#ryder012

[rothane]

closed for @ryderxaeron​

There is always too much testosterone at these things. Always too many men with a chip on their shoulder who think they have something to prove and it always, always ends in some kind of fight. Sometimes it’s just a few blows between brothers, something with no hard feelings that they’ll laugh off over a beer as soon as the blood is all dried, but sometimes it’s something a little deeper too. Tonight, Rowan has no idea what it is. She’d walked out back to get a breather to a crowd of people cheering on a fight. It reminds her a little bit of high school, and she leans back against the brick wall of the club house and watches passively before she spots Ryder in the crowd and moves to stand beside him.  “You’re not plannin’ on getting a piece of that, are you?” She asks, glancing at Ryder momentarily. “Is this friendly fire or is someone actually gonna get hurt?” 

[izzyrojas]

@ryderxaeron​

Avoidance had always been the best thing for Izzy. While it seemed a bit challenging with everything going on to avoid Ryder’s eyes, Izzy knows shit is weighing on his mind too. The Club, she knew, was looking for answers that never seemed to really come and Izzy’s been finding her own answers in the bottle of a pill bottle, staying out of their shared apartment as much as possible. Holly hasn’t loved it at all, considering she whines every time she heads out again, but it’s for the best. Ryder didn’t need to worry about her— she was going back to meeting next week for sure. She was going to delete her dealer's number this weekend for sure. She was going to go cold turkey next week for sure. Keeping her head down as she passes the kitchen and throwing a “Hey, baby,” as she passes, heading into her closet and his home office to change for work, taking off these clothes she’s been in. And before she knew it, she was heading back toward the door, throwing a “Have a good day,” to Ryder too. “Love you,” she adds for good measure.