The sun hung lazily within that too blue sky, a sky which did nothing to touch the true beauty of the desert sunlight—the way of life from before, and Ike scowled up at it. A poor imitation of so much more, a reminder of what had been to a woman who cared far too much for someone who ‘couldn’t care less’. FUCK. Yes, that was her flaw, that one thing which seemed to cling to her chest, the way she yearned for home—the way she missed the desert heat, a flower seeking out that spectacular sun—or the brightness of that unalterable moon.
The moon—yes the night, that was perhaps the part she missed the most. Those evening stretching out within her memory—explosions of stars and boisterous laughter. Music and gun fire. Of cries for mercy. Theirs had been an existence so akin to the wild—survival of the fittest, and they had been as such. A family of strength, truth—yes, they worked for what they had, and took what they wanted. That life of power—of continual seeking—a life worth shaping until one bite had carved it down. But had it? No there was still so much more to be had—found—taken.
Such thoughts sat primed within her head as those dark hues darted about that deserted parking lot, finding the cracks within the pavement—those metal tombs of individuals unlucky enough to find themselves trapped within their cars. That store which reared up its ugly head from the center of all that asphalt—empty perhaps, but maybe—Such thoughts stopped in their progress as her steps slowed, turned silent at the outline of the man. Shadowed by the overhang of that small shopping center. It was too late to hide, she knew that—not mention the fact that there was no where within that barren place, and so she simply took another step. Bravado bolstered by memory and a heart long since steeled. Hands itching to reach for her pistols—her knife—
PERSONAL SPACE and bartholomew knox were two entities that never mashed well together. the large, muscular man had little regard for other people’s MARGINS, for what their boundaries were. the nature of contact often changed; from sheer adoration, to THREATS, to breaking someone’s nose or twisting arms. in essence, the result remained the same: barry had no respect for limits; for those carefully set fences people placed around their homes, their hearts. he’d smash it all down and do as he liked. he was PASSIONATE, and men as fervent as he was showcased the entirety of their sentiments in tidal waves -- in TSUNAMIS.
anger? oh, that one was easy to tap into. one wrong look at the bar, one FOOLISH comment and already barry’s fists would connect with a face. warnings? whispers against ears, threats hidden behind soft words -- ‘ touch my sister again and i’ll break both your arms ‘--; his ultimatums were NEVER in vain. never a GAME. he meant every syllable. VEHEMENT man; always quick to react in whatever way his tainted heart pleased. AH, but that tainted heart was showered with affection where it counted, where it mattered. family was everything to him, and he gave a rat’s ass if they were having a bad day or hated his large arms around them; they’d get an embrace regardless. no -- personal space was not a concept bartholomew understood.
an approaching figure distracting him from the disgusting blue liquor in his grip, on his tongue. he PREPARED himself for a quarrel ( the excitement he felt at that should’ve made him feel ASHAMED, but shame was another concept that slipped his comprehension ). the ELATION he felt was short-lived; replaced by something far less sinister. replaced with TENDERNESS. as the figure, cat-like and ready to pounce -- oh, he expected nothing less of dear ike --, approached, that warmth in his belly only grew. the drink slipped from his grip, and even the shattering glass and blue liquid that splattered onto his clothes couldn’t make the man lose FOCUS. ike -- IKE. a grin spread across his face. “ leave it to YOU to make me spill my drink, “ he muttered, closing the distance between them. “ hope you don’t plan on murdering your BROTHER before he gets to hug you first. “ no waiting for a response -- barry wrapped his arms around irene in a heartbeat.
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