Poison in my Veins

Landon Reid. 33. software developer monday through friday. screen printer on saturdays. full time older brother to Sanem. Residing downtown.

[landon-reid]

A re-introduction of Landon Reid

*some things have changed due to his FC change*

Name- Landon Reid

Age- 34

Occupation- Software Developer/Screen printer

Sexuality- Bisexual

Used to love drawing & design until their mother died; gave up on the idea of being a designer and took a “safe” 9-5 job.

Will only freely design outfits for @sanemreid​’s dancing videos.

Sees in black & white, there is little to no grey area.

He has a pet bunny that he lets roam around his apartment.

He is one of those people that has his last name tattooed on him- located on his left ribcage with his family’s birthdays underneath.

Turned down large offers to design for high profile clients; slowly got into screenprinting and just designs merch for the local breweries.

Has an android phone.

No longer has the desire to travel because of his mother’s death; worries about his sister if she has to leave the town, let alone the state.

Wakes up from night terrors and sketches, though in the morning he has no recollection of anything ever happening.

Falls asleep to ASMR videos of bubble wrap being popped.

First “serious” relationship was at 33 with @oliver-jameson

His best friend is @rilesxjones even though he is not the best at staying in touch with her

If you’re lucky enough, he might show you a card trick or two...then ruin the magic by explaining how he did it

His guard is up 500% of the time, and it will take quite a bit before you move from acquaintance territory.

If you would like to PLOT:

You can reach me here or I am also on discord

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lilywhittaker​:

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Brown eyes darting between the hats, their glare landed on the man as he took joy in his behavior. “If you give me a moment, I can google the official definition of ‘immature’ for you,” Lily shot back, blinking at Landon’s reasoning for the game he’d started. “You’re in your mid thirties and you’re trying to antagonize your friend’s ex on social media. And you’re saying you’re doing this… to see if he’s jealous and comes running back?” It was as though she was trying to analyze Landon’s logic, and even his desire to see the outcome of this breakup. “And if he does….” she repeated, giving Landon a shrug. While Lily took Bash having not contacted her for her birthday as a sign that he was moving on, their last conversation had been pretty heated and it would be difficult to come back from that. “I guess he doesn’t,” Lily admitted regretfully, more to herself than Landon. “I’m okay, though. Or at least I will be. I’m in the most beautiful city in the world with one of my closest friends, and I just turned thirty. I can’t really be sad about that, can I?” As that statement had been made, Lily’s fingers darted between Landon’s headwear before landing on the black one. “It goes with anything, and it matches mine. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

Adjusting her own beret, Lily stepped out of the elevator and smirked at Landon. “Didn’t keep you waiting a moment longer than I said I would. We should walk, it’s only seven minutes and it’s such a lovely day today.” The fresh air hit her skin as she strolled with Landon along the Parisian streets, turning to face him. “I hope that this trip has been as therapeutic for you as it’s been for me, Landon. I know that we sort of booked it impulsively, but I’m glad we did it.” She wanted to ask more about Oliver, where the pair stood and what Landon’s feelings were towards the doctor, but she thought better of it. Instead, she brought up the common factor between them: “I hope you haven’t been keeping tabs on Sanem since we arrived, I’d like for her to enjoy her honeymoon without us crashing.”

The look on Landon’s face was smug enough that anybody would have paid to punch it off, let alone the look in his eyes that only glistened as Lily tried to work out his master plan. “Glad to see your comprehension skills are up to par, Lily!” he chortled, “Jealousy is an aphrodisiac. I would’ve thought you, of all people, would have been aware of that. Landon checked himself out in the mirror-- he looked good. Even though he and Oliver seemed to be in an okay place, he was still technically single-- there was nothing wrong with bagging someone while he was on vacation, right? Landon sighed as he caught Lily’s facial expression, but didn’t press for any more information. Besides, he’d already heard enough about Sebastian on his vacation. 

“Lily, unfortunately for your father, you’re pretty much family to me. I respect you too much to allow you to have a depression fuck with me,” he looked back at her with a wide grin, “as much as you probably want to.” With a nod, Landon put on the beret, adjusting it so it made his bone structure appear more defined. “Five minutes,” he repeated as she scurried back to her room. 

As she appeared in the lobby, Landon checked his watch and nodded in agreement. “In fact, I was only waiting three minutes and twenty two seconds,” he informed her. Walking was the much better choice, it was easier to view the faces that passed them and Landon was able to relax for once. Well, as much as Landon Reid could biologically relax. “Therapeutic?” he repeated, brow quirked. “I’m not sure if that’s the word I’d use, but I will say I haven’t taken an actual vacation in years.” Weekend trips with a certain skin doctor, sure, but nothing where they had to pack an obscene amount of clothing. “I’m always keeping tabs on Sanem,” Landon replied with a playful scoff. Pulling out his phone, he clicked into the location sharing setting and studied it. “Looks like they’re at Parc Monceau, but I have no intentions of crashing their party,” he informed his friend, “Besides, I don’t need to see them making out more than I already have.”

[swiftiephobe]

LIZZO - JUICE

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alli-pellisier​:

Allison gave Landon a swift but unapologetic kick to the shin at his comment pertaining to her teetering around being a narc or being a trustworthy cohort. It wasn’t a topic that she talked about at length with the man, but she would be damned if he ever joked about her being anything less than thorough and righteous in her career path. There were enough snakes within the firm and in town for Allison to handle, she had no intention of joining their league. “You think years and years of being under oath would make me give up anything, especially for my in-laws?” Allison asked with her brow quirked up. “Dream on Landon, besides it might help you in the long run to try this nifty thing called communication. I hear it’s all the rage.” 

To try to be in the middle as possible, she tapped on the counter top to alert an employee. “Hi, we can have these delivered from here too right?” She questioned, before she allowed Landon any type of interference. “Can these be sent to this address?” She asked before writing down Oliver’s practice address. If they made it to the office first she only hoped to god the doctor wouldn’t carry it home with him. In truth, she didn’t trust Landon’s intentions, especially with his track record. “Consider this my first gift to you, brother.” 

“Ow!” Landon sucked air through his teeth, cursing his stature. They had certainly developed a brother-sister relationship, that much was for sure. “I didn’t know years and years of being under oath ruined your sense of humor,” he retorted. “Though, to be quite fair, you may have been this callous your whole life. I haven’t known you that long,” Landon grinned before taking a step away. He still had one good shin left. 

A sigh left his lips as Allison took the lead. It was a bit of an annoyance, truth be told. “Great, so all his co-workers can talk about me begging for him back,” Landon rolled his eyes. He wasn’t a pathetic man, not the type to do any public displays of affection. “I don’t know if I’d consider it a gift,” he snorted, “but what’s done is done, and it’s on your tab.”

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lilywhittaker​:

closed starter for @landon-reid location: two bedroom suite, mandarin oriental paris

Absentmindedly combing her hair as she sat on her bed, Lily scrolled through Instagram and admired the photos that she had posted of their trip. Of course it was impossible to hide it from Sanem and Alli, with Lily feeling some sort of way about running off to the same city they were honeymooning in. However, the process of getting ready for an excursion with Landon to the Jardin du Luxembourg was halted when the woman discovered her travel companion’s latest social media post. Groaning as though she had to go scold a child, Lily trudged over to Landon’s room and knocked impatiently on his door.

“I know we have to get going soon, but first I have to ask: don’t you think this is a bit immature?” she asked incredulously, showing Landon the photo to which she was referring. It was one of her in the streets of Paris, with Landon having not only made a comment about her wearing his shirt, but also tagged Bash in it. “I care about Bash even though we’re not together anymore, and these digs are childish. I want to move on in peace, and I’m sure he does too.” Truth be told, Lily had no idea what Bash even thought of it, as he had yet to message her since their split. Maybe it was for the best. 

Landon had been traveling since he was a boy, but even he had to admit...Paris was beautiful. The weather had been beautiful and he had been enjoying Lily’s company, away from everything. As he decided between two different berets to wear for the day, he smirked, thinking that maybe they could make this an annual trip. 

“Yes?” he asked as he answered, already grinning from the tone in her voice. Ignoring the question, Landon asked, “Black or red?” Both matched his outfit for the day, but black would probably look better as the sun went down; he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. “Lily, define immature,” he stated as he adjusted his ascot. “You care about Bash, for whatever reason, but does he care about you? And if he does, I would believe that him seeing you in Paris with me would make him jealous and come running back to you,” Landon threw on his sunglasses, ready to take Paris by storm. “But then again, he’s a fucking idiot. So are we getting brunch today or no?”

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quinn-hawthorne​:

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He narrowed his eyes, still not fully understanding just what to make of the man in front of him. He hadn’t been lectured about problems with smoking by a near stranger ever. “Haven’t rolled my own for a long time, but trust me, I’ve done worse,” he took another drag, blowing the smoke out and giving the other man a sarcastic grin. He listened as Landon spoke about his own job, not really getting what it all meant. “Codes,” he echoed with a nod. “Well, it sounds cool. I don’t know a whole lot about that, sounds like something you really gotta work at. I’d love to hear more about it,” he said, his tone flat. “I can show you how to build something first though, maybe get some manual skills going for you.” 

His eyes followed as Landon made a quarter appear. When Landon pulled a deck of cards out, and quickly shuffled, he was almost taken aback. He almost regretted asking the question. But, he wanted to at least be on somewhat of good terms with the dude. They were brothers, kind of, weren’t they? “You just carry around a deck of cards waiting to be asked to do a trick, Landon? You’re a, um, interesting guy,” he said, trying not to let his tone betray him too much. But, even despite his own uncertainty with the whole situation, he followed Landon’s instruction, and pulled a card from the deck. A queen of clubs. He slid it back into a different spot in the deck. “Okay, now what?”

Landon looked up at Quinn curiously. He was rough around the edges, and if Landon was a more caring person he’d either pry for more information or apologize to his new family member. “Oh yeah?” The thought of Quinn learning how to use a keyboard, let alone coding, brought genuine glee to Landon. “I’ve watched some great documentaries about coding, you should come over one night and I’ll show ‘em to you,” he suggested. It was kind of him to offer, right? And having someone over that wasn’t Riley or Oliver would be sort of...weird. But cool. “I’ve hung up pictures,” Landon bragged, “but I’ll pay you to build me something and I’ll watch you do it.” 

He watched as Quinn slid the card back into the deck and began shuffling once more. “A man never knows when the mood for magic will strike, Quinn,” Landon smirked. Magic was a fickle thing, but almost everybody enjoyed it when it happened. He pulled a card from the deck, a three of hearts. “I know for a fact that this isn’t your card,” Landon said as he tossed it behind him. “And I know that this one isn’t either,” he continued, pulling out a Jack of spades. His brows furrowed and Landon cleared his throat, excusing himself. “Sorry, the pollen count is abnormally high today.” A grin before he continued coughing. And coughing. And coughing until he pulled a card out of his mouth, crumbled. “Quinn with the Queen of clubs,” he murmured. “Am I correct?”

[landon-reid]

ft. @lilywhittaker

[landon-reid]

text to ⇄ abi 🤓

Sanem: Please tell me you didn't come with Lily to Paris having some notion of checking up on us..

Sanem: Because I'll call Interpol and tell them you're an international art thief here to plan a heist at The Louvre.

Landon: Wouldn't this necessarily be YOU checking up on ME?

Landon: And why can't I decide to take one of our dearest friends out to the city of love on her birth week?

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ft. @lilywhittaker

[landon-reid]

tyrosales​:

“It’s your thinking of it as a useless degree that is aggravating, I never even said I finished with that one, there’s context clues in sentences for a reason you overgrown pendejo,” Ty scoffed. “Fine, here!” he said shoving his gift bag into the man’s chest. “I wanted to personally give this so I could tell them what this all means to me, their love reminds me of that of my mother’s and what this is is a necklace that my mom gave my other mom on their wedding. Now stuff it you with the eyebrows that look like two dead caterpillars.” he grunted. “Now, I’ll go.”

Landon watched as this child kicked and screamed at him, grateful for the security team. He could only imagine how much worst this could have been had the man been allowed inside. “Thanks guys,” Landon gave an appreciative nod to security before handing over the gift to them. “Dispose of this, please and thank you,” he stated before walking into the event. 

[landon-reid]

sanem-reid​:

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❝ Wow abi, when did you get so profound. ❞ She teased, sticking her tongue out in the manner of a typical bratty younger sibling. ❝ But yeah, I’d say it fits Alli and I pretty well. ❞ Words of concurrence were accompanied by a delicate laugh. There were a lot of ways Sanem could be anecdotal about how they truly had gravitated towards one another and kept perfectly balanced. Her vows being a clear testament to that, more than ready to recite. ❝ Though I don’t think we’re completely opposite either, I mean you’d be surprised at just how venturesome she can be. ❞ Shrugging partly, a snorted laugh joined his own upon the topic of a wedding theme. ❝ Well sure that’s the main vibe of course, but some people have like a fairy-tale, rustic or.. pretty sure I’ve seen a video of someone having a Star Wars themed wedding. ❞

There was a brief roll of dark hues, but she put her hands up in a mock defense after he spoke, only a bit surprised by the lack of scorn. The dancer knew well her brother’s abhorrence for Bash, and this was absolutely not the day or occasion she was going to get into that whole conversation. Especially after last time. ❝ That’s perfectly fine with me. ❞ Features contorting to something of deep thought, before more of a warm smile forms at his request. ❝ As long as you promise to be on your best behavior, which also includes no crazy magic tricks, then your spot will be safe. ❞

He couldn’t help but smile as his sister spoke about the other woman. It was clear just how smitten she was with Allison, and even though it caused a pang in his heart, it was time to allow her to enter this stage of her life. “It’s so surreal,” Landon murmured. “All that happens?” a brow raised as she explained themes. “I’m definitely not made for marriage then,” he laughed, “that’s too much pressure. Just take me to the courthouse, and even then...it might be too much.” 

“Sannie, I’m going to do magic,” Landon rolled his eyes before removing his standard deck of cards from his inside pocket. Shuffling them expertly, he looked at his sister. “It’s free entertainment for the guests, and I get to practice on people I’ll never see again. It’s a win-win,” he explained. Features softened and he gave a gentle nod. It was almost time, and honestly, Landon needed a moment to himself. “You look gorgeous,” he repeated quietly. “I’m gonna give you your time, and the next time I see you you’ll...be walking down the aisle,” he grinned before finding his way out. 

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rosalindpaisi​:

Rose couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the man’s explanation. “Please don’t say anymore or I will actively find a locker to stuff you in.” She remarked as she waited patiently for the man to find her name which she knew for a fact would be on there. His statement wasn’t lost on her and she couldn’t help but smirk. “You can’t tell by our eyebrows? It’s a strong trait we share.” She said, before she shook her head. “It’s just me all by myself so you don’t have to worry abou- dude what the hell?” She jumped back, startled at the swift movement, how unnatural it was to feel the movement of the quarter behind her ear that she was sure hadn’t been hidden away. “I wonder if she’d be equally as upset if I was the one who ended up sawing you in half.” 

“What are we, 15?” air blew through his lips as he marked that Rose was unfortunately present. “Though, if you did stuff me into a locker, I could work on reappearing,” dark eyes looked up at her as Landon poked his tongue through his teeth. “To be quite frank, Rosalind, eyebrows are the only thing I know about John and I think he should trim them. Maybe you too.” The advice was unsolicited of course, but Landon would have assumed that the guests would have taken proper care of their grooming habits to look presentable at this event. Flipping the quarter in her direction, Landon couldn’t help but smirk. People were always taken aback by magic-- it was a way to constantly have the upper hand. “Don’t be rude, Rosy,” Landon snarked, “you can stay for the event, but if you don’t settle down I’ll have you escorted out. Understood?” 

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feidavenport​:

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She did try not to smirk at the inclusion of the middle J, but she couldn’t help it. How was this man equal parts intimidating and endearing? Was she really about to get kicked out of this wedding before it even started, all because her idiot boyfriend had abandoned her alone? And would that be the worst thing in the world? 

“Information?” she asked incredulously. “About what? What kind of a wedding is this?” Somehow she managed not to laugh. “Listen, I am just here as someone’s date, I swear. If I were a spy, I would tell you. I mean, no, I guess I wouldn’t, actually, but I wouldn’t be… this. Spies are cool, I’m not cool. I’m a school nurse, it doesn’t really get less cool than that.” She was rambling now, but this was a nerve-wracking situation, she could be forgiven for that. 

“It’s an important one,” Landon scoffed, brows furrowed as deep as they could go. It was his sister’s wedding! It was the most important wedding he’d ever go to in his life. Why was Fei laughing? Landon sighed and chewed on the inside of his cheek. There was no way this woman was a spy, she wouldn’t have even passed the written test. “School nurse is sort of ridiculous,” he murmured, “if a kid is sick, keep them home. Doesn’t seem like you would actually need to be there.” Landon made a quick note that the woman was present and pointed toward the back of the venue. “Help yourself to appetizers and champagne, there are servers walking around. Don’t try to take up too much time with either bride, they’re busy getting ready, okay?”

[landon-reid]

alli-pellisier​:

The overwhelming need to pinch Landon behind the neck like a cat who had gotten its head into something it shouldn’t have been in was immensely strong. But she stopped herself from grabbing onto the delicate terrain, if only for the sake of not giving Sanem grief or giving Landon ammunition to continue whatever it was that was happening between himself and Oliver. A part-time magician and a Dermatologist, who would have thought? When Landon asked Allison about whether or not the other man had said he had loved him, she held her hand up. “I’m a neutral party, I will not take sides or spill secrets and that’s on my laurels of morality.” She began. “I’ve also been called a narc one too many times this week and I’d like to not add fuel to that unsubstantiated stance.” 

Still her lips pursed as she looked at the bouquet that Landon was carefully picking out and she couldn’t help but fold her arms together. Whether or not things were platonic or way more friends-with-benefits it was something that would come to the surface. “Are these for his office or his place? Cause they’ll die if they go to his place.” 

Landon’s eyes narrowed as Allison turned on her role of lawyer. He had to admit, she was good-- her voice remained neutral, not wavering to one way or the other. As much as Landon tried, he couldn’t figure out if whatever Oliver had told her was positive. Why did she have to be just as annoying as the doctor? “I was hoping your morals,” he rolled his eyes, “would go out the window for your brother-in-law. Especially if it was going to help keep me out of you and Sanem’s hair.” Landon snorted and looked up at the blonde, a sly smile crossing his face. “I mean, lawyers walk the thinnest line between being a narc and the most trustworthy people you’d ever meet. I have to say, I am disappointed in the path you chose tonight,” he scoffed.

“God, you’re telling me,” Landon mumbled in agreement. It was well-known that the man couldn’t keep a plant alive no matter how much he tried, but still he was trusted to keep not one, but two dogs alive. Odd. “I remember he tried to put a bouquet of flowers in a vase but he filled it with dirt instead of water,” he shook his head, trying not to smile fondly at the memory. “I’m just hoping he accepts them...whether they end up at the office or his home doesn’t matter to me,” Landon looked over at Allison and shrugged, “if they stay at his house though, I can go over more often and help him keep them alive...,” he trailed off. 

[landon-reid]

rilesxjones​:

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It was kind of unbelievable how quickly life was moving around them. It felt like just yesterday that Sanem and Allie met and started dating, but here they were so many months down the line and they were married. “Joint taxes, stop it. Too soon to think that even for me. They really did it. It’s kind of crazy…it feels like it’s been so long that we’ve been waiting for today, but also it’s been such a blur.” Just thinking about how fast everything felt had Riley stressed a bit about her own future.

“Of course not. She’s always going to be your family, always your problem, but…it’s nice to have a bit of help, some backup,” Riley shrugged. She’d always felt like that with her mother, her and her dad being able to team up together to make sure that she was okay. Biting down at her lower lip, Riley took a glance out at the rest of the wedding reception. “Easier said than done, I know. Maybe take a vacation, that’s always where I start. I’m thinking about going to Spain soon, brush up on my Spanish, go solo and hitchhike my way up the coast. Now that the wedding is done, I don’t…have anything to occupy my free time.”

“All this time and preparation for it to be over in what? Ten hours?” He had to laugh, but it was genuine. “I know she’s my sister, but I think this is the best wedding I’ve ever been to.” Riley had a way of noting things that made it seem almost fairy-tale like, and it made all the difference when he looked out and saw his sister and now sister-in-law. “Allison is pretty good backup,” he murmured. “She and I probably fight so much because we both care about Sanem,” Landon chuckled, “that makes sense, right?” 

His brows furrowed in confusion. A vacation? Landon had moved so much as a child, the idea of a vacation was slightly odd. He had spent a week with Oliver in Vancouver, and that was nice, but just taking a vacation never occurred to him. Landon’s heart sank as he opened his mouth to speak. “So...if...you’re in Spain...how long would you be there? You’re not like...leaving for months, right?”

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lilywhittaker​:

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The balcony overlooked the romantic gardens, with Lily taking a seat on a bench and motioning for Landon to join her if he felt so inclined. “I feel like things with me and Bash have been… off, as you said. I know you’re not a fan of him, and I respect that, but tonight has been the first night in a while where we haven’t been arguing constantly,” Lily admitted, shaking her head and taking a gulp of the alcohol in her flute, shaking her head at the woman she’d become. The woman who knew her relationship was doomed, yet was still in it because she loved the person she was with. “I went with him to New Orleans for his birthday, and I think I realized that the future I want isn’t the one he wants.” Why was it so easy to admit it to Landon, but difficult to tell Bash himself. At Landon’s suggestion, Lily turned her head and raised an eyebrow. “And where would we fuck off to? Paris is always a good idea, I have a lot of connections there. I have been wanting to do something, seeing as I’m turning thirty and all. What’s your schedule like for my birthday week?”

Landon shoved one hand in his pocket and used the other one to polish off the champagne as she spoke. Sebastian might have been handsome, but aside from that, he couldn’t see what he truly brought to the table. And Lily? Well, she deserved someone that appreciated her and had a job. “Well, I appreciate that he was man enough to not argue at my sister’s wedding,” Landon scoffed before his face turned soft. “I am the last one to discuss anything about love and feelings, but if you two are arguing constantly that doesn’t sound promising,” he shrugged. Landon knew that firsthand and was still living with the consequences. He allowed the words to sit in the air for a moment before asking, “What’s the future you want?” 

He was sure it included the buildings of a nuclear family-- husband, kids, white picket fence-- but Lily was always full of surprises. Landon sort of hoped she would say something outlandish, that she wanted to move to the countryside and become a farmer or something. He met her brow raise with his own and allowed a smirk to form on his face. “We could get matching berets, wouldn’t that be great?” Placing the flute on the ground for a moment, Landon took out his phone and checked his calendar. “...It looks like I am requesting off from work and flying to Paris with you. Should we get trip insurance? We’re definitely going first class, it’s your birthday...”

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sanem-reid​:

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Sanem knew things between Landon and their father tended to be, strained, but thinking back on the memories of them all growing up, they truly had been a happy little family at their core. ❝ Yeah, they definitely did.. almost complete opposites and yet they complimented each other so perfectly. ❞ Reminiscent of herself and Allison, their personalities held quite a few distinguishing factors, but so harmoniously had they fit together just as they’d always been meant to. Chuckling in a more warm manner as her brother went on, nodding some. ❝ And it’d be almost impossible to escape her embrace, even during the first dance. She would’ve loved Alli without a doubt. ❞ 

This time it was hard to keep an actual snorted laugh at bay, just trying to picture a wedding planned by him in full. ❝ That’s why she’s the best in her business, I am curious though, what would you have tried to plan as the theme ? ❞ Brow arching with an inquisitiveness. ❝ Don’t I know it, and speaking of, I’m just gonna hope you haven’t snuck anyone else on the list for security, namely a certain biker friend of mine you refuse to call by nickname. ❞ Nothing vague about who she’d referred to, grinning as her nudged her. ❝ Obviously not, I just don’t want you to be upset when my wife now has the number one spot on my emergency contact list is all. Lan it’s me, I may not get into as much trouble of course, but we both know curiosity and adventure is far too hardwired. ❞

Landon let out a soft sound of agreement, thinking about how Allison and Sanem complimented each other. The lawyer was grounded in reality, whereas his sister was more whimsical. A brief thought of a certain skin doctor came to mind, but their relationship was far too complicated to think about on such an important day. “Well, opposites attract or something, right?” he smirked. “At least, that’s how magnets work. You two are like magnets.” The thought of their late mother loving who would have been her daughter-in-law was a comforting one; it made Landon feel that everything was going to be okay. Between growing older and fading apart sometimes, Sanem would be okay.

“Theme?!” he laughed heartily. “I thought the general theme of all weddings was love? Love is patient, love is kind...all that good shit,” Landon added, allowing his teeth to show through his smile. “Sanem, now is not a great time to discuss the relationship between Sebastian and myself,” waving his hand at his sister, “this is your big day, let’s not ruin it with my opinions about who you hang out with.” Landon taking the high road should have been a gift in itself. Rolling his eyes, he asked, “Keep me at number one? Please?” it was a bit pathetic, but at the moment he wasn’t ready to let go of his sister just yet.