𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐓E

[mrsfitzgerald]

[sanyablackwells-blog]

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁.

location: blackwell-lamb residence ( avalon )  date & time: january 4 / 6:45 pm  tagging: @sanyablackwell​

      boxes remained strewn around the house, organized at least by location, but still unpacked. it had only been one day, in all fairness, but dallas didn’t want to leave them for long. he never liked the sight of moving boxes, he’d lived out of enough unpacked cardboard for one lifetime. they’d unpacked the absolute essentials ––– including the big forest green blanket that dallas absolutely cherished, the one he had wrapped over him currently as he sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, takeout greasy and delicious (and certainly not better than sanya’s homemade cooking, but half the kitchen had yet to be unpacked and they hadn’t gone grocery shopping yet) sat in styrofoam boxes near his hand of cards. 

      “i think we did good, baby, the house is coming along nicely,” he grinned, playing his hand on the table, his eyes crinkling around the edges with fondness as he reached for the pennies currently being used as betting chips. he wasn’t a betting man, he’d said it time and time again, but there was nothing risky about playing around with sanya. it was perfectly safe, and if he won, well then he could lord that over his partner until sanya inevitably beat him the next time they played. he reached over to grab the beer he’d been sipping at, not in the mood for anything too ridiculous, but found nothing wrong with one drink over dinner and the game. guinness sidled up beside him too, having alternated between sanya’s side and his throughout the last forty minutes. “careful with your play, baby, you might just lose and what a terrible situation you’d be in if that happens,” he teased, biting down on his grin. 

      moving  had  been––––––  an  ordeal,  to  say  the  least.  escaping  the  burning  blacktops  of  LA  was  refreshing  ( yes,  of  course  it  was ),  but  packing  up  just  enough  to  get  by  for  a  year  at  most  and  hauling  that  around  LA  ( because  heaven  forbid  they  go  through  it )  and  onto  a  ferry  to  be  shipped  to  a  tiny  ( modest )  house,  all  just  after  the  holidays ?  parenthetical  asides  aside,  sanya  was,  in  a  word :  exhausted.  and  also,  just  maybe,  marginally  scared  of  feeling  like  a  guppy  in  open,  shark  infested  waters ;  unfamiliar  faces  like  passing  ships  in  the  night.  

      he’d  unpacked  the  bare  essentials  in  an  anxiety  induced  frenzy  and  continuously  reminded  himself  that  he  was  there  for  sidney  and  akida ;  and  for  the  sake  of  dallas  he  needed  very  much  to  bare  his  teeth  and  be  the  shark.  so  he  slipped  on  some  fuzzy  pink  socks  about  an  hour  ago  and  fell  full  body  onto  the  couch,  groaning,  ‘  if  i  don’t  do  the  shopping  tomorrow,  kindly  shoot me.  ’  but  they  did  do  good,  and  he  grunts  his  agreement.

       it  was  that  same  pink  fuzzy  socked  foot  that  kicked  out  now,  toe  gently  pushing  against  his  partner’s  temple  in  a  playful  shove  before  swinging  to  gently  pat  guinness’  back.  sanya  hums,  foot  finally falling  to  allow  him  to  lean  forward,  to  take  a  swig  of  his  stout  and  chase  that  sort  of  cotton  heavy  feeling  like  a  rabbit  in  a  haze.    ❛  full  house ?  really ?  ❜    he  lets  out  a  long,  heaving  breath  as  he  falls  back  into  the  cushions,  considering  his  hand.    ❛  y’know,  it’s  good,  ❜    he  says,  fighting  off  the  dry  curl  of  wry  lips.    ❛  just––––––  ❜    a  pause,  pink  tongue  peeking  out  to  curl  over  the  top  row  of  his  teeth,  a  lazy  hand  fanning  out  four  cards  on  the  coffee  table  between  them.    ❛  not  as  good  as  four  fives.  ❜    

[sidneyblackwell]

𝐋 𝐀 𝐌 𝐁    ⚜   𝐒 𝐋 𝐀 𝐔 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑  !    changing,  watching  you  with  wonder.  you're  LESS  and  getting  even  younger.  DYING  is  just  a  kind  of  hunger.                                           come care about me.                                                        come care about me.

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