#ourtruths

[capturedkreativity]

"After You, I never thought I'd find that feeling again; that feeling of "Home" radiating from my core. But here I am - no longer feeling The Sun from both sides, but discovering the heat of a Collapsing Star from within." ~ Returning Home to the Stars //Catfish

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        It was in the room above the saloon in which they stayed. In the west it was possible for a woman to find her place in the world. Lucille had everything she ever wanted; a saloon to call her own, a roof over her head, and the love of her life in her bed. Even if his wanted poster hung in the town hall. But she liked to imagine that he was wanted by no one more than her.  “You are a dangerous man Gideon Jaime McClain.” She smiled up at him, hand cupped his cheek.

        “Are you gonna help me out of this dress – or am I going to have to do it all myself?” Lucille smiled as she began to walk over to him. Hand rested upon her hip as they swayed. With ease she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. “Had to lie to the sheriff today. He’s looking mighty peeved at you. Lucky for you – I will not let anything stand between me and my man.” With a smile, she leaned down. “Not even the law.” Soft ruby lips pressed against his.

plotted starter | @ourtruths ( gideon )

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        The anarchist and the lawman may have been an unlikely pair. In her youth, it wasn’t uncommon for her to sport a patch that said ‘fuck the police.’ Never did she think she actually would. But he was good to her –   and before she knew it she had fallen for him. Trusted him more than anyone else. That’s why when there was the suggestion of handcuffs, she had full faith in him. 

        “I’ve been a very bad girl…” Lulu teased from the bed. “Are you going to punish me?” Wrists bound to the bed posts by handcuffs. Slender form completely nude against the soft sheets.  Waist-length hair flowed like silk around her. There was a cheeky smile that played on her lips all the while. “Come on – Big Man. I’m waiting.”

nsfw starter call . | @ourtruths ( beau )

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send me 🫦 to have a new year's kiss at midnight. | accepting

       It was not that long ago that Leon blew in like a whirlwind at the bordello. Not many people could survive a Russian winter out in the elements – and he managed it in the nude. It was easy for Lubmila to feel a kinship with one who had nothing. Just like she had when she went underground. One could even say she had grown sweet on him during their time together. It felt exciting that he agreed to spend New Year's Eve with her. Never had she spent a holiday with someone – without being paid.

        The clock was about to strike twelve. “Happy New Year, my dear.” A warm smile danced across her lips. Champagne glasses clinked as Lubmila peered into his verdant orbs.  Freehand cupped his cheek softly, “I have enjoyed our time together.” With that, she got up on her toes to reach his height. As the television declared it a new year, she kissed him. When she pulled back, she rubbed her nose against his. “It is tradition, yes?” But really, it was just an excuse.

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smash or pass for all ten of my babies 👀

smash or pass ! | accepting

        "I'm going to have to say Smash: Dean, Leon, Courier, and Sergey. I would like to get to know better: Michael, Beau, Carter, and Gideon. But there is potential to do the Smashing. Pass on; Father Jericho - because cults scare me, and Joshua because....I don't know if he can under all those bandages." 

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