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“Don’t be shy.” The Outsider’s voice is raspy at the edges, smoke curling away from his lips. He steps closer, his every movement slowed, dark lashes fluttering as he blinks those black eyes. He takes a long drag from the joint between his fingers and holds the smoke in his lungs.

“I’ll show you.” He leans in, waiting until the Overseer subconsciously parts his lips before he slowly breathes out.

                    he  can’t  bring  himself  to  care  about  all  the  things  wrong  with  this...  pastime.  when  the  outsider  steps  closer  to  him,  he  considers  retreating  away  from  him,  but  he  stays  put,  meets  his  gaze  and  he  watches,  fascinated  as  he  draws  in  a  lungful  of  smoke.

                   he  leans  in  close,  feels  his  lips  part  and  he  breathes  in  deep.  the  smoke  feels  strange  on  his  tongue,  in  his  mouth,  warm  down  his  throat,  but  not  unpleasant.  at  least  until  his  breath  stutters  and  with  the  fluidity  of  the  motion  disrupted,  he  finds  himself  choking  on  smoke,  having  not  breathed  in  deep  enough  (  or  maybe  it’s  that  he  breathes  in  too  deeply  )  and  he  finds  himself  coughing  up  a  cloud  of  thick  smoke,  the  warm  almost-burning  sensation  clinging  to  his  throat  as  his  eyes  water.

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@blackeyedbxstard:

The Outsider raised a curious brow over the rim of his glass, black eyes shamelessly sweeping over the other man’s frame. “You’re one of Daud’s boys, aren’t you?” He tilted his head back, ice clinking as he downed the last of his drink and held up his glass. An invitation. “Brandy, on the rocks.”

He propped his elbows on the bar and leaned in just a little closer. His grin was almost predatory. “You must be Thomas.”

        ---  and  suddenly  the  stranger  is  much  less  appealing  and  much  more  intimidating.  he  feels  something  icy  drive  its  way  down  his  spine,  freezing  him  in  place  and  filling  him  with  thread.  “  and  what  if  i  am?  ”  he  doesn’t  know  who  this  person  is,  nor  is  he  aware  of  what  they  want,  but  the  fact  that  they  know  his  alliance  has  him  worried.  despite  that,  he  still  orders  the  stranger  the  drink  he’d  promised,  though  he  keeps  him  in  his  peripherals.

        “  it’s  not  entirely  fair,  you  know  ---  the  fact  that  you  know  my  name  and  i  don’t  know  yours.  care  to  help  me  out?  ”