Ah, his favorite customer. Remi was an anomaly to most of the guys in the shop, but he always enjoyed it when she came in. Of course, she only ever came in when she couldn’t fix something herself, which was far and few in between. He more often saw her glowering from the doorway of a bar, someplace he couldn’t remember the name of now in the light of day and sober. He was all smiles for her when she walked into the shop, as he sat on a stool. “Remi, haven’t seen you in here for a while. What did you do to your beauty now?”
the sunlight dancing off her skin made cherry feel more radiant, as she grabbed the attention of a passing figure. “hey - fancy sharpening up your photography skills? i need some killer shots for a new post.” she holds out her phone expectantly towards the other person, with a small smirk playing on her lips. “if your post does well, i might even make your position temporary with all the perks.”
He wasn’t sure what was going through this girl’s head. If he saw himself walking down the street, he wouldn’t dare hand over his phone to himself. He raised his hands in a gesture of refusal, self conscious of the nicks and grease all over them. No point of scrubbing them until he got home. “Promise you, I have no photography skills to begin with.” He dropped them, laughing at her offer. “And I have plenty of work on my plate. Don’t think a girl like you could offer more than I’d charge for a new engine block.”
—— ✥ Focus was a concept that was hard for Brynne to retain. It came and went with her breath, but right now she really needed to pay attention to her work. Rather than being at home where all the distractions were impossible to ignore, she had ventured to a small cafe in town. With her laptop open, snagging some of the free wifi, she was researching venues in the next city over for a baby shower she had been hired to plan. Most of the mother’s family lived in the other town, so it only made sense to have it there. Unfortunately, she was have the opposite problem here than she was at home. She was simply too focused. She wasn’t paying attention as she reached forward for her cup of coffee, missing it entirely and knocking it over on the table. ❝ Shit, shit!❞ Some of it splashed off and hit whoever was walking by, and what remained on the surface started pooling toward Brynne’s computer. She hopped up from her seat, snatching her laptop up as well and looking around for some napkins, while simultaneously ignoring whoever the coffee had been spilled on.
Before he moved to Jericho he would have been caught dead before being found in a coffeeshop like this. It was kitsch, homely, goddamn picturesque. Tiny little cups of too expensive coffee to match tiny little tables that didn’t have enough room to hold nearly anything. Give him a gritty dose of black coffee in a cheap styrofoam cup that nearly melted in your hands from a street cart any day. He felt instinctively uncomfortable in here, prowling around with grease stains and a worn leather jacket. But that might have been from what was waiting for him in thirty minutes—talking with his ex and her husband about child payments. He had shown up early, looking to scope out one of the biggest tables in the joint, have too much coffee to try and calm his already jittery nerves. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, it was just he always hated talking money. He finally spotted a likely spot to hold such a talk, and was walking over when a woman he was passing spilled her coffee all over his damn leg. “What the fu-” The rest was bitten off in an hiss of reactionary breath. For just a moment, he thought, I’m burning again oh god oh god, before the wetness of the heat registered. “Watch what you’re doing, okay?”
:) do you have any fc suggestions for your poly pair? Or an age preference? Sorry if that’s too many q !
Hello darling! And nope, not too many questions! Forwarning, this is me talking about my own preferences, as I haven’t been able to catch Fawn yet to talk with him. Anyways here we go.
Biggest thing is the age range, as I think I would be more comfortable with fc in the 30-40 range due to both our characters being 35. As for fc: Golshifteh Farahani, Mae Whitman, Constance Wu, Dichen Lachman, Kristen Bell, Danai Gurira, Sarah Shahi, Diane Guerrero, Angela Sarafyan, & Maggie Q. Michael B. Jorden, Kit Harrington, Manson Dayal, Charlie Hunnam, Steven Yuen, Matthew Goode, Alfonso Herrera & Winston Duke. Those are just a few that come to me off the top of my head!
Cai, the bastard goblin, back with my second! Somehow this got so damn long rip ONce again, my d*cord is cai#8975!
* ♡ ˙ ˖ / manny montana + cisgender male + he/him. — did you know soto’s real name is carlos cabrera soto? oh yeah, they are a thirty-five year old mechanic known as the burnout that has been in town for five months. this bisexual aries can be dedicated + selfless, as well as cynical + impulsive. i hear their soulmark is a spring of lavender on the back of their neck, and their two soulmates look like any fc & ben barnes. engine grease smeared on a rag in a back pocket, bent paperback classics, and a cold mug of black coffee.
tw: fire, burns, depression, ptsd.
Soto was born in Texas, on the outskirts of Austin, in one of those rural neighborhoods where there’s more empty lots than houses and stray dogs are running around everywhere.
It was a freaking wonderland for a rambunctious little kid, he had a new dog following him every week and plenty of space to dig dirt forts. He grew up as the youngest of four, always trying to get attention.
For his fifth birthday he got his first dirtbike, a little toy 50cc. It was his first love in his life, far more important than any soulmark on his hip. (His brothers made fun of the little lavender sprig but his sister loved it) He spent every waking moment making ramps and racetracks, following his older brothers.
His attention seeking nature made him take bigger and bigger jumps, going faster and faster, and he eventually got into the junior racing circuit cause his parents knew he would likely do well.
Hill climbs, track racing, hare scrambles, speedway, motocross, you name it, he was in it. He eventually dropped out of school at 16 because he just felt like it wasn’t as important as racing to him.
Soto was a rising star in the racing world, getting contracts and sponsorships left and right. Eventually, he got into the supersport racetrack, and participated in the AMA Supersport Championship twice.
After his second Championship, he met a woman named Christy, who worked as an interviewer. It was only suppose to be a one night stand, Christy had a different soulmark, and Soto wanted to concentrate on his racing.
However, of course, it doesn’t work like that. Christy became pregnant and Max was born, and Soto became a father at 28. They stuck it out for a while, but ultimately, Christy left, because she wanted her soulmate, rather than a man who was distracted and distant from her.
It was his third Championship, when Max was three, when the worst happened. Halfway through the race, his bike wobbled and then crashed, exploding into a fireball that engulfed Soto. Rescue rushed in, spraying him with extinguishers and smothering the fire with blankets, but the damage was done.
Soto had extensive burns across his torso, and doctors weren’t certain he would survive. The accident was attributed to mechanical failure, but Soto knew he would never go back on a track again. His soulmark had disappeared under the burns, reappearing on his neck, now unable to be hidden. It felt exposed, and changed his regard for the soulmark.
Recovery was a long road, and Christy wavered in her level of support, as she had to protect Max. Soto took great strides forward, but fell back just as violently. Depression, ptsd, skin grafts, reconstructive surgeries, repeated upper respiratory infections, he traveled in and out of in patient and ERs on an endless loop. Each event took it out of him, and affected his son even more.
Christy moved to Jericho, as her soulmate had arrived in the little town and she felt that pull. Soto thought about letting her go, letting their son go to not scare him anymore with his father’s struggles. But Christy called him every night, telling him to move to the town because his son still missed him terribly.
Soto moved, finding the small town to be a good change of pace. He was surprised to find himself happy for Christy and her new husband, felt the most at peace he had in quite a while. He even set his hands on a motorcycle again, as he knew how to repair motorcycles with the best of them.
Now he works as a mechanic, and tries to provide as stable as a presence as he can to his boy, Max, who is now seven. He’s just concentrating on his personal life right now, trying to come to terms with everything that’s happened to him, and heal.
