Marksman

James R Rook Brother Lover Friend Sniper on the Roof

[jimtrook-blog]

ofcessationroyalty:

“I am itching to hit you.”

“Don’t be like that. What are you doing? Can I help?”

[ofcessationroyalty-deactivated2]

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Katerina said as she rolled her eyes, her arms folded over her chest. “Or should I have to threaten to kill you to leave me alone as usual?”

[jimtrook-blog]

“Well, I was going to offer to help.” He shrugged. “Come on, you know that never works.”

[nicoletteblackwood-deactivated2]

“I don’t have time for your nonsense,” Nica sighed, leveling an unamused gaze on the other. “If you have something to say, please do so or get out of my way.”

[jimtrook-blog]

“Can I buy you a drink?” Jim smiled his best shark-toothed smile.

[ofcessationroyalty-deactivated2]

“Don’t even think about it.” Katerina said, her guns pointing to two pointless looters trying to make peace by purging. “My bullets aren’t made for you but I can make a few exceptions. Leave. Now.” She commanded. Katerina rolled her eyes when the two attackers ran away with their bags of stolen items and she then turned to her fellow Cessation beside. “Gather any Revelation you can get your hands on. If they’re too much of trouble, kill them.”

[jimtrook-blog]

Jim was in his happy place. Guns blazing, a tight knit group watching his back, all laws abandoned in favour of mob mentality. He felt like a kid in a fucking candy store. When Katerina spoke, he favoured her with a salute.

[jimtrook-blog]

quentin-flores:

“Didn’t realize we were that far yet, but alright…” Quentin glanced over at the man seated beside him at the bar. Slightly wary of his enthusiasm, he decided to play along for a time. “You got a name at least?”

“As I said, aggressive.” He chuckled. As the beers were placed in front of them, he took a long sip. “James Rook. You can call me Jim or Jimmy or something if you want.”

[jimtrook-blog]

quentin-flores:

“That’s something even sober me can’t say ‘no’ to.”

Jim gestured at the bartender. “When you’re new you need to be a bit aggressive with friendship.”

[jimtrook-blog]

thehotblackwood:

“Me?” He laughed lightly. “I told you my safe word before my name. How rough do you think I like it?”

[quentin-flores-blog]

“Right. Well, whatever you meant, I’m going to have to pass on both of those.”

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[jimtrook-blog]

“Can I get you a beer instead?”

[quentin-flores-blog]

“You want me to do what?”

[jimtrook-blog]

“No, sorry, I should have been more clear. A blowjob is a drink.”

[mamaeris-deactivated20170107]

Eris cocked a brow at the slip, more in amusement than shock. At this point in his life, she believed herself to be entirely beyond shock. “Accidental slip or poorly suppressed desire?”

[jimtrook-blog]

“Tonight, I’m just tired and drunk.” He sighed. ‘Although, I do like me some cock.” He winked. “Pussy’s great too.”

[atalantaa]

“Still at it again, I see.”

[jimtrook-blog]

“I’m always at it.” He smiled. “Although I’m not sure which it you’re talking about.”

[lavncelot1-deactivated20170507]

a savage a n t i n o u s

[queergraffiti]

“be gay. do crimes”

Marseille, France

[atalantaa]

“Hello there. What brings you out this fine Saturday night?”

[jimtrook-blog]

“The alcohol, mostly. The beautiful women, partially.”

[chesterbarnsley]

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[jimtrook-blog]

“What do you think?” He joked, before sliding to his knees. “Bottom. Always.”

[ofcessationroyalty-deactivated2]

“I lost my parents, I only had my grandmother, anyway. I do have a few cousins.”

[jimtrook-blog]

“I’m sorry. Did you know them?”

[mamaeris-deactivated20170107]

“I’d prefer to keep my will to live firmly intact, thank you.”

[jimtrook-blog]

“Choices.” He giggled. “At least I’m not drinking cock.” He stopped talking, then realized he hadn’t really finished what he’d been trying to say. “Tails. Cocktails.”