#ofcandyism

[forgcdsecrets]

Nathan should have stayed home, recovered from all the chaos that ensued from the event, but here he was at the library anyway. He knew for a fact that someone -- or anyone would have something to say. He just needed a name, one name and he’d warn Juliet as well as Val on who to look out for.

But the hunt for names turned into a whole new directive when he realized a face had been missing. It wasn’t just a one time thing, not when Alon spent his time at the library. That is how they had gotten to know each other, their odd interest in books actually. Days had gone by and that is why Nathan decided to check in on him.

So he stood outside of his place, food in one hand as he used his free hand to knock on the door. The man had grown on Nathan, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his interest in books, or the mere fact that he was someone who was attractive as well as nice company. When the door did open, he greeted the man with a smile while raising the bag of food. “I hear Bacolod’s has the best  Inasal.” he added. It was a lot better than just stating he was checking up on him, which wasn’t a lie. After all that happened, he wanted to make sure the man was okay. -- @ofcandyism​

[forgcdsecrets]

Nathan had been writing notes -- something he usually anytime the reminder of his goals were slipping. In reality, that’s what was happening, but as his cover up, nothing truly was happening. No one knew anything about anything, and well, he was a cop. He couldn’t just interrogate everyone without giving himself away. He was fiddling with the pen between his fingers when he received a text from Alon. At first he wanted to ignore it, because the man was the reason why he was slipping. However it was all impossible to do when he had feelings stirring for him. As if he didn’t know who he worked for -- Nathan was literally playing with fire.

So when he got the suggestive text, he couldn’t keep himself to sit still. The attraction was obvious there, but so was the connection. Despite his better judgement he was on his way to Alon’s place. In that moment, he just didn’t care. He was going to do what made him happy -- and Alon made him happy. He was at his place within fifteen minutes, and was already at the door. He knocked and stood back, waiting for the other to answer. It was quite clear they weren’t going to do much talking tonight, which was good because Nate wasn’t truly in the mood for talking.-- @ofcandyism​

[forgcdsecrets]

It wasn’t that Nathan was hiring anyone for special services, however he wouldn’t hide it if it did come to light. It was normal-- as normal as it can get around the streets of Chicago these days. No one cared who was sleeping with who unless they were a member from a very high profile family. No, these days it was more about who drugged who, who murdered who, what happened with said gang, etc, etc. This is exactly why when he contacted Connie, it wasn’t over at some  hotel like his first time.

She knew who he was, what he did, which is why he invited her over to his place. Was it a smart thing to do? No, but Chicago didn’t stop to look around at what a librarian did during his free time. Maybe this was stupid, but it had been too late to go back now. His loft wasn’t accessible to many, but those that did know about his place of residence never questioned him. In the beginning he did need the help from an old friend to decorate the loft, so now it actually looked decent for visitors -- if they were to ever come. 

When he heard the knock on the door, Nathan opened the door and greeted Connie with a smile. “Come on in.” he invited her inside before  closing the door behind. “Would you like anything to drink?” Sure, he could  have simply asked her if she knew anything, but first he wanted to be sure she was alright. “Also, I’ve got a friendly cat, so excuse the fur and the clingy cat.” he warned. -- @ofcandyism​

[rosesjustdie]

Location: Vasile Manor, Katerina’s Office

Date and Time: January 28, 4pm

Open to: @ofcandyism

He was the last that she had to speak to and there was a reason Katerina had waited to invite Auron for a meeting. She’d known him for so long that it felt a little bit weird to her to be sitting on this side of the desk when it came to the man. But she had to grin and bear it, standing off to the side where her personal bar stood. It had been an insane few days and a drink couldn’t go too far. Of course it was right after she’d poured the vodka that the man entered the office. “Don’t. I’ve earned this.” She’d also not had a drop of alcohol since November. Since-- well she didn’t want to think about that. “I just wanted to check in with you. See how you’re feeling about all of this.” Make sure you’re still on my side. That last part left unsaid. 

[kcshkin]

How do you feel about Alon?

“How do you feel about ______?“     / ask

“ like he’s a stubborn piece of shit who won’t talk to me.     alright, i get i was a massive asshole and completely shat on his feelings but fuck, how long do i gotta be in the dog house for it?   i don’t want to sound corny but i really like him, miss being around the guy.  i got all this free time on my hand and sleep in my own bed now like a fucking child.  i don’t know, just been sad and shit without him. ”   @ofcandyism