Therapysession

Miguel Vale - 25 - Policeman ❝ He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal. This is a rp blog / none of the pictures/gifs on this blog belong to me

[rhea-bateman]

We ain't ever getting older // Migea

[miguel--vale]

Rhea simply rolled her eyes at his words. She knew she was a terrible driver, which partly resulted in her decision on not using the car she owned though she wasn’t sure why she still had it, if she had no intention of using it any time soon. It was her typical reaction to his jokes to remain silent and pretend she didn’t care about his opinion, regarding to her. The woman smiled gently at the hostess as an almost silent “Thank you” slipped out of her lips before she took the seat opposite to Miguel. She surely had changed because before good manners weren’t really her thing despite the fact that she was raised to be polite and she did a lot of that polite acting as a model.

“I know,” she countered quickly because even if she liked teasing him as well, she also felt slightly uncomfortable taking a compliment from him, not knowing where the line stood between being friends and going further. “But you know them. Loren is the only one proud of me, honestly.“ Her gaze moved swiftly down the wine list, wishing she could order a glass, before she moved her attention towards the list of various Italian dishes. “She did?” A bit of surprise could be sensed in her tone since she didn’t know his mother in person. In fact, she couldn’t recall meeting his father either, which was strange since he knew both of hers. “How is she?” Rhea questioned and looked up from the menu for the moment, feeling it was the right thing to do and hoping that it wouldn’t cause him to frown.

He kept his answers for a while, looking through the food even if he knew what he'd order anyway, since he basically ate the same things the days of the week every week. And it being Friday, it was the evening for the usual pork chop with mashed potatoes and boiled vegetables. He moved his hand to his forehead, massaging his temple with his knuckles. "I mentioned seeing you around. She remembers me talking about you years ago." He was talking guardedly, his voice showing how little he wanted to go into detail about a few years back and exactly what he had been talking to his ma about.

His brows went low above his eyes at her next question. He spread his fingers through his face to cover it for a bit and then gratefully looked up at the waitress as she came, quickly ordering his dinner with a beer. But as Rhea ordered the woman danced away with a silent step and left them once again, a muted bubble in the middle of the loud restaurant. "She's getting a bit better." He said slowly as he rearranged the silverware in front of him. "Doctor say the chemotherapy is slowly working, but it also is making her too sick to even sit up in bed most days..." he had to shut his mouth to stop the words. He didn't talk with anyone about his mother. He had no friends in this town yet, nor was he close with any of his colleagues.

[hartbreakk]

[miguel--vale]

What's the craziest thing you've ever done?

I used to have wild teenage years and most of the things I don’t remember, so if I point one it may be a lie [1/21]

[teamlockwood]

[bdub86]

[rhea-bateman]

We ain't ever getting older // Migea

[miguel--vale]

rhea-bateman :

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She teased him, walking beside him towards the nice looking restaurant he had chosen while still looking around curiously and trying to guess in which part of Ecrin they were right now though it seemed pointless; she was terrible in orientation anyway. “And mine wasn’t?” Rhea asked, making it sound more like disbelieving exclamation. Her father’s biggest accomplishment in life were the pointless hours he spend showing off with his yacht at the open sea, surrounded by famous people, businessmen or stupid models and actresses that were ready to sleep with him if that was needed in order to land a role in any of his productions. Despite all the things it was said in the media she had done, this one was never true because she would never fall that low in order to get something just like she was so far refusing any inappropriate suggestion during a meeting with a client.

However, the fact that he might have been checking her out made her smile. No, it actually made her grin but she hide that with an almost invisible smirk because he was the one that decide to end thing between them and according to her therapist it was better for her to not get her hopes high and if possible to completely delete him from her life, which turned out impossible in a small town like Ecrin, so she was going for option number two, which was pretend that she was over him already. “I have no reason to worry about that anymore.” She pointed out, shaking her head as she stepped through the open door, trying to make that warm and tingly sensation in her stomach go away by focusing on the thought of food. “I actually think that putting on some weight might be a good idea.” She had a few reasons to support that idea though she shared none of them.

“To watch you sweat while you’re trying to work out the car’s gauges? Definitely!” he laughed amused as he shook his head at the image in his head. He could definitely use the fun. He didn't really mean it with a bad sense to it though. He knew women who were great drivers, cops who had chased down drug dealers down around Miami without ever endangering anyone or loosing the suspect, and then men who just HAD to have their license taken in order to protect citizens. He just enjoyed teasing her. Or at least he had used to. It was a strange, almost bizzare mix of past and present and he still couldn't get the hang of it completely. Maybe it was his own fault since he had insisted on them talking the first times and getting friendly. A hazardous step when it came to a woman who he'd been with. Especially since she had been the last woman he had been in an actual relationship in, even if most of it had been about the fun and the alcohol. She seemed like a completely different person now. And he was too.

"that's true. You look... well." He corrected his words just before they could spill out of his mouth and gave her a grin as they weaved through the tables to find a spot. As the hostess came to show them which table was free they silently followed. "I see you've lost more than one bad habit. Your folks must be proud." He said with no sarcasm as he picked up the menu in order to keep his gaze steady on something else than her face with its familiar features that only seemed to have grown even more attractive as the years had passed. "My mom was glad to hear you're around..." he added more quietly not sure why he was venting the information. It raised more questions than anything else.

[tristenthomson-blog]

“Sit here, please, if there’s no other places available,” Vito gave a smile and pointed at the seat in front of him.

[miguel--vale]

Miguel looked at the man speaking and nodded for a thanks, sitting down with an exhausted sigh. “Thanks.”

[lucianarossi-blog]

@miguel–vale

×● Luciana had always been lucky when it came to theft, violence and traumatising events, yet today her luck had apparently ended. Pushing herself up her feet, trembling on scraped knees and carefully rubbing her red palms, hazel eyes watched as her assaulter had ran off with her purse. Fuck fuck fuck. The word chanted in her head as she frantically searched for her phone. She always put it in her jacket, but this time she just happened to have it in her purse. “Fffffudge!” she cried out, panic setting in until she saw a police officer turning into the street, right across from her purse snatcher. “Help!” She called out, holding back the tears as the throbbing pain at the back of her head and wrist. “He attacked me!” 

[miguel--vale]

Ecrin was a rather calm town. His job at the police station really wasn’t as active as it had been in Miami, so when he heard the woman’s shout he was a bit baffled for the few two seconds, before starting off after the man. He hid his smile as he fell into pursue, glad to finally have other things to do than check up on noice complaints or write speeding tickets. As he quickly caught up with the lanky guy, he jabbed his elbow in his back, sending him flying to the ground. “I just had lunch, you twat.” He said as he pulled the handcuffs from his back pocket and put them around the guy’s wrists, stopping them to take in a breath of cold air. He pulled the guy to his feet, shooting him a glance to show him who’s the boss, then grabbed the bag and pushed forward and back to where the woman was just getting up. “You okay ma'am?” He asked with his rusty Italian as he offered her the purse.

[miguel--vale]

ali-mattarazzo :

“It’s cause of our voting system. If people could directly choose the President, he would have lost to Hilary. Since we decide that indirectly…” Ali trailed off.

“It’s still the people who chose him, so it’s all their fault about everything that goes in the next four years.” Miguel huffed as he rose a hand. He knew people who had voted for him and wasn’t really sure they even knew why they did that.

[miguel--vale]

juniper--neilson :

“Can’t escape ‘em. Even in a small town like this.”

“You mean especially in a small town like this” he asked amused.

[which-oc-would]

Which oc owns a AK 47 or any other assault rifle

[miguel--vale]

Top 5 girls around here? (Rhea not included. We know you're still checking her out.)

Uhm… I don’t really socialize with lots of women but probably Mia? Sofia? Ivy?

[miguel--vale]

If a genie grated you three wishes, what would you wish for?

There are only two things I'd like to change about my past and that's staying with my father instead of coming here with my mother and I'd want for her never to have gotten sick.

[miguel--vale]

👀 If you weren't a policeman, what job would you have instead?

Firefighter.

[miguel--vale]

Short or long term relationships?

I've never found a woman I want to keep for long, so short term for sure.

[miguel--vale]

What do you think would it be like if you and Rhea were still together?

I have no idea, we've grown too much apart through the years and we're too different from the kids we used to be.

[rhea-bateman]

We ain't ever getting older // Migea

[miguel--vale]

Rhea smirked, shaking her head as she looked straight ahead, trying to figure out in which side of Ecrin they were right now. She hadn’t had the time to explore the town yet though she knew most of the streets and place due to her work but those were just a few restaurants that her boss liked and had the tendency of conducting her meeting in and also the art gallery, which was one very important place for the area the company was expanding it’s business. And then, there was the rich neighborhood, which was nothing compared to the ones in Miami. Those were just a couple of fancy houses, built on the same street alongside some other ones and that was where the few local clients lived but most of the time Rhea had to do those short business trips to the bigger cities like Milan or Rome.

“Okay, now you were just showing off.” She commented once the car was parked though they both knew she was just jealous. She was a terrible driver and it was a miracle she was even allowed to get a driving license and because she was scared of driving on her own she preferred to use taxi or walk so her car was still parked in the garage below the apartment building she lived in. “She doesn’t like you either, by the way.” Rhea sighed. In fact, no one in her family liked him. Her mother blamed him for all the wrong choices in her life and Loren still hated him for the way he had dumped his little sister. Her father and her other brother actually didn’t have an opinion on the matter but since they didn’t even care who Miguel was there was no way they could like him. They just don’t hated him that much though her father once swore to kill that bastard who had hurt his daughter but he never kept his promises, anyway. “Really?” She asked, getting out of the car. “Then why did we always sailed with my father’s yacht then?”

“It’s not my fault you never let me teach you how to park.” He grinned as he took the keys out and turned the headlights off. He didn’t bother hurrying over to open her door or anything, they both knew he’d never been such a guy and even if he sometime did that it wouldn’t be for a friend he was trying to catch up the lost years with, right? So he just went out slowly and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, dropping the key there beside his old Nokia phone. At the words about her mother he shrugged. He didn’t give a damn about her opinion because he thought she’s just a pretentious snob who cared about money and success more than anything else, including love, family and flesh and blood. So she could just hate the damn hell out of him, he could probably be glad.

As he walked to the other side of the car and onto the sidewalk he looked her up and down again before shrugging, his hands still tucked away. "Mine was always on his or gave it to his clients. Plus, that one was smaller and I could sail it myself. Came in handy.” He smiled at her. The memories seemed to want to come by themself and fill his mind with vivid images of past events. That yacht had seen a lot of action in its days when they sailed alone for a few days at a time during the summer, going deep in the ocean so they could feel alone in the world and so he could make her scream as much as he wanted to. “Hope you don’t worry about your figure anymore cause we’re having pizza.” He announced as h pulled a hand out to grab the handle of the door and open it. The warm air from inside and the smell of different mixed foods flooded his senses, which was welcomed since he needed any kind of distraction he could get to keep that sly grin on his lips.