#* v. wornguilt.

[missedlcve]

      ↳   for  @wornguilt​  because they liked  this .

❛  either you got attacked by a pack of rabid raccoons or you and my brother have made amends,  ❜  spoken with her eyes going in the other direction, her tone is accusatory, but it’s all meant for  fun.  there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she cleans off the counter of the bar where her friend sits, and she begins to prepare a drink for her. 

words and call-outs are meant as terms of endearment, and she isn’t done with them...  yet.  ❛  i have a couple of turtle necks if you want them, y’know,  ❜  a final jab and the woman chuckles, putting up a small round glass with ice and whiskey up in front of aaliyah. arms come up to rest on the top of the bar, body leaning forward, and she cocks her head slightly to the side as eyes meet that of the other woman.  ❛  surprised you came here alone. usually brian takes any opportunity to go to the bar he can. -- i’m assuming he’s busy with your brothers?  ❜

[missedlcve]

          ↳   for  @wornguilt​​  because they liked  this .

❛  yo, yo, yo-- i come bearing  gifts!  ❜

gifts for  all  of them--  brian, aaliyah, and herself--  but as soon as she steps through the door, brian walks  out.  eyebrows furrow as her gaze follows him, and it’s only after a moment that she turns to look at the other woman. one hand holds a twelve pack of beer, the other raises to point backwards over her shoulder with her thumb.  ❛  the fuck was that all about? ❜  he seemed  upset, she just doesn’t know  why.  knowing him, it could be a plethora of things-- any combination of dumb shit. though, it’s obvious to her that the past few time she’s been over, the mood has definitely  shifted. something has happened, that much she knows-- she isn’t  dumb--  but she isn’t nosy enough to actually  pry. 

finally, she shrugs, ❛  oh, well.. more alcohol for us, then. girls night it is.  ❜

[noblehigh]

                           ↳   @wornguilt​​   from  here .                ❛  i think you’d better hurry up and kiss me, then.  ❜

this is a sweet poison he’s chosen ; a  marvelous  way to die. he remembers the time her brothers beat that one guy’s face in for getting too close to her, and he almost  lives  off the thrill of the thought of what they’d do to him if they saw him getting this  brave,  -- but he can’t help it.  the second she popped her head in during that meeting, the second he  saw  her-- there was something gnawing at his mind, consuming his being. he needed her-- he  needs  her-- and he plans on  getting  her. 

toothpick is carefully juggled by his tongue, moving to the other side of his mouth as he stands over her ; the palm of his hand is pressed to the wall above her head, body leaning against his arm.   ❛  i don’t really give a shit  what  they say.  ❜ if he has to reiterate it another twenty times, he  will. -- oh, he’ll  gladly  oblige each time he’s given the opportunity to rat on himself and just how  raw  his intentions are.  ❛  the last thing i’ve ever done is let anyone tell me what to do, and your brothers ain’t gonna be the first ones to change my mind. -- and i think you  know  that. ❜  maybe because she’s just the same?

                    yeah? well you know what i think?                        ❛  -- what’s that, princess?  ❜             i think you’d better hurry up and kiss me then. 

for a moment, he doesn’t move. instead, he looks at her, this kind of  wonder  filling his eyes, combined with this childlike glee, and that grin turns  wicked.  index and thumb from his free hand take the pick from his mouth, and he frees up his other from leaning against the wall to cup the back of her head. it’s a slow, swift movement forward that has her lips caught up in his own, and he’d be  lying  if he said it didn’t make him feel like he’s  floating. it isn’t any quick peck, either. it’s long, drawn out-- and somewhere along the line he finds it within himself to make his tongue push past her lips, wrestling with hers. a slow draw away only comes into fruition in the form of his teeth tugging on her bottom lip, and once they’ve parted, he curls his pointer finger under her chin to tilt her head up.  ❛  you taste just as good as i thought you would.  ❜