#statesabsinthe

[stateswhiskey]

@ghostabsinthe // in a fight, they’re LETHAL. around each other, they melt.

[statessake-blog]

                 “ Though I might not be aware of how people interpret my presence, what made you believe I was in need of any company right now?? ”

@statesabsinthe

[fuckinlasso-blog]

                “ i did warn you that if you try to use a lasso, you either fail or you fail horribly. ” whiskey had tried hard not to laugh as absinthe had gotten the loop caught around her feet and toppled her over. for the most part, he refrained from doing so, but there was still that slight smirk on his lips.

@ghostabsinthe

[gideonthanes]

@statesabsinthe

“You are not wearing nearly enough green, dear faerie.”

[stateschampagne]

@statesabsinthe hit that heart

“Missus’s been askin’ boutcha, Abby. You up for a lil dinner this weekend?”

[stateswhiskey]

@ghostabsinthe

“I am too fuckin’ old to be pretendin’ I’m a goddamn student. What the fuck are we doin’ here, Nat?” He’s never been to college, but he has been at one. Quite a few times. He wears the same leather jacket he wore back then during all those parties as he lights a cigarette, eyes scanning the campus. “I mean, do I look like a student? You see these wrinkles?”

[stateswhiskey]

@ghostabsinthe​

I love you. She says it over and over again. I love you. Every time she leaves after having told him the things they did together and how he made her feel. And the MORE she tells him, the more he finds he has no reason to hurt her other than she works for Statesman. Statesman, who he MUST KILL. Oh, but what if it’s all just a PLOY? What if it’s fake? How is he sure that what she tells him is real? Or is what he thinks he remembers fake?

He can’t trust a god damn thing.

I love you. Jack isn’t entirely sure why she tells him she loves him. ESPECIALLY after the way he’s treated her. Isn’t love supposed to be for people who treat you... well, better? The past him might have treated her well, but this present him? Not so much. It’s only recently that he’s begun to think about it, too. Love. All he remembers about love is that he feels none of it. Not anymore. And he can’t fuckin’ figure out WHY she loves him.

So. He decides to ask, if he hears it again. And, what do you know he does. Eyes flicker up at her after being silent the entire meeting. Curious, dark eyes underneath the mess that is his hair. He waits until her back is facing him, quietly studying her. And then-- “Why?” Why do you love me so much? Why do you still love me?

[statesmancognac]

✧ (Do it for the Vine.)

Meme: Accepting@ghostabsinthe

When Natalie steps into the room, he blinks a few times. He didn’t seem embarrassed or to have need to cover up the fact that he’s wearing men’s lingerie. Instead he seems to put his hands on his hips and looks over at her. “Yes?” he asks. “I guess knocking wasn’t an option?”