#gangfrnd

[gvnpcwdr]

@gangfrnd​ // RIO 

SHE HAD TO BE SMART ABOUT THIS. The agent had already built an incredibly colorful jacket for herself, starting with the killing of notorious serial killer Buffalo Bill, and tragically ending with the slaying of Evelda Drumgo. How she kept ending up with cases of this nature, she was not sure --- however, she was well aware that she was on her last leg with the bureau, and she barely made it out of that internal affairs investigation. She had a lot to prove, or rather prove again. Sitting in her vehicle, she watched Rio closely. She had been tailing the man for two days now, trying to help the DEA and the Bureau build a case. But, from what she could tell by his rap sheet, he had slipped through the proverbial cracks of the justice system before. She could not afford to allow him to be slippery again. So, she sat --- observed.

She made note of the distinct identifiable tattoos but she could not help but to wonder what he was doing in this part of the town. But then again, she sure was a long way from home herself. She gives brief though notable thought to the West Virginia plate on the back of her car --- sore thumb. After a while, she reigns in all unnecessary outside thoughts to bring her attention to the present; where it was needed most. Blue hues narrow, watching --- waiting. 

[kausten-moved]

@gangfrnd​    “  i know you’re awake.  ”   /   morning after starters.

she  had  been  awake  for  at  least  fifteen  minutes  before  he  spoke.  but  laying  there  with  her  eyes  closed  and  body  still,  faux  sleeping  state;  had  been  a  better  idea  than  facing  whatever  the  morning  brought.  but  kate  knows  she  couldn’t  avoid  it  forever,  and  since  for  some  reason  he  decided  to  stay  after  the  events  that  took  place  hours  prior;  she’d  have  to  face  it  now.  opening  her  lids,  kate  slowly  pulls  her  upper  body  up,  bare  back  facing  him  as  the  covers  fall  from  her  chest  and  she’s  reaching  to  tug  her  shirt  back  on.  doesn’t  bother  to  glance  over  as  she  speaks,  “  morning.  “

[kausten-moved]

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. ).  /  @gangfrnd​​

she’s  no  doctor  -  but  lucky  for  her  (  and  especially,  him.  ),  the  bullet  wound  on  the  other  seemed  to  be  clean  through.  lower  lip  is  brought  between  teeth  as  eyes  narrow,  green  hues  focused  on  the  alcohol  damped  cotton  ball  she  was  using  to  wipe  the  blood  from  his  skin.  every  now  and  then,  kate  flickers  her  eyes  at  him.      ❝        guess  our  roles  got  reversed  here,  huh?         ❞     and  it’s  true.  despite  rio’s  position  being  seemingly  more  intense  than  kates  ever  been  the  last  few  years  -  somehow  she’s  the  one  mostly  left  bruised  and  injured,  and  he’s  the  one  cleaning  up  her  mess.  her  gaze  refocuses  on  wound,  dropping  cotton  ball  on  bar  table  and  grabbing  the  bandage.         ❝        deal  go  wrong,  or  do  you  tend  to  get  shot  for  fun  ?         ❞

[kausten-moved]

@gangfrnd​   ❝  let  me  drive  you  home.  ❞  drinking  starters.

kate  doesn’t  indulge  in  drinking  often.  a  few  beers  here  and  there  while  sitting  at  the  bar  waiting  for  rio  to  discuss  whatever  job  he’d  give  her  that  week.  but  tonight,  she’d  order  more  than  a  few  beers.  for  no  particular  reason,  like  there  was  no  particular  reason  she  decided  to  drink  here,  at  this  particular  bar.  either  way,  kate  felt  a  good  buzz  going  -  and  it  was  as  far  as  she  planned  to  get.  never  really  enjoyed  being  so  out  of  it  she  couldn’t  process  her  own  thoughts.  so  she  sits  on  the  stool,  sipping  bourbon  with  forearms  laid  flat  on  the  tabletop.  his  voice  is  a  familiar  sound,  hell,  he  was  practically  the  only  person  she  communicated  with  at  all.  she  laughs,  bending  her  elbows  to  bring  her  glass  to  her  lips  and  down  the  rest  before  arms  are  crossed  over  the  table  and  her  head  turns  over.  “  you  know,  i  don’t  need  a  chaperone  all  the  time.  “

[thornicide]

  @gangfrnd​​​​ :    ❛  i  know  what  i  want .  ❜                 ↳               –           [ prompt ]

palms firmly planted      against the windowsill ,     adelaide has folded her paper silhouette in such a way as to swallow the sun  ;    clarity denied  ,       the golden aurora rises east in its drowsy explendor  ,      tracing the delicate outlines of her body to pluck her out of its orange canvas like an object to be marveled at ,    still bare and untouched  by the haste of routine .       beyond the jutting curve of her spine ,   a vast evergreen extends ahead ,       flowers and trees and birds that chirp perfectly in tune .   

❛      is that so?    most people ,    i find  ...        are filled with uncertainty .       and those who aren’t ,      have long reached their goals ,  but still feel ultimately unfulfilled .      ❜    her friends come to mind ,   if you could even label their symbiotic relationship that :    first it was status ,   dating the prettiest boy in school ,   then college ,   marriage ,    children  ----   all so painfully formulaic ,    and not a single one of them felt full .      she was hungry ,   and aimless ,     but she’d rather be that than settle for mediocrity .

she peeks over the bump of her shoulder ,    sunlight cutting through the pale gold of her hair ,        those fitting cat-eyes are     treacherous as always .    ❛     i want many things .    i want   everything ...      but most of all ,    i want things i can’t have .      ❜     veiled admissions   roll off her velvety tongue in meek prowl .      she smiles  .      he looks so out of place in here ,      stiff shoulders ,    hardened jaw  ---- is that what he really wants?     to one day be able to unclench his fists?    to belong in this dollhouse world of hers?         ❛     if i told you       i’d give it to you ,      would you tell me the truth ?    ----- tell me   one thing    you want .    ❜

[kausten]

🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm. @gangfrnd​​

it  was  a  wonder  how  they  even  made  it  back  to  her  motel.  the  way  the  blizzard  outside  was  evergrowing,  how  the  scar  skidded  on  ice  as  they  pulled  in.  but  here  they  are,  and  kate's  quick  to  shrug  off  her  freezing  jacket,  her  messy  hair  tangled  in  snowflakes  and  nose  all  red.  eyes  trail  out  the  window,  watching  as  the  snow  already  begins  to  bury  his  wheels  several  deep  inches.    ❛  looks  like  you’re  stuck  for  awhile.  ❜  dead  panned,  eyes  briefly  meet  his  before  she’s  heading  towards  the  coffee  maker.  ❛  coffee?  ❜

[kausten]

@gangfrnd​     submitted     whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no.

❛   i   wasn’t   ...    ❜  voice   trails   until   it   doesn’t,   catches   her   bottom   lips   between   her   teeth   as   corners   of   her   mouth   tug   upwards.   supposes   he   knows   a   bit   about   her   at   this   point,   still   defense   comes   to   mind   first   thing   with   kate.   sniffles,   then   smiles   a   feign   motion   of   sweet   at   him.   ❛   i   need   thirty   grand   and   you   don’t   get   to   ask   why.   ❜   likely   because   she’s   planning   on   skipping   out   on   him   and   that   money   will   be   going   towards   a   new   identity.   

[unobtainabledreams]

@gangfrnd asked: ❛   patch . +reverse

Lily knew better than to ask too many questions, but she had never deal with a wound like this before. Hell, she’d hardly dealt with any wounds at all. She wasn’t a doctor; she wasn’t certified to do any of this. Maybe it was a test. The blood didn’t gross her out nearly as much as she thought it would. Slowly, she wrapped the bandage around his leg, looking up at Rio to see if he approved.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” It was none of Lily’s business, but didn’t she have a right to know, since she was the one patching him up? It wasn’t unusual for Rio to be injured; what was unusual was him coming to her about it.