flower symbol because I love to Sin :^)
17 - rain kiss.
it’s pissing rain in los santos and they’re stowed away in some shithole motel, the one bitching about the weather and the other seriously considering drowning him in the nearest puddle. not even the nice kind of rain — the kind that’s warm, the kind that makes it feel as if the air itself is clinging to the skin, the kind that reminds people like the two of them of BLOOD.
and constantine may be laughing behind his hand at trevor, the great griping pissbaby. can run an entire bloody criminal operation, can’t stand a bit of rain spoiling his skies. it’s adorable, in a way. though that could also be the close quarters, slowly driving him MAD. but then, trevor grows on a bloke. bit scary, that idea, but it’s true. there’s a reason ron and the lot of them follow him about. he’s a cunt, but somehow you get to love him.
unless he won’t SHUT THE FUCK UP about the rain. big pouting git.
“ — oi, trev. “
and a stubbled mouth rasps across that of the criminal, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulls back a minute later, hovering mere inches away — just enough that hot, whiskey-laced breath mingles with the frosted clouds issued from the other man’s lips. he teases, darts eyes suggestively downwards, and quirks an eyebrow mischievously.
“ shut the fuck up. or i’ll make ye. “
