#ncphillims

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Javier was taking far too long by his standards. Cain was particularly impatient when it came to his husband, which was probably both a blessing and a curse. A quick glance given to wedding ring in passing, the smile that turned up the corners of his mouth was branded, an expression that was only brought forth by the welcomed warmth given by only him. After having a small moment, he’d stare at reflection in the mirror for only a moment, before moving to rub cologne between wrists, following routine to distract himself now that he was fresh out of the shower and unfortunately still waiting. 

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[everlonqs]

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          working as a freelance travel photographer was an uncertain job, however one that not only sustained, yet also fueled ezra’s wanderlust. rooted in the depths of his mind was the inability to settle down anywhere   —   continuously searching for the unknown, whether that was close to home or many hours away. for the past week he had been finishing a reportage on the city he was currently staying at. living on a day to day basis as part of his life philosophy, almost every penny of the pay he would receive for the assignment was spent on staying comfortably in a hotel in the area.

          this were his last evening. he had spent his afternoon trying to scramble together his belongings, that were scattered around the hotel room. he figured that he could allow his final night to be spent a bit more eventfully than staying by himself in his room. especially after he had been granted an invitation by ethan   —   the brunet he had bumped into several times throughout the week. having gotten directions to the hotel suite he appeared to be living, ezra could already hear the music past the closed door. with a firm nod, he tried to draw the attention of anyone who could invite him in.

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james thomas ford. the name that was on the news daily, for any reason at all. the media knew well that any little thing that has his name slapped on it will become a big hit. even when he had barely anything to do with it. being the president’s son put him under a lot of pressure, but he still tried to do the best with the fame he received for being born into the right family. but as everyone else, he needed a way to blow off the steam in some way. hooking up was one of the more private ways of doing that. joining a hookup app turned out to be a good thing. obviously, james never posted a picture of his face, only his body. one of the guys he’s been talking to was supposed to come over and he just finished getting ready for the night when the doorbell rang. he smiled to himself and went to open the door, knowing he’ll be recognized. “hi...” @ncphillims

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Antoni had spent far too much time learning how to fill the void his emotions left to let such a small thing get to him, yet here he was. Rex was late for whatever reason and every minute that ticked by was one more that grew the small seed of doubt that had been planted in the back of his head. It was that easy, after all. This explained why he was currently propped on a stool in the corner, allowing some stranger to buy drinks for him. There was a certain irony in the fact that he owned the bar - a secret that was kept quiet for now. Instead, he would enjoy the attention that he wasn’t getting, pretending it was what he wanted by the laughter, the feigned smile he offered. At this point, conscious had also convinced him that his date for the night just...well, wasn’t coming.

[malicieuses]

@ncphillims | doesn’t have to ask, ye shall receive. 

Despite a very certain discomfort in being surrounded by a mass of both children and parents he didn’t know, Roman was very present and surprisingly laughing. The smile on face was a rarity in and of itself, but fueled entirely from his daughter’s teacher. Honestly, he’d heard plenty about the man in the childishly adorable prattles from her, but there was indeed something charming about the other man that he wasn’t able to quite put his finger on, but he wanted to. 

“Let’s just say she’s your number one fan, mate. That’s a feat not most conquer, considering she’s almost as fickle as I am.”  Admitted the passed on tradition of poor family values, his avoidance of most was regrettably well earned. Thankfully, she would probably grow out of her fathers bad habits. 

[dirtyflcwers]

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                ahra's eyes gloss over the other. while the woman was pretty, she found the garmet that draped off of them much prettier. she's pouting, whining a bit when she mutters,  '  b  a  b  e  , you know what i would LOVE more than anything else in the world? . . . if you gave me that dress.   '  nevermind the fact that it was maybe 2 sizes too big.

[malicieuses]

AERON: so the dog is fine

AERON: problem is

AERON: that kind of kills my excuse to text you