#oldmanmorrow

[tiggerdontchangestripes]

Banshee. Siren (do I even wanna - ).

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

"I'd take you to a strip club, rob a bank, gun down a couple Niners, buy the best hookers around, and then I'd kill you myself."

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

"I'd make you say, just once, You're my rock, Tig, what would I ever do without you?"

[bustingchicksnoses]

oldmanmorrow

"What do you want from me, Clay? Another show for those perverts?," she questioned, wondering if there would be another porno show for those assholes. She could not wait for a prisoner to shiv them in the gut, even down to their assholes. "Another message from the Irish?"

[tiggerdontchangestripes]

[ partner in crime ]

Ireland. This was the last fucking place Tig expected to end up. Old, stone buildings. Green, rolling hills. Air. Fresh air. It been so long since he'd been this far from Charming. And, yeah. Wasn't half bad. Sheep. Lot of fucking sheep.

But everyone drank here. There was something salvageable in that. And old men were old men, thick skins, gnarled, ugly beards. Tig could be comfortably uncomfortable in that, at least, in the rough, gravel of their throats even if he couldn't make heads or tails of what they were saying. 

Even if this felt nothing like home. But home didn't feel like home. Home had the sniff of death surrounding it, and Jax was the vulture circling his head. It'd only been a matter of time. Only a matter of time before Jax got smart and Tig got dead. That'd been why he'd left, for the most part. At least, that'd been the logical reason.

Then, there was the other reason. The fact that, after Dawn's death, he'd been anchorless. Yeah. Ireland had been as good of an idea as any. Never mind the fact that he had to share the ticket with Clay. He still had too many problems with his old friend. Gemma's battered face wasn't something Tig was going to get passed any time soon. Or the lies. He could understand Clay lying to Jax--but to Tig?

Tig killed his bike engine, hoped off, and got back to the flat. They'd been more or less sharing space, until the Irish could get them something more livable. Tig stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. He didn't see Clay right away, which was fine. His face would just piss him off anyway. "Hey," he called out, while his fingers found a little Mother Teresa figurine on the counter and he started twisting her around. Look away. Only bad men here. "Any word from Galen?"

[gemmamorrowbaby]

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♣: Any headcanons about your muse?The night after they consummated their relationship, Gemma admitted to Nero that she was still in love with Clay. That hasn’t changed, although she pretends that it has.

♪: Favorite song.Meet Virginia by Train. 

[gemmamorrowbaby]

The Aftermath (Clay - oldmanmorrow)

Gemma was being released today. She knew she would get bail at the hearing, but she didn't know that anyone would post it for her. Anonymously, someone did, though. And she had a small inkling who set it up. She wasn't sure, but she knew damn well when he heard about what happened to her, he'd want her out of that place. He wouldn't want her where the guards used her to their advantage. She didn't want that, either.

So, Gemma found her way down to the prison and walked in, greeting the guards at the front; different guards than the ones who forced her and Clay together, but probably just as dirty, she thought.

"Hey..." she said gently, walking into the room. She looked at the desk, at his orange jump suit... she couldn't take her eyes off of the color. She was afraid to. What if this had been a mistake? What if he hadn't found a way to get her bail posted? What if she came here for nothing but to relive those memories from nearly a week ago? God she hated those memories...

"I'm sorry... I can't do this," she finally said out loud, turning to leave.