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The mood wasn’t exactly difficult to gauge. When Adam was low, there was no doubting it. So much about him changed, and it let Ivelisse feeling uneasy in a way that made her determined to fix whatever was wrong. Unfortunately, she already knew that was somewhat of a lost cause here. There was nothing she could do to make him magically uninjured again - nothing she could do to stop things from seemingly getting worse and worse as the days went on. Climbing up onto the bed, she stole a kiss against the corner of his mouth before shifting to sit next to his torso, a bent leg resting against his ribs, small hand on his stomach. “How was Jack about the whole thing?” there was no point in skating around the things that were bothering him; so she took them head on.

There was no hiding his misery. It was written plainly on his face. The kiss though did get a smile out of him, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. Eyes switched from that fixed spot on the ceiling to her face. He had one of those moments where it hit him just how pretty she was, and his expression softened a little more. “He was cool about it. Told me to just focus on getting better. That now I had more time to practice my Tekken skills so I stood a chance of beating him.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how ridiculous it sounded; his friend had done what he could to boost Adam’s spirits though. “It’s not like I could do anything about it anyway. Six weeks, now it’s going to be months.” He grimaced immediately at the thought.

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Hands grabbing for the crutches that Adam had ditched onto the floor near the bed, it still felt somewhat strange to Ivelisse for a pair to be around that weren’t actually for her. After all, she’d had her turn at them less than a year prior, and knew that they were one of the most miserable parts of nursing an injury - serving a constant reminder that you couldn’t do shit all, and that you were a slave to something outside of your control. “I noticed Broderick didn’t come back with you,” her voice was almost cautious - testing her boyfriends mood - and setting the walking aids up against the wall a small distance away from the bed, “He finally get kept back at the border?”

Not much affected Adam negatively - he had a way of looking on the bright side when it came to most anything. He usually had a smile regardless of situation. But the last prognosis from his orthopedic had left him in a funk he couldn’t shake. Crutches, the giant brace, being forced to vacate the tag titles, his position in Lucha Underground. All of it served to sour his mood. He had crawled into bed and laid back staring at the ceiling, deep in his own thoughts. Ivelisse’s voice broke through, but he didn’t move anything but his jaw. “Border control insisted he was smuggling a melon, although we told them it was just his head.” It was a joke, but it came in a flat delivery.

#fotos.

so.. what’s the most exciting thing you could do while hobbling? ;~; baaaah. YOU COULD LEARN TO FIRE JUGGLE! C: or just normal juggle first, maybe. do you know how to juggle?

i could learn? can you do it sitting down? maybe if i sat on a tall stool?

well.. what are you limited to? ;~; is it bedrest bad or are you allowed to be mobile?

No, right now, I’m fairly mobile. Brace on my knee, crutches if it gets too bad, but mostly I’m hobbling along.

..what have you been doing, since you’ve been hurt? maybe you need something to take your mind off it! ;~; it’s always hard to have nothing but an ailment to focus on…

Video games and rehab mostly. It’s just hard to work, wrestle or otherwise, when you’ve got a bum leg. What do you suggest?

well.. i dont think that anyone would blame you for feeling sad about it… injuries never come at good times, but you cant be letting anyone down by being hurt. :c is jack your friend? he should be most worried about you getting better.. everyone should! especially you..

Yeah, Jack is my best friend and my tag partner. He’s not sweating it, he knows that we’ll get the titles back and everything will be okay. It’s just me. I’m just bummed out.

…why is it the worst timing? you can’t saw it off! you’ll springbok again.

The injury came right at the beginning of LU tapings, and last night Jack and I had to vacate the tag titles down in AAA. I feel like I’m letting people down. It’s just upsetting.

but you shouldn’t bend it if it hurts :c

Right now I’d just like to saw it off from mid-thigh down. Worst timing ever.

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#memes.

Fuck this knee.

#open*

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#fotos.

juliaahr

Angélico is better than you, pt. 1

#fotos.

She muttered out a short moan against his lips with the first roll of his hips. Not to indicate that he’d found what he was looking for so quickly, but mostly in encouragement of his explorations, or whatever else you wanted to call it. Arms looping around the back of neck loosely, her own frame stretched out as much as she could for his own ease, chin tilted up into the eagerly returned kiss. And damned if her bodies immediate reaction wasn’t to feel like this had to be the first time in a long time, with that kind of need of her own running into the soft sounds she couldn’t help but make.

Forearms tucked beneath her shoulders, hands push long dark strands away from her face, bodies so close he surrounds her completely. Her legs at his hips, he pressed to her core before rotating his lower half once more. It was meant to tease her, but truthfully it was rapidly backfiring on the South African. He practically ached with need for her, cock hard and straining beneath the restraints of denim. The kiss broke due to a need for oxygen, but his lips remained on her skin, messy open-mouth kisses smearing along her jawline and neck. Everything he did smacked of overwhelming passion.

Allowing her hips to be tugged forward, Ivelsise was more than happy to use that to her advantage. Settling weight onto his lap, the squeezing of her ass had hips moving just slightly. Pushing back into his hands before dragging forward slowly, wiggling that tiny bit in an attempt to both stir up and feel him. One hand brushing fingertips up the side of strong jaw and up to where she could run her fingers through dyed blond tresses, hooded eyes closely watched his lips. That accent would get her every time without fail. “And just how bad do you need it?”

Instead of a verbal response to her question, he answered by holding her against him and rising to his feet, but only enough so that he could take control, putting her onto her back there against the cushions. His own long, lean body over hers. Immediately his lips crashed into hers, igniting a hungry kiss between them, as his hips pressed forward. A slight roll had him grinding into her, trying to pinpoint that hot spot between her legs that would send trembles all through her.