. “Then I suppose the next time I’ll see you will be at the wedding, Moon. Enjoy the festival.”

[abelfrost]

dynastiiq​:

“Yeah, of course. I thought this through!” A lie. Well, half the truth. Roman laughs, perhaps a little more than he should have. “Why do you think it’s for someone? Also, a little pain in the ass is nothing. In fact, go ahead and make it hurt as much as possible.” He follows behind Abel, watching as he prepares the tattooing bed. “Oh, I want it pretty. Let it serve more than one purpose. A crescent moon is sounding good to me right now.”

“Because no one gets their ass tattooed unless they’re slurring drunk, peer pressured, or it’s specifically to show someone else.” Abel ran his gaze across the other alpha with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “You’re not that drunk and you’re here alone so-- I’m taking my own bets.” Patting the tattoo bed in a coaxing manner, Abel’s beckon is also a warning as he revs the tattoo gun in tandem. “Crescent moon, left ass cheek. Got it. Last chance to change your mind.”

[abelfrost]

dynastiiq​:

“Very wise choice.“ Anastasia finally takes off her shades. “Right. Your business, or Frost business? Either way, best enjoy the little vacation.” She laughs. “Oh, of course it’s always some drunk. You think you got a shortlist of the best asses in town then?” When Abel talks about Jovi, she gives a thoughtful hum in response. “He’s adjusting, the Kleenex is a good idea. And the dog. Last I spoke to him, he said some cop’s been bothering him though.” She gives Abel a knowing look. “Might want to watch out for that.”

“A cop?” The word falls from Abel’s mouth like it’s sour and his eyebrows furrow. “He failed to mention anything like that to me.” Though really why would he have? A small tattoo shop on the pier was hardly something to raise eyebrows over and the cage fighting certainly wasn’t that illegal. As far as Jovi knew that was all there was to the tattooed alpha. “Let’s be relieved for the dog indeed,” Abel comments and thanks the she-wolf with a devilish smile as he holds his arm out for her to take. “Shall I buy the lady a sweet to show my appreciation for such watchful eyes?”

[abelfrost]

[ @ofwholesome​ || closed starter ]

Abel heads over sheepishly to the other wolf at a near jog, Apollo hot on his heels. “Sorry about that-- I didn’t even see you. Mix that in with a shit pitcher’s arm to begin with and guess I was asking for trouble.” He holds his hand out for the ball the other was holding. “It didn’t hit you did it?”

[abelfrost]

[ @forstarlight​​​ || closed starter ]

Abel’s thoughts are elsewhere as he looks over the horizon along the beach. It takes him at least a full minute before he notices that Apollo’s left his side to sniff at the shoes of another wolf. He’s not aggressive but Abel still gives him a whistle and the Doberman’s back. “Sorry about that,” Abel apologizes to the other. “He’s a good dog, but he has no boundaries.”

[abelfrost]

[ @disfunctionaltm​​ || closed starter ]

“What this?” Abel’s thumb comes up to rub at the bruised socket of his left eye, little more than a dull ache by now. “Job casualty,” he answers with a chuckle, and though that part is honest he turns the next into a joke. “You ever seen someone sneeze while they’re getting a tattoo? Not pretty for either of us.”

[abelfrost]

[ @dynastiiq​ || closed starter ]

Abel’s tired, having taken to sleeping in his parlor to avoid persistent phone calls from his family. Still he finds the strength to open the door to the tattoo shop with something that could resemble a smile-- If one squinted hard enough. “A bit early for a tattoo shop to be open. Is this an emergency?”

[abelfrost]

abel, eyes on anyone in town?

"I always have my eyes on someone; part of the job description. There is certainly one wolf who has my attention, for now. I’ll save them the indignity of sharing their name but the omega knows.”

[abelfrost]

have you ever slept with another alpha? if not, would you?

"I have not, actually. I'm taboo but clearly not taboo enough. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with it, but my lifestyle hardly leaves room for me to fret about bed-buddies. Maybe though, you never know. First I need to get the big baby alpha out of my spare room before I start thinking about anything like that.”

[abelfrost]

inrains​:

abel takes a step closer and euan remains rooted, watching with a hard expression. “do they? i’ve seen them. how kept can those secrets be?” abel throws a question, but the ceremony’s hardly the moment euan’s concerned about. he’s made it this far into the betrothal without setting off frost alarms. his lab-made pheromones are fine. if they pass enough for city hall, then they should pass enough for orion’s family. after the ceremony, however … “you think those records can stay hidden?” he quickly turns it back on abel, “all it takes is one curious detective or even a bored intern, and you and whoever pays you are screwed.” more fire and cinnamon. euan glares at the closing distance and snaps, “stop moving closer, and we can talk about this.” 

The alpha stops his pursuit forward at the other’s request, a smile gracing Abel’s lips at the sudden surrender. There’s a sour smell of nerves beneath the dim scent of honey and Abel does feel at least a little apologetic; perhaps he was pushing the omega a bit far. How he’d managed to get away with it this long both baffled and impressed Abel. “Alright,” he speaks again and his words are a little softer and less accusatory than they were before. “We can talk, but I don’t see how you’re going to swing this in your favor. Even with your little city hall tricks you might get rid of me but that’s just one piece of pie you’re baking.” Abel chuckles with a shake of his head. “So what is this? Secrets for secrets? Quid pro quo and all that. It’s still feeling a little uneven on the Frost end, Moon.”

[abelfrost]

inrains​:

the air is stifling with spices sitting heavy in the back of euan’s throat as he breathes through his mouth. euan drains the rest of the water bottle and stands to find a waste bin and walk some distance between them. “lying?” his nerves spike. euan turns to face abel again  —  meters separating them so euan can take in fresh air. clear his mind. further away, it’s clearer now how much he’s scenting. he catches a whiff of honey when he crosses his arms, defensive. “you’re bold. i didn’t think i’d ever see you since your family ignores you, but you make it difficult, don’t you? i’ve seen your rap sheet. i’ve seen your record, things that haven’t even made it to your record.” euan clenches and unclenches his jaw before he’s simply out with it, “i’m not the only one with secrets.” 

It’s about the same time Euan stands to throw away the empty bottle that Abel recognizes that scent-- Honey, sweet and sticky and omega. His nostrils flare with it behind the other wolf’s back and he’s back to polite smiles by the time he faces Abel once more. Arms crossed over his chest in defensive but not submissive manner, Abel can’t help the smile of amusement. Euan’s got it all wrong if he thinks it’s the family that ignores Abel, it’s more along the lines of Abel trying his hardest to distance himself from them but he feels no need in correcting him. He has the audacity to take a step closer as he stares the other wolf down. “The people who pay me do a pretty good job at keeping my secrets.” Another daring step. “You think those cheap pheromones will do you any good at the wedding?”

[abelfrost]

inrains​:

for an outcast frost, abel’s loud with his opinions about the betrothal. this isn’t the first warning, which only stirs euan’s curiosity. euan’s playing the alpha role so in an arrangement like this, he has all the power. well. the moons do, at least. but it’s abel’s next words that are more concerning. “i haven’t heard of it,” euan blinks. the sun beats down on his back like a spotlight. “orion’s the thespian, not me.” this can’t be an accusation, can it? euan stares in the face of it as he leans back, aware in how he needs to relax against the sourness rising in his throat. he has nothing to hide except everything. “why don’t you tell me about it? summarize the story for me.” mirroring abel’s position, euan tilts his head. drops his voice, “or is this another clue about orion’s audacity?”  

Abel watches with peeked curiosity as Euan starts mimicking his posture; wondering if it’s some way of reflecting and projecting Abel’s own dynamic. He’s certainly interested, but it’s not in this charade the omega’s trying to pull off. He takes a step closer and even though it’s not aggressive he keeps the air heavy with his own pheromones; fire and cinnamon surrounding him. “Well at least you’re not lying about that,” Abel points out with the raise of a single eyebrow. “I’m not exactly one for the theatre myself so-- Odds are it’s probably not a thing. Sounds like it might be an adult movie though.” A tsk leaves him as he shakes his head softly. “Now, now. Let’s not point fingers at my brother’s audacity. Something I’ve heard about stones and glass houses; not a good combination.”

[jsuh]

jaehyun // nct 127 ‘gimme gimme’ mv

[abelfrost]

dynastiiq​:

“Well, what am I supposed to wear? Sneakers?” Anastasia says it like the idea alone was preposterous. Wearing sneakers made her feel like a child, somehow. “Heels aren’t so bad once  you’re used to them.” When they were, Ana had numbing cream, but why admit that when she had an image to keep? “Why, thank you. I appreciate that.” And she does, truly. Some days she felt as if she needed reminding. Her eyebrows raise in amusement when he tells her what he’s been up to. “Sounds like a fulfilling job. Any notable ones you want to mention?” She chuckles. “As for Jovi, I’m sure he appreciates the help more than he lets on. I would have taken him in myself, but – it’s better that he’s staying with you.”

“I’ll leave all that to you.” Abel laughs, hardly imaging anyone getting used to standing on their toes for an extended period of time. “Let’s just both be thankful there’s no dress code for the festival. We get at least a week to relax before it’s back to business.” He offers her a smile at the thanks he receives, shaking his head slightly. “You know I always appreciate a good ass so the list might be pretty long; recently though?-- Some drunk.” There’s another laugh at the memory of it. “Well at least the dog likes him,” Abel comments with a sigh. “I just hope he snaps out of it soon and realizes he can do better on his own anyway. Still, I’m not holding my breath for it and I’ll keep the Kleenex well stocked in the meantime.”

[abelfrost]

inrains​:

“you’re an ass,” jovi says, more tired than angry. “i lost my home, my life, and you’re being an ass.” he doesn’t have the energy to explain himself. a half hour of furiously packing, tossing, and giving the neighbors a show left him drained dry. even worse  —  beau is set to arrive any moment. fuck. 

“have you seen our menu and prices? people fight for reservations during the tourist season, buddy, so don’t forget how lucky you are to have me around.” apollo jets through the door and jovi stops for a quick pat and some cooed words of love and affection. earns some finger licks and a sloppy kiss, and jovi will admit it’s some balm to the pain of his bleeding heart (wallet.) “ink?” jovi perks, more awake as he follows. “ink. i want a side piece this time. right here,” he points to his left ribcage. “do you have your portfolio in the car? something dark and tortured, like my emotions right now.” 

“You moved in knowing that, don’t say it like it’s new news.” Really Abel wants nothing more than to ask Jovi if any of that even mattered. It had been hard leaving his own family at first, losing the wealth and connections that came with them, but felt more proud than ever now that everything he had he actually worked for himself. Things would get better, even if Jovi didn’t realize it now.

Abel takes a moment to watch the interaction between Apollo and Jovi, pleased with how the dog had taken to their new roommate. A new concept for the both of them really. “I didn’t invite you in expecting money in return,” Abel reminds him with a soft tone. “But you’ll be on your own for dinner more often than not so let’s both be thankful for The Herring.” Taking another long swig from his beer he decides to call for a driver-- They both seem like they could use a couple drinks tonight and he’s in no mood for being stopped by the police. “My portfolio? And here I thought you’d just let me be creative.” He’s joking-- Mostly. “This is me trying to cheer you up, remember.”