#pathologicalaeipathy

[forbearingloyalty-blog]

He’s in love.

When Sam blinks open his eyes, turns his head, and trails his palms down the curves of Rafe’s body until they meet his hips.

Absolutely, breathtakingly, in love with the way Rafe straddles his waist and rests in his arms, naked. Their skin moist and stinking with their shared musk. Each time he rolls his hips, pushes that last inch deeper inside the other man, Sam can feel sweat run free, racing to get between where their bodies meet.

It’s a moment like this that gets his heart to ache.

To get his breath caught in his chest while the muscle pounds unsteadily and fast; a direct contradiction to the slow, rhythmic beating from Rafe’s own heart.

You know, I love you, Sam would wanna say, Right?

But, it would be pointless to anyways. Rafe wouldn’t say anything back--too fucked out to utter anything but a simple, tired, hum in response. That… Well.. For now, that was enough for Sam.

[brotherdrake-blog]

   ❝ ...you were the last fuckin’ person i thought’d i see here. ❞        thirteen years spent in that hell-hole of a prison. and he never expected to leave the place by the hand of rafe... but he couldn’t say he was grateful. stopping at his feet,  sam brought a cigarette to his lips and started to light it,  not losing eye contact from he man in-front of him.        ❝ what is it you want, rafe ? ❞

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[legendheir-blog]

“vicky! DOWN!” 

The girl’s scrambling to grab the collar of the dog, pulling the madly barking animal away from the guy she went off on. There had been no warning, no former agitation, but C- assie hadn’t ever seen her companion act like THIS. 

    “Sorry, SORRY --- - she’s SWEET once you get to know her!”

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[forbearingloyalty-blog]

@pathologicalaeipathy​

There’s something about the way fresh air fills his lungs that has Sam feeling free--feeling like all those years he wasted behind iron bars, defeated, were nothing more than just some fever dream. He had breathed as if there was no soul left in his body, accepting the gravity of his choices without much of a bitter heart. 

Prison wasn’t so bad, his halfhearted attempt to convince himself that as long as Nathan was safe things were alright as they were.

But, Samuel had been a fool.

A fool to--”You really are something else ,you know that, Rafe?”--give up so easily.

“Wasting your money on getting me out like this instead of something a bit more flashier.”

A worn smile pulls at the corners of Sam’s mouth. The expression doesn’t quite meet his eyes, but they burn all the same with the desire to not stand another second on the ground that caked his clothes for God knows how long.

He needed a proper shower, needed some new clothes.

“I’m not complaining, though.”

Needed to find Nate.

[immortxlitas-blog]

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        perfect. fuckin’ perfect. one hour of constant walking in this sticky, continuous sweat-inducing malaysian weather, and it seemed like the next town was probably miles away. how in the world had jameson forgotten to get GAS, of all things?

when a car FINALLY drove by, nathan was quick to signal the driver and he - thankfully - was kind enough to stop. nate leaned against the window frame, peeking in the vehicle before offering a smile to the driver.              “do you happen to know how far the next town is?                           my car’s out of gas about five miles down that way.”