#hardlyharvey

[kingofrapture]

hardlyharvey:

"You’re right, I don’t understand." Harvey said calmly, taking a sip from his pint. "All I know is what I see, and I see a guy who’s had too much to drink." He finished off the glass, turning towards the other man.

"By the way, you’re drinking from a candle holder."

Harvey heard the bartender chuckle to himself.

Looking down, Ryan realised with dismay that the younger man was right. His tumbler sat near the edge of the bar, the last few dregs hidden by the ice cubes. The glass he had been glowering over held nothing but a pool of slowly cooling wax. At least he hadn't taken a sip. He directed a murderous glare at the men sharing a laugh at his expense, switching the glasses and taking another swallow from his drink. 

"Go to hell."

[kingofrapture]

"Listen to me, you are going to be fine."

Ryan laughed— cruelly perhaps, although he knew the other man meant well. “What do you know?” He asked, hunching further over the bar as if to protect his drink. It was more of a desire to close himself off than worry over his nearly finished gin. He hadn’t asked for company. "Haven’t you heard," he growled, a slight slur on his tongue. "I’m the King of Rapture. If I have problems, buddy, they’re way beyond anything you would understand.” 

[duraance-archive]

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"Shut up, or I'll make you."

[golden-masquerade]

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[duraance-archive]

"Just what did we do last night?"

Upon getting a glimpse of her apartment, Elizabeth's jaw dropped in shock. Between the trashed room and the raging headache, she couldn't even comprehend what the previous night had held. "I have no idea, but you're helping clean this up," she groaned as she lifted herself out of the haphazard position she'd fallen asleep in. "Maybe I'll remember once this headache goes away."

[golden-masquerade]

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Send me a ☒ and I'll randomly generate a number from 1-50 to see which text my muse will send to yours (it's a mixed bag, so proceed with caution)

[text] I wish I could hold you in my arms right now

[sirena-del-mare]

hi

Send me a ‘hi’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.

I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin raw I’m in the prime of my life.

     There was a time,

          I fell in love in a 7/11 parking lot.

     I don’t tell anyone about the way you hold my hand.

Come with me now.

[golden-masquerade]

"Hot damn."

Mal chuckles a little. "Pooka~." she chides with a flattered smile.