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luka armand kavanaugh twenty seven. tattoo artist. don't know why i do it, but i do. yeah, every time i have a d r i n k or two. get it bad for you. and i don't know why i do it but i do. yeah, all this l i q u o r bringing out t h e t r ut h

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[india--blue]

“Right now, breathing is so tough.” (luka)

India swallowed thickly as her lips pressed together. She had suspected– known– that he had a problem, but hadn’t said anything as a last ditch attempt to distance herself entirely, but there was no distancing herself from him. He was Luka and try as she might, she could not feel anything other than the love that she felt for him, which was why seeing him like this was making it hard for even her to breathe. There was broken glass scattered on the tile of his kitchen floor and the air reeked of the liquor that had spilled out when his shaking hands had lost their grip on the glass. Not knowing what else to do, she reached out and grasped his hands with her own, acutely aware of their close proximity, but ignoring the way it made her heart race because all she could bring herself to care about was calming him and ensuring that his breathing returned to normal because she couldn’t leave him here alone like this. “Just focus on my face. Don’t look anywhere else. Just look at me.” She directed his gaze to hers, sucking in a breath and exhaling, repeating the action several times until he started doing the same. She did not know how much time had passed, but eventually, his breathing slowed to a somewhat normal pace. Still, it was obvious to her that he should not be left alone tonight. If she gave herself time to think through what she was about to say, she knew she would talk herself out of it, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave and she wasn’t sure she would even if she tried to reason with herself. “I’m going to stay with you, yeah? Just tonight. I can’t leave you tonight.” He opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but he remained quiet still and instead gently squeezed her hands. That small action and the way he looked at her said more than any ‘thank you’ or any other words ever could. 

[susebron]

[jessicahenwicks-deactivated2018]

[susebron]

Screaming Drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. Make something happen.

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[india--blue]

“No, you do have a choice, but I have faith you’ll make the right one.” She rolled her eyes at his dramatics. “You must have loved cooking in secret because you cooked for me once and it didn’t even count because it was frozen pizza. I’m only recently twenty-five. I am too young to get old person syndrome. Shut up.” The laugh that left her as he leaned into check her ear was shaky. “Because they are fine. My hearing is flawless. Ask my doctor. I cooked for you on special occasions, but I hate slaving in a kitchen like a housewife so I don’t cook often anymore. I don’t need an evaluation. My love for pizza is perfectly healthy. We’re very happy together. You’re just jealous. Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you develop a tolerance. Vodka starts to taste like water and getting sloshed is harder.” It was unlike her to bite her tongue, but she wouldn’t comment on how it wasn’t healthy. “I think you’re the one who needs to visit a psychiatrist. I can get you the number for one. You have clearly gone mad. When have I fueled your ego in the present? Please enlighten me because I think you were just dreaming that. I don’t not realize a lot of things, so that’s not even possible. I am not. You’re getting old person syndrome. If you don’t cut that out, I’m removing myself from this conversation, you arsehat. There you go with the flattering yourself again, Luka. At the very least, you have a decent sense of humor. Stop telling lies about me. I’m only irritated eighty-nine percent of the time. Why, yes, I did. Does that surprise you? Did you forget who you were talking to? I can’t help it, you bring it out in me so you only have yourself to blame. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little competition where sarcasm is concerned. Well, if that’s what you think is best…” India let her sentence trail off, not bothering to attempt to hide her smile this time. It was amazing to her how easy it was for them to fall back into their old banter and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t missed it. 

[lukakavanaugh-blog]

"No, that's not a lot of pressure at all. I just want to go with the idea that you've left me no choice. That sounds easier." He shook his head. "I think cooking frozen pizza should count as cooking. Have you ever tried to cook a frozen pizza? It's bloody difficult to do. The box says to do one thing and then you take the pizza out and it's nowhere near done. I don't think putting the pizza in the oven while it's still frozen should be on the instructions. It never works right. No, India, you're the right age to get old person syndrome. It starts hitting people at twenty-five. You just made the mark. You should look up the statistics so you can better understand what you're going through. I'll help, don't worry." He placed his drink on the table they were next to and put his hands in his pockets. It made sure he didn't head immediately back to the bar for a few minutes. "I think your doctor has been lying to you. Your hearing might have gotten worse since the last time you saw them. The first step is acceptance, India. Let's just agree that neither of us like cooking. I mean, you like it more than me, but you know what I mean. You're obsessed with pizza. Don't get me wrong, I love pizza and would probably eat it every day if I could, but I think you wanting to marry it might be pushing it just slightly. Just a little bit though. It's not a tolerance. I just prefer alcohol to normal drinks. That's a normal thing at my age." The lie that fell off his tongue was one he didn't even know he was telling. He knew he drank a little more than normal, but he never actually thought he had a tolerance. "Don't turn this around on me. You clearly need the psychiatrist. Your old person syndrome is taking effect more than I thought it would. I was not dreaming that. I distinctly remember you telling me you loved my sarcasm. That's a compliment that fuels my ego. You keep on saying I'm getting old person syndrome, but you're the one getting it. People with old person syndrome don't even notice they have it sometimes. I see this is clearly the case for you. You would never. I'm too lovely a person to talk to," he said as he put a hand to his chest. "I'm not flattering myself at all. What ever would make you think such a thing? Stop telling lies about yourself. You're so much more than irritated only eighty-nine percent of the time. Don't downplay your irritation. I would say it surprises me, but then I'd be lying. Please, you’re no competition. I am the best at sarcasm. I have recommendations and everything. I could show you them, but they’re busy. Hold on, hold on. I didn’t say that’s what I think is best. There goes your old person syndrome again.” It wasn’t hard to fall into old habits it seemed. He definitely didn’t mind it since she was actually his favorite person to talk to. He didn’t mind talking to other people, but he just had a preference.

[india--blue]

“You mentally set yourself up for failure, which usually results in failure. Seminars are dull. Even talking about them. I wanted a distraction, not to be bored to tears. I want to talk, but to her, Luka. It sounds stupid because obviously that hasn’t been possible since I was ten, but there’s a lot I wish I could talk to her about, you know? It’s silly. Maybe I should just stare at the stars. You don’t have to stay here with me, though. I’m not exactly great company right now.” 

[lukakavanaugh-blog]

“Didn’t know I was that boring. I know. I would never understand, but I know what you mean. Alright, I’ll try again. I’m not going to leave you to sulk by yourself. That would be insensitive. So here’s another one. A few years ago, I was feeling really down. I don’t know why, I just was. Okay, I’m lying. I knew why. I really fucking missed you. Which was my fault. So I got a tattoo. That’s my main way of coping with things. This one right here,” he lifted up his left hand to show what he was talking about, “was for you. Is for you.” He looked up towards the stars. “I thought about it for a while. What I would get if I ever got a tattoo for you. I never called you any pet names so that was out. So I really thought about it. Wasn’t like I could get a pizza tattooed on my hand, right?” He let out a chuckle. “This one is just...something I thought of on a whim. Birds are special creatures. Always flying no matter what happens. Carefree. Doing whatever they want whenever they want.” He paused for a beat. “You’re always going to fly, India. The world knocks you down and you just get back up. I think your mum would have been proud of you for that. You never give up. Hell, I’m proud of you for that. I admire you for everything that you are. You could be the person that gets knocked down and stays on the ground, but you aren’t. You just get up and keep going. That’s why I fell in love with you. Because you were already flying and you decided to take me with you.”

[aydenkwon]

“Shit.” He said while looking down, hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath. “I went out for a run. Or, at least tried.” Resting his back against the wall, the male looked up to the other one. “Tell you what, I’m definitely not as young as I used to be. Maybe I should find some time to start going to the gym again. I haven’t been there in ages.”

[lukakavanaugh-blog]

“See, this is exactly why I don’t exercise every day.”

[viktoriya-dragov]

“Totally. I’m thrilled. It’ll be the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” she replied, her sarcasm matching his. “Roasted chicken? You don’t even get a turkey or ham? I would protest. Well, pita is a must, kolivo, pickled foods, soups, etc. I plan on throwing in a ham, though, because I need more than just Bulgarian food. I might be envious of you just a little. We can’t drink during dinner, though I might sneak in a few glasses of wine beforehand when no one is looking.” 

[lukakavanaugh-blog]

“Sure as hell sounds like it. Nope, just the roasted chicken. I would rather a fucking turkey at least, but my mum loves the chicken. And so does my father. And my brother. And my sisters. Okay, I know what pickled food and soups entails, but what is kolivo? I’d throw in a ham, too. That seems like nowhere near enough food. I wouldn’t be envious. I’ll probably have my father on my ass about it to restock the bar. Just tell them you want to set the table and pour yourself something instead of water. That’s what I’d do. If you’re not just cool with the wine, that is.”

[chesterashworth-blog]

Chester looked up at the boy next to him and then to the glass sitting on his hand, a small grin forming on his lips, still being able to tell his drinks apart. For a long time, vodka had been his beverage choice, now it gave him a migraine to smell it. He sighed, turning his body to fully face the male “They do say no one dies a virgin because life fucks us all, we should be used to it by now, apparently. What a sad, sad reality” the police officer finished his own glass of Scotch at the same time as the other one did, ordering with signals another glass for him and a glass of vodka for the stranger.

[lukakavanaugh-blog]

He chuckled as he let the bartender fill up his glass again. “I think they say no one dies a virgin because nobody actually dies a virgin. Who doesn’t fuck someone at least once?” he scoffed. Lifting his glass to his lips, he still shook his head at the thought of it. If he was even slightly coherent right now, he was sure he would be singing a different tune. “I think life is just a metaphor for us fucking ourselves. And I don’t think any of us wanna be jacking off for the rest of our lives. We’re all fuck ups though. Some of us just hide it better.” Luka didn’t know what he was talking about anymore to be honest. He was just talking.

[thorodinson]

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[viktoriya-dragov]

“I moved to a different country to get away from her, so it’s the least I can do. Besides, I promised to make the whole family a traditional Bulgarian dinner and I have this thing about promises, so can’t exactly back out now.” 

[lukakavanaugh-blog]

"Good luck with that. That sounds like it's going to be so much fun for you," he said, sarcasm lacing his tone. "So what does a typical Bulgarian dinner include? All my family makes is a roasted chicken. And I only ever go because my mum's bar is fucking loaded."