#jawbrkrs.

[villlainz]

" if you want to come to dinner , you best be bringin' wine . red and strong . "

[scftlightz]

@jawbrkrs gets  a  closed  starter  !

 the  scent  of  gunpowder  and  barbeque  meshed  with  the  sound  of  the  live  band  created  an  atmosphere  wesson  felt  natural  in.  the  barn  being  occupied  by  the  close  knit  circles  of  the  family,  a  few  friends  that  he  might  have  made  and  of  course  the  band  he  normally  plays  with  at  the  infamous  bar.  now  rolling  onto  their  final  hour  of  the  year,  wes  was  taking  a  brief  intermission  before  moving  onto  the  final  song  of  the  night  before  giving  the  actual  dj  a  chance  to  do  his  job.  the  idea  of  him  playing  live  sourced  from  corrie,  and  the  minute  she  found  out  he  played.  before  she  came  back  to  the  ranch,  his  mind  set  was  only  to  play  at  the  bar  and  even  then,  on  rare  occasion.  little  by  little,  the  beauty  had  his  mind  warped  in  ways  he  didn’t  have  the  capacity  to  comprehend.  to  simplify  it  ,  an  ink  drop  to  a  plain  canvas. taking  a  step  down  from  the  stage,  he  took  a  deep  inhale  and  closed  his  eyes  to  release  left  over  nerves.  once  hues  of  cerulean  were  made  known,  he  placed  the  musical  instrument  in  the  open  case  before  closing  it  and  storing  it  for  later.  "  you're  not  sick  of  my  voice  yet?  "  the  feeling  of  a  frame  being  behind  him  made  him  speak  from  familiarity.  he  was  expecting  her.  turning  from  the  case,  wesson  finally  met  eyes  with  the  femme,  "  i  guess  that  was  fun.  "  his  words  not  matching  the  profound  joy  he  held  as  he  performed.  "  [  .  .  .  ]  none  of  this  wouldn't  have  happened  it  if  wasn't  for  you.  "

[c0zys]

" last i checked , you are the one shutting me out , so why are you here ? "

[villlainz]

" i . . . am not sure this is the best idea . are you sure we're allowed to be here ? "

[villlainz]

" how many fists have you taken to the brain - go home . "

[villlainz]

" visiting hours are long over . you wake up any of those kids and it'll be the last time you walk through them doors . "

[scftlightz]

@jawbrkrs  gets  a  closed   starter   !  muse  : jupiter watson . 33 . bounty-hunter + hitman

" i'm going to need you to stay still. " he softly instructed. ocean hues focusing on the final gash that decorated his wife's arm. his jaw was tightened from the chaotic mixture of frustration and guilt, the first job was supposed to only be a peak of his work. this one was botched. she got taken and on top of it— hurt. he was livid, but only the mansion got to feel the entirety wrath. if they weren't his wife, their expiration date was met by his hand. he'll happily deal with the consequences later. gently, he tapped the warm wet cloth over the final wound to clean it before adding any ointments or necessary items to keep her from receiving an infection. " . . . those fucking bellends. " he swore with a sharp rasp. " if i can bring them to life and kill them all over again, i'll do it. " he murmured, placing a quick but sweet kiss against her shoulder, something to sooth them both. before making sure the bandage is on securely, jupe took a step back to search for any marks he might have missed. " how are your ribs? are you hurt anywhere else? " finally, he brought his gaze to meet her own. pools of blue that were once blurred with murderous rage now cleared with calmness.

[scftlightz]

@jawbrkrs  gets  a  closed   starter   !  muse  : wesson courtright  .  40 . ranch-hand + former mercenary

he couldn't sleep. the irregular pattern of the storm clashed with his insomnia, creating a loop of lingering thoughts he had though he had left behind. crawling out of bed, the male navigated through the dim interior that would be illuminated once in a while by the lightening. storm season. of course he would be stuck with corrie in a storm— again. to not intentionally wake her, he attempted to soften his footsteps until he reached a certain distance. he could hardly remember the details that occurred that night, just that he saw red. even with the lack of interaction with her, no one deserved that kind of treatment. he'll do it again without hesitation this time. sitting at the dining table, wes stared out onto the patio as he snacked on peanuts from the pantry. bruised knuckles still sore with every movement as he allowed himself to be relaxed with the rain. the sound of the floor creaking caused him to snap his attention in the direction and sit up. " you too? "