#hectorgoddamnrodriguez

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hector-goddamn-rodriguez replied to your post:

Derrick I could not possibly love you anymore than I do. It’s not realistic.

Are you sure about that? Really, really sure?

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@hector-goddamn-rodriguez

    Silence rules the room, and the only noises that dare disrupt are the scraping strokes of a pencil across canvas, the second hand ticking its way around the clock face, and the occasional shift of either artist or his live subject of the day.

    Half an hour has went towards capturing his model’s features: a smirk that has no chance of being coy, an errant lock of hair brushing the top of his ear, an alert pair of eyes framed by dark lashes. They all become immortal with the right tool in his hands. 

    The end of the pencil winds up between Daxton’s teeth briefly as he scrutinizes the sketch and then leans to the right to look beyond the edge of his canvas. Hector---the name comes to him now. It’s easy to forget when he’s so caught up in the most minute of details...or busy admiring them. A multitude of models have graced this room. Some were strictly for his class, and others were for personal projects. Though it’s easy to say Mr. Rodriguez is a piece of art in his own right.

    A flicker of a smile betrays the thought, and Daxton is quick to slip down from the stool he’s been perched on. Stiff joints protest with each step as he makes a direct line for the wooden cabinets lining the far wall behind Hector. 

   “You can relax now. I need to grab some paint.” The doors open and shut with soft clatter as he grabs colors to use for the background and the tufted leather couch the other is reclined upon. His gaze lands upon the thermostat on the wall, and it’s courtesy that has him offering above all else. “If it gets too warm for you, I can turn the air on. I usually don’t run the unit until summer really hits. . .or my students start complaining.” 

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@hector-goddamn-rodriguez | my muse talks about her past | (ACCEPTING)

“I'LL FINALLY SAY IT—I hate Rivet City. Okay, maybe that's a little harsh, but I hate any place with walls. I've been... claustrophobic, I think? Since that day. Being confined by walls only means living in a meat locker, that's all it is. Without enough room, there's no getting out. Is that why you like exploring the Wastes? Because of the freedom & fresh air? Me too! I don't like Rivet City, I had to move there after ... that day. But all it is is more walls—walls, walls, & more walls! I hate it. You understand, don't you?”

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@hector-goddamn-rodriguez |  LOVER | ( ACCEPTING. )

         "NOW, WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?" Ramona asks, however, despite usually responding with her typical flirtatious manner, concern actually colors her features, and eyebrow perked then the brows knitted in a small scowl. She's serious, for once. 

         "Because I flirt with everyone I see? Sure. It helps with the bartering, y'know, I ain't made of caps... well, maybe I am. I'm just greedy." She steals, she kills, she uses her hips for free stimpaks. "But maybe that's my own fault, hm? Tell me—did you think I was bullshitting you from the START? That..." 

Hurts. Not gonna lie.

"That's something, Hector."

[treerie]

@hector-goddamn-rodriguez | milk & honey | ( ACCEPTING ) 

"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, I SLEEP SOUNDLY, like a baby," she, of course, lies. "Nothing can get me down, if I did, I wouldn't be able to do my job now would I?" Ramona takes a sip of her coffee, something she poured in a styrofoam cup that she refilled by the motel lobby—those type of coffees anyone is free to take, at least, she hopes it's free. Her cherry-red lipstick stained the rim of the cup. This day, she is drinking her coffee black, she can't find the small cups of cream & packets of sugar anywhere. 

"That's an odd question, Hector. I assume you mean nightmares but nope! Even the monsters in my nightmares are afraid of me, I ain't gonna let them take me down." That last part is much more than true but what she left out is how very much afraid of these monsters she actually is, more than she likes to lead on.

[treerie]

@hector-goddamn-rodriguez | it's sinday! straight up kiss my muse | ( ACCEPTING. )

HE CAPTURES HER, Ramona rapidly blinks as it takes a moment for her to actually regain herself, she was lost in her own thoughts, even an injury to her head couldn't prevent her from getting lost in the clouds, nothing could stop her from slipping into her daydreams. 

The kiss admittingly took her by surprise, the ruby red of her lipstick stains Hector's lips, leaving her own lips smudged with what is left behind, Ramona watches him for a moment like a deer caught in headlights. 

The muscles of her face immediately loosen, a gentle giggle emits passed her lips, her fingers reach into her bag to pull out her lipstick tube, she re-draws on the red shade. 

“Darling...” Hector doesn't seem very good at hiding his feelings, she thought, at first, but then she cleared that thought away; no, it's pretty obvious he doesn't want to hide them, not everyone does, just like she, everything is out into the open, with nothing to hide. And Ramona likes it that way, she had nothing to hide, not anymore, all she ever did was spend a good portion of her life hiding—she's ready to come out now. “Darling, you're such a sight for sore eyes.”

[treerie]

@hector-goddamn-rodriguez | mundays yes & no's | ( ACCEPTING. ) |  Send 😊 for likable quality for a role play mun to have

honestly, as typical as it sounds, just someone who is easy to talk to! anyone i can plot with & talk with about my writing & vice versa because it's basically a two-way street & i'd love to hear about everyone's writing! basically, just good ooc chemistry, though you don't necessarily have to be my best friend, it helps to at least be friendly with one another.

[treerie]

💔 (For pre-established relationships meme)

@hector-goddamn-rodriguez |pre-established relationships! ( ACCEPTING ) | 💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse

now with hector, this is entirely possible! -thinking emoji- especially given ramona's taste in men, he falls right in her category & that's an issue whoops. so feel free to hmu with this one!