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There’s Sand in His Hair

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As soon as the presence was felt over his shoulder, Nathaniel tucked the phone away and reached for the glass. His eyes were still drawn to the scene presented over the balcony when he took his first sip and immediately cringed.

“That is the worst vodka I’ve ever had.” Setting it back on the railing where it belonged, the blond scratched his cheek. He was growing a slight stubble, something he’d always fought against to look clean and professional.

Professional. There was nothing of that in this entire week. His hair was dry and free of gel, flying in every direction it chose, his eyes untired from ample amounts of sleep.

For once, he wasn’t on edge.

[surrxptitiously]

Oliver leaned forward again, resting the second glass next to its predecessor. A third of it was filled with a dark amber liquid. “Chase it with this then.” Leaving the blond, he went back into the room, stopping by the bed to grab his phone. 

I miss you.

He didn’t open the text, and instead tossed his phone back into the folds of sheets, a slight twinge of guilt echoing through him. He was going to need a distraction. Returning to the kitchen, he grabbed a pan and pulled the eggs from the fridge. Another few items and he started cooking, every so often glancing up at the blond seated outside. 

What a game they were playing.

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There’s Sand in His Hair

Nathaniel flicked mindlessly at the cigarette in his hand as he stared at his phone, typing a response without really thinking about it. It wasn’t necessary for him to micromanage right now, having left the proper people in charge of both businesses. But it was hard to pull himself away completely, settling on sending emails occasionally throughout the week to make sure everything was running smoothly.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a vacation from his life.

Once he pressed send, he darkened the screen and looked up at the view from his balcony. The water was clear as the rumors that surrounded this place- the same teal blue that colored his eyes. He’d never felt drawn to beaches but after a few days here Nathaniel guessed he could get used to it.

The roar of the waves was different from the sounds that leaked from his office windows, the constant nightlife that sounded from the streets below. Time seemed to stop here, moving at a lazy pace as if magnetized by the drum of waves and sand.

His white shirt was left open over the only pair of worn jeans he owned. On his chest, the purple crystal hummed on the leather band it was strung on. His wedding ring had been left in his wallet the moment he got in the taxi.

And inside the hotel room, a young brunette was starting to stirr.

For some reason, guilt was absent in his emotions.  

[surrxptitiously]

Oliver rolled over, instinctively reaching out amidst the tangle of sheets. When his palm met cool mattress, his eyes opened, and he simply exhaled, still too exhausted from the night before to get all worked up about waking up alone. Flipping over onto his back, he was staring up at the ceiling when he heard a cell phone buzz, and when he glanced over, he noticed Nathaniel on the balcony, on his phone. 

A fleeting thought questioned if it was the husband Nathaniel never mentioned by name or even acknowledged. He should feel guilty about that - shouldn’t he? That not only was he lying to someone about where he was, but in turn was the reason someone else was too. They both had homes, lives they would return to after this. Too late. Whatever damaged they’d inevitably caused had already been put in motion, so instead of constantly barraging himself with what they were doing, Oliver pulled on a pair of sweats and headed for the kitchen. 

After grabbing two glasses and filling them respectively, he joined Nathaniel on the balcony, setting a glass of water on the table in front of him. 

“Hungry?” he asked quietly.

[surrxptitiously]

When Matthew was 26, he tattooed Nathan's initials onto his left forearm, near his wrist, but since he has two full sleeves, it's hardly noticeable.

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The truth is I'm freaking out about this whole Man I'm supposed to be I'm nervous now cause (s)he can't know I'm desperately in need Cause up here's hard to reach

Don’t tell me that you love me I won’t tell you that I love you

[surrxptitiously]

Those thoughts of past lovers They'll always haunt me I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me Then will you remember me in the same way As I remember you

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Mathaniel / Blarlotte

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Noliver: 

Oliver tensed, a symptom of surprise that didn’t pass even after the kiss had ended and Nathaniel had spoken. He knew he could pull away, walk away, never speak of it again. He wouldn’t have to quit, this man was hardly seen as it was. He wouldn’t have to say anything to Jericho, this could just be forgotten. 

But then he moved, and he didn’t stop himself. He closed the distance between their lips again, fingers gripping the waistband of Nathaniel’s slacks. If he was going to do this, he was going to go through with it.

Mavira:

He didn’t even hesitate. Once he was standing, he reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. But the sudden vertical reeled him, and he finally paused. Guilt permeated him, and Matthew managed to think past the strain in his jeans and pushed his hand through his hair. “We can’t do this.” 

Monrue: 

The sudden flare of pain was something she wasn’t expecting, and the surprise caused a cry from her. She felt Monroe kicked back to life, and her vessel again tried to rebel. But then Prophecy set back against her calves and met his hips, the sensations drowning out Monroe entirely. And as moans came out of her, her vessel’s body adapting and accepting, she was nearing her finish. 

So when he stilled, a growl came out of her. Muttering a curse, she pulled her hips in, drawing him out before pushing back. 

The Baes

There was a lot of ignoring as Madilyn appeared at Rikku’s side and shrugged off her coat, folding it and then fitting it beneath her head. Rikku’s eyes were barely open, and it was obvious she was battling the pulls of sleep. But Maddy pushed the hair away from her face and told her softly that it was okay.

“Matthew won’t be of any help.” She said finally after Nathaniel exhausted the yell limit in the room. “Not with you here.” Ever since that rooftop scene, it was plainly obvious Matthew’s abilities had a mind of their own, and would put Nathan’s safety over any and all. With or without Matthew’s control. 

Which left her, didn’t it. 

Maddy took off what was left of Rikku’s shirt and just stared at the bullet wound. She had about 3 years of premed training, but nothing near stuff like this. But she understood how anatomy worked, and she knew that sometimes it was better to just leave metal where it landed and just close the wound. She could see that Rikku was trying to heal, she just needed a bit of a kick start. 

Lifting her hand, electricity started at the center of her palm and then wrapped around, the tendrils a bright blue as they weaved through and around her fingers. Placing her hand flat against the wound, the electricity crackled loudly as it traveled in through the wound. Suddenly a scream filled the room, being pulled out of Rikku.

[surrxptitiously]

College is getting better but I still hate it

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Mathaniel / Blarlotte

[surrxptitiously]

Mavira:

Matthew accepted her weight easily, hands cupping her ass as he aided in her grind. The acrid smell of alcohol leeched from them both - which should have been enough to stop him. After 25 years, he was more than aware of what he was doing. But tequila was a bitch and his inhibition had gone where his money had - invested in shot after shot of liquor. 

He answered her by maneuvering her onto her back across the booth, their only privacy being the table littered with used glasses. if she wanted more, she was going to have to speak up. He was too liquored out of his mind to worry about subtleties.

Noliver:

His breath caught in his lungs, time slowing before stopping completely. Oliver was in absolute wonder, his eyes wide as they could only watch as Nathaniel lifted the drink to his lips before finishing it. It seemed like decades before he was able to recenter his focus, finding his boss’s eyes again. 

On a swallow, he could feel his cheeks darken with color, all that composure he’d gotten from his curiosity slipping away.

“I don’t understand.” he said finally, his voice caught on the breath he was struggling to take. 

Monrue: 

And she accepted them with shudders and involuntary gasps, the center of her beginning to scream for something only he could give her. As her body began to ache, her mouth opened and her fingers dug into the hard ground. 

So much time had passed, with either of them off doing bidding for themselves, that it felt like years had stretched between them. And though her vessel had been with many, and her vessels before had no shortage either, there was no comparisons to the way Death was able to make her shatter. 

And he was merely touching her. 

Shifting to better support herself, she reached between her legs, finding the heat at her core. 

Bae/Bae#2

Charlotte was in the process of containing her panic when she pulled her phone out and dialed. The call was short, the details unnecessary and then she gave Blyze the address and disappeared. 

Reforming, she was greeted by Madilyn, who looked just about as good as Charlotte felt. And she knew she was putting Maddy in a horrible place, but she couldn’t think of anyone else with any medical experience.

[jetfuel-cantmeltsteelbeams]

Mathaniel / Blarlotte

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Mavira:

There was an inhale as he rolled his eyes before tilting his head back and taking the shot with him. As the burn left a trail down his throat into his gut, he relinquished his hold on his psyche and actually let this liquor move him. 

After they’d finished the line, Matthew’s head was spinning, his vision unable to grab onto anything for longer than a few seconds. Another tray was set down, but he only noticed it in his peripheral. He was too busy trying to focus on Dav, watching her set her glass down and not giving her the chance to grab another. 

He shifted forward, reaching into her light hair, cupping the back of her head. The movement was smooth, despite the alcohol, and he pressed his lips to hers. 

---

Noliver: 

His dark eyes narrowed, his brows knitting together. Quickly his mind churned over the possible answers, running a few different scenarios that all seemed to end in a similar place. And didn’t that make his neck hot - and also make him suddenly realize just what he wanted, even though he was absolutely certain it was one sided. 

As he swallowed, an image of Jericho came to him, but it quickly dissipated the longer he focused on Nathaniel. 

“Do I.”

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Monrue:

She was languid with her movements, taking eons to do as he demanded. And she made a show of it, her hands working slowly down her body until they met fabric, working to make sure parts of her brushed against him as she moved the pieces off her body. 

Now fully bare to him, she felt the heat lick up her body, the anticipation making her impatient. 

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Blyze/Rikku:

Charlotte collapsed, her knees giving out and meeting the hard floor with a thud. She was close, so very close, and she reached out to brush her daughter’s hair, eventually running her hand down Rikku’s back. She was so cold, Charlotte thought, her eyes following her hand until something made her stop. Focusing through a mind that was barely processing anything, she was slow in realizing what had bloomed in the middle of her back. 

“That’s not...” oh my god.

With her free hand, she was overlapping Blyze’s, and her grip tightened. 

“She needs help - she can’t stay here.” The words were coming out without any prior thought, making them feel foreign and out of body. 

[jetfuel-cantmeltsteelbeams]

Mathaniel / Blarlotte

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Mavira: 

Not what. Who.

Matthew wasn’t in the mood to make excuses for who he was or what his agenda had been for the past few decades. He’d been living with the sole purpose of self serving, a never ending well of satisfaction. 

He’d only ever made one decision, in his whole life, that wasn’t aimed at him. And the mental image of him removing that ring from Nathan’s finger and telling him to go made his body go rigid, his fingers tensing around the glass. 

“We should talk about something else.” Because anymore of this and the liquor in him was going to make him do something stupid. His self serving attitude wasn’t going to improve with this conversation or the line up of shots that had just been set down at the head of their table. 

Forgetting about the sip of alcohol left in his glass, he reached for the small ounce and a half and repositioned himself so he was leaning back and facing her. 

“This night wasn’t intended to get this heavy.”

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Blyze/Rikku:  

Charlotte took form in the small room, her heart hammering as she stumbled a bit on her feet, her knees weak. The conversation between her and Nathaniel had been short, not a lot of detail given. But it had been enough to get her out of that house without a second to question it. 

“What happened?” she was suddenly breathless, unable to understand the scene before her. 

Rikku’s eyes were closed, but her chest was moving, a steady inhale and exhale. Then her eyelids would flicker, as if she were struggling to stay awake, and all Charlotte could focus on was texting her to come home to help with Rue’s kids. 

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Noliver: 

Oliver brushed at the back of his neck, his eyes moving up and around the room before refocusing. “Aside from the obvious?” It was the weirdest sensation, but the intimidation he felt didn’t so much as make him cower as it did make this easier. He still felt out of place, but his curiosity was spiking, and that’s what caused him to take a few steps forward. 

“You’re married,” his made a subtle notion towards the ring and then gave a small shrug. “That’s about where mine, and everyone’s knowledge of you ends.”

Though that didn’t mean Oliver didn’t have his guesses.

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Monrue:

A sharp inhale was the only response he got, followed by a purr in the back of her throat. “You always say the nicest things,” When her mind began to quiet, she relished in the silence, Monroe taking a seat and just watching through the lens. And it was a question on how far she’d use him now that she’d forced Monroe back from the reigns. 

“It’s time to quit playing games,” another ploy as she attempted to shift under him, a desire to finish this leading her. 

[k009]

The 3 important B’s

[honeynutfemios-deactivated20181]

My Storyteller with Gelar Underwood. 8o

[congalineofdurin]

Literally me,my cleric OC bloody and crying is literally my favorite,as soon as I love a character I want them destroyed,fuck it beat up ALL of my OCs,and then kylo,make kylo cry,bruise urrybody

[spacegem-blog]

Honestly what’s wrong with me

[lovelysuggestion]

i am not who i want to be and it kills me

[okcold-deactivated20190629]

[surrxptitiously]

funny how even writers who use gifs in place of descriptions still manage to weave more interesting pieces of writing than me.

[surrxptitiously]

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I rode the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels in a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" Don't threaten me with a good time