#hartofxmatter.

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Xavier was getting sick of him. As a young boy - so impressionable and naive - Ignacio Cardenas was practically God. Every step was worshipped, every decision was supported - everything the older man did was basically studied. Ignacio could do nothing wrong. Now? Xavier couldn't stop the images of his father's nearly headless frame draining blood on top of his desk - done by Xavier's hand. That was how much he hated his father.

Originally the plan was to wait for Ignacio to keel over - eventually passing so Xavier could take his rightful spot on the throne … it seemed the older man planned to live forever, keeping the crown. Though his reign was timeless, he wasn't. And Xavier would see to prove that.

Arriving at the spot Eva had instructed, Xavier swung a leg over his bike and removed his helmet. "Ahora, si. I'm here." The two realized the shared hate for their own fathers and clicked instantaneously. They'd exchange gruesome fantasies on how they'd get rid of their fathers, stepping into the leader role once the deed was done. But they were just stories … until …

"Are we safe here?" Xavier's eyes scanned their surroundings finding no other soul. She had suggested meeting at an abandoned warehouse. He assumed it was one of her father's properties where he'd conduct … gory business.

// @hartofxmatter

[floralege]

starter for @hartofxmatter

“hey, are you waiting on somebody?” ian’s been in the hospitality business enough to know when patrons are starting to look a little squirmy, but he’s always done his best to be mindful of boundaries. “i couldn’t help but notice that you keep checking the door.” is he misreading this? he keeps his voice warm and easy, shrugging languidly, “i can keep an eye out for you if you need.”

[frxntlines]

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the  palms  of  his  hands  went  from  a  rough  callous  layer  to  clammy  and  tender  as  he  stood  a  few  feet  from  evangeline’s  door.  this  time  —  not  as  her  body-guard  but  as  an  enforcer  for  a  partnering  organization.  he  could  move  fluidly,  at  his  own  schedule.  of  course,  whenever  his  boss  wouldn’t  need  his  expertise  at  the  moment,  but  it  was  a  position  higher.  free  to  make  the  moves  he  desired  under  the  impression  of  his  new  reputation.  after  being  disarmed  by  eva’s  men,  obviously  for  a  safety  protocol  but  to  show  he  was  still  trust  worthy,  the  homme  brought  large  knuckles  to  knock  against  the  door  to  the  office  he  once  stood  on  the  other  side.  half  a  year  had  gone  by  and  all  he  held  was  a  clutch  purse  in  remembrance  of  their  time  spent.  the  abundance  of  words  and  tethered  emotions  he  couldn’t  sort,  he  was  conflicted.  lightening  clashed,  waves  collided,  they  were  reoccurring  symptoms.  “  it’s  me.  “  topher  relied  on  his  vocals  for  identification.  shifting  his  weight  to  another  foot,  fingers  running  over  the  accessory  that  was  gifted  but  also  promised  to  return  if  they  were  to  meet  again.  “  i  brought  somethin’  with  me.  “  the  bag  wasn’t  the  only  sentimental  material  be  brought  —  a  bottle  of  w.ine,  one  that  he  recalled  sharing  a  drink  from  their  last  interaction.

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when  they  were  on  the  hottest  of  tipping  points,  the  homme  tried  to  tread  carefully  regarding  his  call  to  action.  as  expected,  eva’s  safety  was  his  priority,  and  depending  on  how  he  read  the  room  —  he  would  act  accordingly.  the  efforts  might  not  have  been  the  most  satisfying  execution,  but  it  got  her  safe  and  still  present  considering  the  side  of  the  fence  he  was  on.  when  she  had  spun  in  a  smooth  axis  to  him  a  full  scope,  there  was  a  courtesy  glance  to  the  fabric  that  hugged  around  her.  truly  pleasant  to  the  eye. when  she  mentioned  him  possibly  keeping  the  suit,  he  gave  a  glance  down  to  dwell  on  the  thought  missing  her  slow  glance  and  hopefully  swing  him  in  the  direction  to  choose.  “  thank  you.  i  used  to  wear  these  like  my  life  depended  on  it  when  i  first  started  out.  it  really  was  a  special  occasion  [  .  .  .  ]  “  the  body-guard  went  to  bring  his  attention  back  to  her  but  was  met  with  her  being  in  closer  proximity  than  he  spotted  beforehand.  her  fingers  adjusting  his  tie,  made  hues  of  fresh  cut  grass  dart  between  her  hands  then  her  eyes.  addams  apple  still  in  place  until  she  finished  —  it  was  sweet.  the  moments  of  hot  and  cold  getting  the  best  of  them  had  been  the  beacon  of  peace  compared  to  the  elements  of  the  crime  world  they  both  were  citizens  in.  “  slack  off?  i  don't  think  that's  in  my  vocabulary  [  .  .  .  ]  “  he  shrugged  with  a  nonchalant  rise,  lips  displaying  the  obvious  nature.  “  oh  yeah,  the  birkin?  i  think  i  got  attached more than you did. i'll miss her.  "

[chvmpcgnerps]

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her mind easily flicked through the good times the two shared, it was notable as her eyes drifted off to nothing in particular; unfocused and distant. like a cherished photo album, her mind didn't let her skip one sweet moment. "i guess so," she slightly shrugged with a faint smile stretched along her lips. "we did do good, didn't we?" miranda questioned as her eyes fell on their only baby girl, now a fully-grown woman dancing the night away with their son-in-law. "bless her heart, she definitely inherited her father's two left feet."