#londonmobx

[monstyrigone]

he doesn't really know what to expect, or what is happening when he had agreed to see what maggie does for a living. he'd thought, perhaps, maybe painting! maybe all the things he's listened to her talk about, she trains animals! something fun, exciting, and totally within the realm of normalcy for what he's come to know the term to mean in the last decade or so of sheltered existence.

except, when she steps out from the other room into the main space where he sits, taking up way too much space himself despite his legs being crunched up towards his chest and his hands on his knees, bedwyr realizes that maybe it's not animals she trains. the pieces, while slow, are starting to come together.

"can you go out in places dressed like that?" he asks, good natured and smiling, more aligned with the typical dress codes as an idea than any implication that she needs to cover up for decency. "they get mad at me when i don't wear a 'real' shirt."

@londonmobx ♥ !!

[heatthens]

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he hadn’t bothered to tell her he was coming, an earned reprieve between jobs allowing leo to catch a red eye from somewhere in south america to the city he called home. it was home in the shallowest of terms, a half empty apartment with no photos and plants long dead from neglect. it was however one of the only places he could drop the mask, the other being where he was headed now. his truck pulling into the parking lot of the unassuming warehouse, eyes scanning the surrounding cars until he found the one he knew was hers. there was a chance she would be occupied with another client, but luck in these instances always seemed to be on his side and crossing the broken down cement his feet carried him up the two flights of stairs until he reached the door. this was always when the nerves hit, excitement that rarely existed anymore in his life surging through his abdomen until it tickled the back of his throat. a finger presses the buzzer to be let in, head tilting so that his features are visible to the camera positioned just out of reach. 

[oddctelier-a]

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IT HAD BEEN AN HONOR for Drew to step in and play with One Click Fist, especially since her own band hadn't been booked for a gig in the last couple of weeks. She wouldn't admit it but she was resorting to stealing quarters from wishing fountains to pay for her food, times were tough. But when she was on that stage, playing to eager bar patrons, it was like all her troubles fade away. Plus afterwards she gets a free drink, a few if she's lucky. That liquid courage is what got her here, standing next to her literal childhood crush at the bar. "I'm sure you get this all time time, but I was your biggest fan when you were on tv." She admitted with a grin. "I kind of freaked out when I found out I would get to be playing with you tonight."

[lipstcklover]

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rule #1: don't ask questions you can't handle processing while drunk. audrey hadn't meant to blurt the question out, so this was one she could blame on the alcohol. since that pool party, she'd pretty much drawn a line in the sand and stopped flirting with raven — intentionally, anyway. the other woman still had to follow her around, and she was throwing herself head first into entertaining other people, so anything she did that got under raven's skin wasn't entirely her fault. but she had been aware of it, as if the eyes lingering on her every time she was using her charm on someone else hadn't been all the evidence she needed, raven verbally owning up to being jealous definitely sealed the deal.

"how, or why, does it mess with your head?" audrey asked before she could stop herself, or before she could consider whether or not raven would keep up this honesty thing. "are you sure it's me doing that to your head? it could be the mixed signals you're sending, you know?" she suggested, because they sure as hell were doing a number on her own head, but she couldn't be sure the same was happening for the other woman.

[deliratio]

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With a clean cloth, Tiana started wiping the blood away from Rafa’s face. It wasn’t a secret that the woman despises the things her husband does. He was cruel and cold, driven by money and success. Sometimes, she even questioned if he could feel something like compassion. “It does matter to me,” she answered, voice calm and collected despite the turmoil she felt inside. “Which line does he think you overstepped, Rafa?” Her dark eyes turned a little more serious.

[deviiates]

@londonmobx plotted a starter || garrett x natalia

there weren't many night that garrett went out with his mask removed, and if he did, it was for personal reasons. it wasn't as his alter ego, a vigilante the public has eloquently dubbed, the shade. and that had been his intention tonight, following up on a lead that a skilled assassin was out to kill the district attorney for pursuing the wrong case. what case? it doesn't matter. garrett just knew that he had to prevent it from happening, at any cost. but this cost hadn't been anticipated be him. he never even fathomed that when he came face to face with the assassin, that it would be her face looking back at him. natalia was supposed to be working on a project tonight, or at least that was the story he was told. clearly, that had been a cover for whatever this moment was.

" so every time you told me that you were working late, every time you made me come over at all hours of the night, this is where you were? this is what you were doing? " a sigh leaves his lips, still breathing heavily as he looks right into her eyes. they scrap a few minutes earlier had only be ended by the removal of her mask. had it not been for that, garrett isn't sure that he could have survived this fight. skilled as he was, she was likely that much better. " you've been killing people, hurting people, whatever this is? you lied to me. " a brazen statement for him to make, considering that he hadn't been exactly forthcoming about his nightly escapades either.

" you've just been lying to me all this time. "

[grapefruitey]

@londonmobx ; there was a snowstorm and they're trapped in naomi's mechanic garage

"I wouldn't drive in that." Naomi said, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked out the window. The garage doors were shut against the swirling snow that was already starting to pile up. "Not that your car could drive in the first place but..." She shrugged and turned to them. "You can crash on my couch and we'll wait until the roads get plowed." Naomi gestured that they follow ehr as she moved towards the locked door in the back that led to her apartment.

[cannibr4t]

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there's a moment where everything just feels heavy and then a realization comes up to the surface and forces itself upon the recipient. that is currently christopher, thinking about the fact that it had been a few years since they both had sat adjacent each other at the bar. it's almost surreal and he doesn't dare think about the event that lead to them drifting apart. nothing good ever came from him thinking about the fact that he had failed her in every way when she needed anything else but his smothering.

another sip is taken and he just couldn't help but go there. no matter how hard he tried not to think about the fact that he drove her away, he still did it. kept that wound wide open, actively bleeding out because nothing in the world would ever heal it. chris thought about what to say next, not wanting to scare her away. this is the longest they had talked about anything other than work. small talk was forbidden on the ranch, an unofficial rule to avoid another fight or bringing up feelings that shouldn't be occurring.

he leaned back a bit, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. his heart was heavy and he was sweating, but not because of the warmth of the bar, but because he was anxious about ruining this opportunity. this precious opportunity that he never saw coming even though he had daydreamed about it while he worked on the farm. it was safe to say that tessa invaded his mind 24/7, then and now. it was pathetic, he knew it, but he couldn't help it.

the fool still had hope.

i love you... he wants to say it, but he knows the outcome, could see it clearly in his mind and that would devastate him.

"i'm thinking about the juicy burger that's comin' my way..."

he chickened out, of course he did, the risk wasn't worth it. not when he was able to see her angelic face up close, smell that heavenly scent that couldn't be purchased at a store or manufactured in a factory.

i love you...until the end of the world...