#mathieuism

[alvaras]

FINGERS TUCKED THE METAL MACHINE INTO A HOOP UPON HER HIP. “ if a single pistola is out of place ... ” aggravation is clear. giving a deep breath. she didn’t like sharing her space with him, but was doing so by some small fraction of good graces that were fading... they seemed to fill her villa with arguments verses a usual hum of silence. “ i will make sure i’m the last thing you see within your existence. ” a empty threat? maybe. possibly. she slinks down into a chair lifting her legs to set black glossy boots comfortably on the table. @mathieuism

[tessaferdinand-blog]

She’d just parted ways with Adam, eyes on the sand under her feet as she skipped along the beach. She was humming metallica under her breath, not paying attention to her surroundings. And with a wild arm swing in pretense of strumming a guitar she didn’t see the other person until it was too late -- her hand connected with the squishy feeling of a human face, pain rocketing through her hand and a surprised shriek leaving her lips. Tessa stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes round in shock as she looked at the other person. If possible, her eyes rounded even more, her jaw dropping slack. ‘‘Oh hell no.’’ Tessa blurted out, the pain in her hand forgotten as she stared at the man gripping his face. ‘‘Matty? Of all the people, why you?’‘ @mathieuism​