#sawyer001

[scthcartcr]

@sawyergraves​

A homecoming for Sawyer meant that the man would be back in the swing of things and back in the inner circle. The pair had a bit of a bond, considering they both knew far too much about the woes of the environment of the prison. Prior to Sawyer entering the system, Seth had ensured that he reached out to those he knew that were still inside and tried his best to ensure that the man was well taken care of. If that happened? Well, he didn’t know much and he knew it was better not to ask— not to think about the years you’d wasted in the enclosed space, knowing that the world was going on without you. Seth had lost the girl that he thought he might end up with, he lost time with his mother who would only live long enough to see her son get out of prison and buy a house, his successes now a mystery except only to her ghost. Seth understood it all, eight years had truly changed him, so he knew the homecoming for Sawyer would only ever be bittersweet seeing all the ways life had moved on without him. 

From the other side of the Clubhouse, Seth sees Sawyer enter, bringing a quick and easy smirk to his face. “You keep on gettin’ uglier, don’t you?” he asks him, a clear taunt from a friend. “How’s the world been? You figurin’ shit out?” he adds.

[rothane]

closed for @sawyergraves​

setting: the club house

It’s always something in this town, isn’t it? If it isn’t some kind of turf war it’s a tropical storm. If it isn’t someone being run off the road it’s a body hanging from the ceiling. Or as proven by recent events, it’s sometimes a combination of any of the above. To say it’s exhausting is an understatement and Rowan can’t help but wonder just how much longer they’re going to have to deal with the thorn in all of their sides known as the Rogue’s. All of this is clearly wearing on the entire town but none more so than the club and that had been evident in the way everyone reacted to Dax’s death. She had never been particularly close to the man, but her heart went out to those who had been -- people including Sawyer. So when she sees him sitting at the bar of the club house alone one evening, she doesn’t waste much time in sliding into the seat next to him. “You look like someone kicked your puppy,” she points out, tilting her head towards him, propping an elbow up against the hardwood. “You wanna talk about it or are you just gonna stew on it until you pop a blood vessel?” 

[izzyrojas]

@sawyergraves​

Izzy found herself at the shop, sitting off to the side, waiting for Wyatt to get off to take her home. Since she’s nearing the end of her time without a car, she knew that the times of being shuttled around would be few and far between and she’s been loving not having to drive anywhere herself. Which is probably why others were pushing her to get a new car, so they didn’t have to be burdened with needing to drive her. Iz didn’t mind waiting, playing on her phone, trying to get the perfect selfie shot in the waning light of the day— golden hour. She doesn’t even flinch as she feels someone’s presence next to her, trying to get the last shot. “If you’re going to stare you should at least tell me I look hot, baby,” she says, before finally giving Sawyer a glance of any sort. “I heard you were around again but they didn’t tell me you got prettier,” she remarks, clicking her phone to lock before moving to hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. “How are you?” she asks as she squeezes him. “Tell me all about your time out so far— anything fun? Anything I should know about, you know I love a little bit of gossip.”

[untakenroadss]

who: jo + sawyer (@wondcrstrucks) where: sweet nothing

this was almost as bad as when her son came up to her the night before a project was due and told her he needed a poster board. at least it was normal waking hours. still, jake had thrown a reminder over his shoulder on the way to the bus that morning that he'd volunteered her to make cupcakes for the upcoming class holiday party, which was fast approaching. she'd waved him off with promises of having cupcakes ready to go...she'd just never said she'd be the one making them.

"i know this is really short notice," she said as she entered the bakery and marched up to the counter. "but my kid sprung this on me with four days' notice. do you think you could make about three dozen holiday themed cupcakes by friday morning?" jo winced even as the question left her lips. she knew it was asking a lot, but she hoped sawyer would be able to do her a solid. "i'll owe you. big time."

[alice-in-aurorland]

Alice was a workaholic. She supposed many of the aurors were, so maybe she fitted in well. But she really was a workaholic. If she wasn’t working late, she was looking over case files at homes. And if she wasn’t doing that she was reading over her text books, and working on how to improve. Her life was mostly spent doing that, and attending concerts. From the outside she figured she probably looked like she had a boring life. But Alice was happy. She was doing something she adored, and she couldn’t be happier.

Tonight was different though. She was meeting with Sawyer, a friend from school for drinks. Alice had really tried her best of her auror training to not alienate her friends. She hoped she’d done a good job. She was currently sat at a booth in the leaky cauldron, a glass of firewhisky in her hand as she waited for Sawyer to arrive. 

@prodigalscamander