#strngher

[sythegun]

❝ if I’m gonna stay, i need to know the truth. ❞ / @strngher

the truth , for so long he had hoped to outrun that very thing. wendy , more than a rebound - others were starting to see that , jackson never did do one night stands. cigarette lit as covers shift in bed and he sits upright , ' truth ? ' voice groggy as the morning sunlight breaks through shades. the room decorated in an assortment of memories. a poster of the national parks on one side as the top of dresser boasted various photographs throughout the years.

this house is new , gemma had bought it for jackson - a present for his 30th birthday. , and he's reminded of his age as he feels his back ache. looking over at wendy he then takes a drag as the smoke then exhales from nostrils. ' truth is i haven't been sleeping with anyone else ... ' the words small in formation as his legs shift , and the sheets pool by waist.

' you thought i was ? ' for a moment surprise enters timbre , then again ? he hasn't really done anything to change her mind about him. so scared to put his heart on the line ; remembering what happened last time.

the fear that comes with trusting another , letting them in. his heart had caused problems in his youth , a genetic defect and now ? now , there were problems but they were caused by the woman laying in bed.

' you gonna be honest with me ? '

there's a shift in dynamics , a moment for them to be more than what people believe them to be. this town eager to live on memories and pasts that came shrouded in the form of ghosts. nightmares that some found so unbearable that they drowned those nightmares out in the form of liquor or drugs ... everyone so desperate to escape.

[moneywalk-a]

NEWS TRAVELS FAST WHEN EYES ARE WIDE AND TONGUES ARE LOOSE. gawking technicians like to talk.. they like to pass their rumors in a comical case of telephone until, what roman hears, is something disproportionate but enough to earn interest. abandon the cushy leather fold of a sofa that held him steady until that point. a pedestal for a title that's slung over a broad shoulder he tosses an order for his entourage to stay across. this meeting doesn't require shadows. none more than the one he casts against the fluorescents when he finds her. a blaze of reds and oranges and that fleck of blonde dark eyes follow towards their roots and the ever tight - lipped face of becky situated beneath.

" i gotta ask what the man is doing on the tribal chief's show ? " there's a distinct lack of bitterness, lips tempting the twitch of a grin he won't relent his hold on.. not yet. not while the night is young and there's time enough for it to turn sour. " could'a told me you were comin'.. might'a even made sure you were accommodated. " / @strngher

[zagubionywilk]

       >> ⚔️ <<                   ❝         I WAS PLANNING ON    giving her this.        ❞          the wolf’s calloused fingers run along the    silver blade    that rested on his lap.    the implication was obvious in whom it was supposed to be for.    it was intricate,    runes and writing long    -    ways on the blade and    BEAUTIFUL    in his mind.    cirillia never    GOT THIS GIFT    and even years later he felt guilty.

@strngher​ liked for a starter for yenna   !!

[herheroics]

@strngher​ familia yo

       FAMILY TIME was something the blonde hadn’t been able to experience in quite some time. Being Captain of a prestigious Station was one of the reasons. As was the brunette she said good bye to. She was able to go on a holiday, her girlfriend however was not. But she was going to DC to visit her cousin. Who was also one of her best friends growing up. As she made her way towards JJ’s office, the blonde had been shown the direction by some bubbly blonde, someone of whom she’d never met but had made the Captain promise to see her before she left. As she came to a stop at Jennifer’s door, the blonde grinned “So, this is where I find you. In this boring GREY OFFICE?”.

[liftedrelics]

@strngher​​​ sent:   “don’t lie to me, not again.” / nancy at steve

   HE’S TIRED OF FEELING LIKE AN OUTSIDE PRESENCE TO HER. He doesn’t want to tell her that, so he continues to act as if everything is alright. Even when he can slowly feel her slipping away from him with each passing day. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. What’s shifting in their lives so drastically that they can’t find some level ground where they can confide in each other.  “ I’m sorry Nancy, I don’t want to lie to you ….” 

There’s a moment of silence, trying to find the words that refuse to align themselves in a way that he can properly convey his feelings for her or for WHATEVER IT WAS that they were trying to do here. “ I just.” He can’t even look at her. Those large, doe brown eyes that stare up at him questioningly. “ I don’t think you’re here with me anymore. I mean, you’re here but I can’t find you. You’re gone Nancy.”

[sythegun-aa]

“ i missed you.  ” / wendy  @strngher​

                  he    doesn’t    know    what   to    say   ,    tongue-tied    as     he     TRIES     to    think    of   something    supportive   to   say.    this    marks    the     FOURTH    time    to    rehab   ,      wendy    promising   it    would   stick.   yet    jackson    hadn’t     EXACTLY    helped   -   visits   had    been     NONE.    that   anger     had    worked     WELL   ,      gemma’s   words    still   resounding   in    head    as    he    TRIES    not   to    look   at    her.     she   isn’t   PERFECT   but,    NEITHER   IS    HE.     knowing    that     ADDICTION    ran     wild   in    charming   ,    one     almost    needing    drugs    to     DULL    the    boredom   that    this    town    BREEDS.   jackson    wonders    where    they’d   ALL   be   if     they    had    grown    up    in    a    GOOD     HOUSEHOLD   ,   if    grief    and     DEATH    hadn’t    swept   through   the   town   the    way    it    did.    looks    down   at    shoes    as    he    nods.   ‘   yeah   . . .   it’s   good   to   see    you    too  ’   it’s   the    MOST   he   can   manage.   fingers    reach   for    the    bag    that’s    by    her   side   as    body   bends    and   he   hopes   that    his   body   language   says    enough.    

                           wendy   has   a     place      at    the    other    side    of    town,    and    he    FIGURES   that’s   where    he’ll   drop    her.   no,   he   won’t   go   in    . . .    take    her   to    a   DINER   for   dinner   so   he   can    avoid     that.   he   finds    that    while    she    was    away    that    he     DID   miss   her,    missed    her    in    a    way    that   was     UNEXPECTED.    he   never   got   used    to    people    leaving    him    -   wendy    exiting   and    entering   his   life    whenever    she   deemed   fit   (   though   that’s   not   entirely    true  ).  makes   his  way   to   TRUCK   as   her   bag   is   thrown   into   trunk,   and   he   goes   to   open   her   door.   ‘   you   hungry?  ’    GREEN  eyes   still  avoiding   her    gaze   as   her    FAMILIAR   scent   fills   nostrils   and     fills   him   with   a    LONGING   he   could   never   quite    define.   he  hates   how   wendy     makes    him     feel   ,     that     time    after    time    they’d    come   back   to   one    another.     that     DESPITE    everything   jackson   wasn’t    a   cruel   or    MEAN    boyfriend   . . .   he   had   his    FAULTS   but   he   did,    love   her.   that   ending   is    just    somehow    muddled   ,   his   life   becoming    more   and   more    complicated.    those   eyes   fail   to    stay   averted,   and   as    she   sits   up   in   truck   seat   and   he   hangs   on   door   he   gives   her   a   smile.    eyes   finally    settling   upon    wendy    case,   a    woman   who   he    LOVED.   a     woman   who   was   so    much    more    than   her   addiction,   and   he   SEES   that.    

                                   ‘   i   missed  you,   we   ALL   did  ’

[nightstalk]

☓        .      .      .        ❝     you know i tried to warn you.     /     @strngher​​​​​​​

the room is cold, the look he’s giving even more so as attention fixates upon the girl who’d just gone against everything he’d asked her to. but despite the fury that rests below the surface, his exterior is calm, composed in his own way.     “   come on, star. are we really going to play that game tonight ?   ”     she was a small player in the bigger game, but that doesn’t mean her actions don’t sting him despite the fact  -  especially when she refused to obey a few simple requests.     “   you were supposed to KILL HIM, star  . . .  make him your first.   ”     he’s annoyed, she was going to be his excuse to get rid of michael, a new vampires mistake, if you will. kill the son before max can adopt the mother. it was fool - proof. at least, until now. no, now, he has no other option than to comply with max’s wishes and do what he’s told. which is something david really doesn’t want to do. he goes silent for a moment, eyes narrowing just slightly before his tone turns to something warmer, more gentle. because, after all, plans always have their way of changing.     “   what’s holding you back, huh ?  you bite off a little more than you can chew ?   ”

[atnoctum-archived]

@strngher​ tapped the heart                                                                                                                               → Susie for Ash

      ❝   hey now ----  easy with the foreplay, sweet cheeks, i wanna keep this handsome mug in-tact.   ❞