#sydneyxjames

[deaconxjames]

location: monster mash with: @sydneyxjames​

“Look, the vampire thing is kind of adorable,” Deacon said as he approached his sister for the first time that night. “I’ll give you that ‘cause you work at a funeral home and all, but c’mon, Syd. The whole ‘sexy’ vampire thing? Why you gotta do this to me? I’m just out here tryin’ to have a decent night out and now my baby sister’s flashin’ so much skin I can practically hear half the town thinkin’ about what they want to do to ya.”

[spencekinkaid]

location: the piggly wiggly grocery store with: @sydneyxjames​

The problem with living with his parents was that Spencer was essentially at their beck and call whenever they needed him to do something. Living on the outskirts of town, he got roped into running errands after work a lot more than he liked, and that’s how he found himself in the meat section of the Piggly Wiggly on a Thursday evening. There were plenty of cows on the Kinkaid farm, but they were dairy cows. If you didn’t know enough about cattle, Spencer was unfortunately one of the ones around town who could tell you far more than you ever would need to. 

As he reached for a roll of ground beef, he glanced down the aisle next to him and his eyes landed on none other than Sydney James. Instantly, his mind went right back to the last time he’d saw her, about two and half or three years ago now. He wasn’t coming home too often then, but he’d been home even less since. Seeing a familiar face from Tupelo at a bar in Nashville had felt like a sign, a gift from the universe to heal his homesickness. One beer led to two, and a few hours later they were stumbling into her hotel room together. He’d avoided her since then, and running into her in the middle of the grocery store felt like a real kick in the ass. When she glanced his way, he regretted the fact that he hadn’t looked away sooner, knowing she’d caught him staring. He had to own it, giving her a half grin. “Sydney James,” he said in his slow, southern drawl. “Fancy runnin’ into you here in Tupelo, Mississippi, of all the places,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood. 

[greer-fonta-archived]

location: sydney’s place with: @sydneyxjames​ | closed

She knew the way to Sydney’s by heart. It wasn’t often she popped over unexpectedly, but Sydney hadn’t been as available lately as Greer would have liked. When she found herself outside of her friend’s apartment, she knocked on the door and rested her head against the door frame, a smug grin on her face. Greer had barely let Sydney get the front door open before she found herself mouthing off in her usual style. “Well, damn, you could at least have written me a thank you note or somethin’ for hookin’ you two up. I saw you at the ball, I know you two hit it off, just like I said you would.” 

[deacon-james-archived]

location: tatiana’s cafe with: @sydneyxjames​ | closed

“Hey,” Deacon said, lifting his hand up to catch her attention as soon as he saw Sydney walk into Tatiana’s. It wasn’t like it was busy, but Deacon was oddly nervous. He knew Syd had to guess why he’d asked her to breakfast, and honestly he wasn’t sure how it would all go. She was used to him being protective as hell over her, but he’d let her have her space at the ball so that she could enjoy the evening without him ruining anything. Besides, he’d had plenty of other things to attend to. Was he a little hypocritical in the way he fretted over his sister and her romantic endeavors all while chasing his own willy-nilly? Probably. Did he care? Not at all. “Thanks for meeting me for breakfast, kid.” He always called her that, or at least he had since he stopped using ‘baby sister’ back when she graduated high school. Sliding his arm around her shoulders, Deacon pulled her into a hug. “I got your usual and about half a dozen other things if only because I’m starving and everything sounded good.”