#dirtbeg.

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@dirtbeg​    starter call.

    “    boy...    “    teddy walks into her living room, witnessing a splayed out jack ainsworth on her couch with a bottle of something hanging in his hand.    “    you say you aren’t an alcoholic, but this look isn’t helping you out much.    “

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16 for teds

∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them.

walking down the hallway, minding her way to the bedroom as she is tired from working for the day. jack is there; he's always there and she never minds it. they're around each other so often they might as well live together at this point. though, sometimes, she wishes he would pull his weight around like go to work for her so she can rest. it's not that she feels it to be a burden or that he's necessarily lazy, she yearns from some impossible home life.

it's just before she reaches her bedroom that there's a heavy set of steps coming up from behind her, but before she can react, she's pressed up against a wall. she grunts from the impact, her head hitting the wall, but not so hard that it will bother her later. wrists are being held captive and she sees who the perpetrator is. jack. she breathes deep, not scared in the slightest. why would she be?

her eyes stare deeply into his as he looks her up and down, every inch of her. there's nothing on her tongue that is worth speaking in the moment and it's not like she has the time to before a hard kiss lands on her lips. she matches his intensity with a hungriness that may never be fulfilled.

she pulls away, biting onto her bottom lip and then her tongue licking away his saliva left there. " i'm tired. " she doesn't say this to get him to stop. that's the invitation.

[grievent]

@dirtbeg​    starter call.

    “    peppermint.    if you’re feeling sick, peppermint will help or maybe some tea.    “

[grievent]

"getting slammed in the nose fucks you all up."

    “    yeah! i’ll say!    “ ben exclaims at the sight.    the door is wide open and there’s jack on the porch.    his face says that this is a regular occurrence and he isn’t here for help, maybe just to show off.    ben looks on with concern, almost frozen with not knowing what the next move will be.    while looking at jack, there’s drops of blood falling from his nose, creating a lipstick on his lips, and down his chin.    there’s drops of blood create a rhythmic tapping on the porch.

    ben grabs his arm to pull him inside.    “    get in here, you’re getting blood all over the porch!    “    he doesn’t say this to make him feel bad and there’s no inclination of ben being a clean freak, but because he’s reacting how connie would.    the horror on such a safe property fights with the possibility of harm.    he knows connie wouldn’t have liked that.    in fact, she would always be the caring one to patch up a wound and she did it well.    “    let me go get you a towel and some ice.    “

[ferverence]

@dirtbeg

    warm sun sets as the garden becomes cast in shadow.    connie looks at her watch; she doesn’t wear it often, but mostly when ellie is there with her.    she’s prompt on the time so that she isn’t late to arriving back home and upsetting her mother.    as if her mother cared in the slightest bit.    connie doesn’t hold much resentment towards her,  but only enough to come as a close second to her own mother.

    as the two are coming back inside from the garden, the doorbell rings.    connie is frozen for a second as she looks to the door knowing she isn’t expecting anyone especially at such an hour.    she makes her way to the door as she cautiously opens it and peeks around to the outside.    she sees a familiar face.    “    my goodness, jack!    “    the door is swung open wider.    “    you need to let me know when you’re arriving.    why don’t you come in for a drink?    “