#bourboneyes

[ghostlysorrows]

@bourboneyes . 

             ❛ -----------airiana, sweetie, if you’re gonna RUMMAGE---------please do so without sounding like a hungry raccoon. ❜

[loveisaviolence2]

bourbon’s not bourbon around her, goes down thick & hard and tastes like all the things he trusted not to creep into something as SACRED as his damned drinking; regret, guilt, men who didn’t need fangs to get real bad real fast. truth is, he probably ought’a stop bein’ so surprised when things betray him ( guy trusts VAMPIRES for christ’s sake --- and if he needs any more evidence of the world being backasswards than all the heartache even bourbon can’t kill, he need look no further than that he’s finding the vampires are usually more trustworthy. even more TRUSTWORTHY than a bottle of whiskey and more than a few bad ideas. y’know, things that never seemed like they were letting him down, even when they got him behind bars. ) he doesn’t look at her, mostly because he thinks she’ll look like she UNDERSTANDS, and boy, he really fucking hopes she doesn’t ( ‘course she does; there are more than a few SALTZMAN CURSES and she’s inherited all of them, and her mom’s eyes, too, big and brown and bright no matter how many bottles she’s heard shatter. that’s a curse, too, ‘much as he loves ‘em and the girl they belong to, he’s sure of that ––– just not sure if it’s WORSE than any of the other hereditary misfortunes bestowed on her. it’s easier not to be sure when he’s not looking at her. ) he shifts between multiple conversation starters and grows more weary with each new addition to the NO-FUCKING-WAY list, tries to ignore that bourbon tastes a bit like gasoline around her,  and he deserves the burn.  ❝ ‘prolly shouldn’t’ve come here, ar. damn town sucks you in like a BLACK HOLE.  ❞ and he’s both oblivious and an ass, because he really doesn’t want her going anywhere, and this just seems safer, and he’s a damned coward. and so damned tired. // ( @bourboneyes. ) 

[ghostlysorrows]

bourboneyes. 

                it’s in the quiet of her breath that he finds comfort. it’s a pattern he could grow used to and one that he’d so carelessly almost fallen to fall asleep to. and though weariness rests heavily on his body----he’s never really been more awake. circling his arm around her waist, he pulls her smaller frame closer to his still and buries his face into her hair. if he could stop time, he’d freeze it here. he’d leave it on pause and just stay for a little while, while the world is dormant and so are his thoughts. but nothing lasts forever and the sun will finish rising soon, so instead he just enjoys it while it lasts. ( silently hopes for more mornings like this. )

[ghostlysorrows]

bourboneyes replied to your post: “like this for a damon starter ?”:

lex: "are u kidding me I always write the starters what the fuck" also lex: *damon starter call for anyone that wants damon*

are you saying i cant make starter calls now? hOE I’VE BEEN WRITING WITH U FOR LIKE THREE YEARS NOW I SHOULDN’T BE THE ONLY ONE MAKING OUR STARTERS. SUCK MY DICK. 

[ghostlysorrows]

but does ur brotp, brotp like dairiana brotp’s ://////