#c1tyhaunts

[cartelheir]

@c1tyhaunts : [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] from Che <3

[ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose

it's such a silly, adolescent gesture that it makes her roll her eyes and laugh. grabbing a fistful of the fabric of his shirt, pat pulls him back into bed, pleased at how little resistance he offers, like he never truly wanted to get up in the first place. it's so easy to lose herself in all of this ━━ the touches, the affection, the long hours spent in luxurious hotel rooms, or being taken on some of the nicest dates of her life. the realization stirs something inside of her; something that perhaps shouldn't have been stirred.

she ends up with her head on his chest, unable to face him as the smile slowly fades from her face. " you ... " pat pauses, fumbles with the words in her brain. " ... you confuse me, sometimes. "

accepting : non-sexual acts of intimacy.

[cartelheir]

@c1tyhaunts : [ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] from Manny <3

[ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] My muse hugs yours tightly after not having seen them for a while

it feels like it takes forever for the others to leave. they're just doing their jobs, reporting back to her, and she keeps trying to find an excuse to dismiss them without sending manny away as well. thankfully, she doesn't have to say anything. the other sicarios leave, but he sticks around, standing across the room. pat waits until she can close the door, until she hears their voices fade and she's safe within the privacy of her own office, before she closes the distance between them with just a few steps and all but throws her arms around him.

she's amazed by how instant it is that relief and warmth floods her body, like she's finally been granted permission to relax. his heart beats right under her ear, the side of her face pressed to his chest, and she tightens her grip on him just so she can feel it better.

" i was wondering if you'd come back. " her voice trembles as she remembers their last interaction before he left, all the words that she wished she could instantly take back. " i wouldn't blame you if you didn't. "

accepting : non-sexual acts of intimacy.

[cartelheir]

@c1tyhaunts : "it's not okay! you're not fine!" ( manny. )

" puta madre, manny, will you get off my ass? " there's an all-too familiar lump in her throat, the one that makes her voice high-pitched and warns her of oncoming tears, and the only way pat finds to fight through it is this: lashing out, turning her anguish into rage.

she's beginning to regret telling him about things. césar navarro is not a topic she'll talk about with just anyone, much less their past together; parts of it, at least, but enough to cause horror. it had felt so good that night, to have manny listen and hold her and tuck her in. she felt seen, and that's exactly the problem now. it made her too vulnerable, too easy to be read by him.

" this is my job. and the guy's my boss. i mean, what do you expect me to do? quit and never see him again because it hurts my feelings? that's not how it works! "

inbox cleaning.

[cartelheir]

@c1tyhaunts : "that's... a lot of blood." (avian)

" it was━ just a graze. " her once cream-colored dress is now mostly red, as well as the palms of her hands that fight to put pressure over the wound; something she had heard in a movie at some point. if it was just a bullet graze, why is it bleeding so much? is it supposed to bleed this much? despite her own attempt to reassure her friend, pat herself is starting to get freaked out.

" can you... do you think you can do something? " she thinks of the doctor in mexico she's had in her pocket for years, but she's in a tight spot; unsure if she can trust him, much less a regular doctor who'll call the police the second he realizes what he's dealing with. " i mean, i know you're not a doctor, but you're like... a scientist, right? "

inbox cleaning.

[fairestjuliet-a]

@c1tyhaunts as avian esparza :   "quite the predicament, indeed."

their world is suffocatingly small.  the near empty foyer of the hotel outside of another party is a reminder of that as her gaze falls on a familiar face.  gloss-slick lips press together as she looks at avian, a sort of awkwardness between two people who'd gone to school together.  it's a side effect of wealth,  families colliding onto each other, leaving her here, staring at avian like a wounded doe.

still, starlight girl lifts the corners of her mouth in a small smile, the kind often given to strangers and acquaintances alike.  after all, she   &   avian have never particularly been friends, but maybe juliet should be more surprised about that fact as her family always seems to group her with any   &   all of their friends' children   &   extended family.  it's a form of class solidarity she never quite understood.

avian's words draw a short laugh from her mouth.  the two options juliet provided the other were:  to sneak out or stay   &   see the night through.  suddenly, she gets an idea that breaks a smile across her features.   “   here's an idea.  why don't you come with me,   &   we can get out of here   &   do whatever you want?   ”   surely, she can't get in trouble if avian were with her, not when she could convince her parents they were bonding if they notice she were gone.

[cartelheir]

@c1tyhaunts : "alcohol isn't going to solve your problems." (che)

is it that obvious? she's only in her first glass, for christ's sakes. but, now that she thinks of it, she's only just ordered it, and only about a fourth of its contents are left in the glass. when she gets into these moods, she's never been good at hiding it, either; it's like the frustration and anger shine through her voice, her body language. this is a woman who's clearly had a shitty day. she has to admire che for the guts to even approach her.

she doesn't snap at him. instead, red lips stretch into a soft grin. turns out, patricia knows more than one inappropriate coping mechanism.

" you're right. " leaving her glass over the table, her head tilts to the side, fingertips deliberately brush against the side of his hand. " do you happen to know anything else that would help me feel better? "

inbox cleaning.

[miidnighters-a]

@c1tyhaunts Avian said " i have... so many questions. "

"So does everyone else, babe."

But at least this time Lulu can rest assured it's not so much her as a person (although she is covered in dirt) and probably the entire plant she's got stuffed in the back pocket of her khaki cargo shorts, on a strange lean and tickling her left elbow with how far it sticks out. Listen, she'd needed to keep the root ball contained and her hands free, and this had seemed like the most logical option.

"I needed samples for testing, and I'm gonna replant this guy in the lab. All makes sense, right?"

[miidnighters-a]

@c1tyhaunts Avian said " thank you. for helping me, i mean. "

"You don't have to thank me for that." It's said quickly - the kind of rushed-out sentence of someone who thinks thankyous are futile in this scenario. Besides - what was she going to do, just leave the other woman? "But you're good, though, right?" Careful eyes look Avian over, making sure she's not hurt or at the very least visibly rattled. "I can go fuck someone up, if I need to?"