#devilsympcthy

[misdcmeanours]

"magda lourdes?" he calls out over the table of half finished glasses and a plate of fries. there wasn't much that made the british bitch stumble. but watching apollo deo fawn over and please his little SLUT from his tour? that was like looking into the end of her run. "i didn't think you'd make it? don't worry, the boys are in the bathroom. we should talk?"

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[tantrcm]

~ he was practically vibrating with the need for something stronger than the whiskey between his thumb and forefinger. he tipped it back and drank with a steady pace. sure he was DRUNK but it wasn't ENOUGH. it was never enough. fuck it. he thought as he stared down at the pretty little thing sitting perfectly on his lap.

his fingers played with the hem of her very short and transparent skirt. he hadn't meant to force her out in something so revealing. but he knew he'd kill anyone that mentioned it. she was beautiful, and besides the very clear fact that he had a GIRLFRIEND. he still wanted her close and protected.

"what about him?" apollo nodded to the dirty looking man stumbling over himself as he danced in the center of the very full club dance floor. "he's practically foaming at the mouth. i think he can hook us up." he was after the drugs. always after the drugs.

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[artframed]

@devilsympcthy​ said  :  “ i  guess  we’re  partying “  \ sentence  meme

                                                 "  WE'RE  NOT  PARTYING,  WE'RE  SETTING  A  MOOD,  "  SHE  INSISTS,  HANDING  A  LONG  STEM  GLASS  OF  WHITE  WINE  OFF  TO  MAGDA.  she  frequently  gives  clients  a  glass  of  wine  to  help  EASE  pre-shoot  nerves,  just  something  to  LOOSEN  them  up  so  that  they  don't  photograph  like  BABY  DEER  or  worse,  wax  figures.  "  before  you  get  in  front  of  the  CAMERA,  we  need  to  get  you  COMFORTABLE.  "

[tantrcm]

@devilsympcthy​ 

       “he’s not good for you. i hope you know that.” he mumbled in passing, he wasn’t the type to hold his tongue. EVER. actually. “and he makes you look like a tool for loving him. i would know.” his relationship with his very hot and cold girlfriend a pretty clear example of what he meant.

[misdcmeanours]

“did you see pol’s ruining his own life?” river mumbled shoving a mini quiche into his mouth. he was munching from the complimentary ‘after press’ bullshit lunch they planned. of course all of this while his singer and magda fought at the bar. “–love that for him, mate.”

@devlsbackbone​ @devilsympcthy​

[tantrcm]

@devilsympcthy​ “don’t call her baby”

“and what should i call her, princess?” it was bitter tasting. the whole situation. it was so clear they wanted each other. this was the first real love apollo has ever felt, not that he’d admit that to his girlfriend. but either way. apollo wanted magda, magda wanted him. but why was it he was so quick to give all of it up for what his label man said was necessary for his music? “to the world she’s my girl still.”

[tantrcm]

@devilsympcthy​ :)

“if you’re not my plug, fuck off.” apollo called through the hotel room from the bathroom. digging through his pants pockets in hopes of finding SOMETHING to keep the shakes away. “is it fuckin’ lance!” he marched through the door and glared, the cold sweat he woke up in was enough to scare him into screaming at garret over the phone that he needed his shit and NOW.

[tantrcm]

@devilsympcthy​ hello princess.

“that,” apollo took a lacey piece of clothing and throw it to an open bunk of their new tour bus. he was tired of sharing. when would his label learn that he was worth more than any of those wannabes. “is my bunk, princess. and that one, that’s yours. so keep your shit on your bunk or i’ll resort to drawing a line on the ground? yeah?”