#thiefslegend

[sllverplatter-blog]

@thiefslegend

Rafe looked at the other as if he had a second head, or, something more common, as if he’d done something incredibly stupid. “You know, I don’t understand what it is with you Drakes. One minute you’re all for something and the next you’re backing away like some... wounded dog. Cut the crap and get your act together before you get us both killed, Jesus Christ.”

[snpshooter-a]

              Sometimes it feels like they have these sorts of nights often. Elena spends her day making phone calls and sitting at her computer, Nate comes home from work and showers, they eat dinner and catch up. Now comes the real relaxation at the end of the day -- even if Elena was still making revisions from her editor’s notes.  ( She insists that’s the easiest part. )  She’s chewing lightly on the inside of her cheek in concentration and her face has a look of pure determination. Her hands lift off the keyboard only for a second as she tugs the long sleeves of her -- Nathan’s -- sweatshirt up towards her elbows.

              The couch moves slightly as Nate shifts and she notices now she can hear him mumbling to himself  ( he must be doing paperwork )  . Not that it’s enough to distract her. No, she continues to work away and only stops when she gets a notification for a new e-mail. Probably just more notes from her editor, she figures, and -- Oh, she was wrong.

              A quick read through the message and, without taking her eyes off the screen, she reaches a hand out to tap her husband’s arm.  “ Hey -- ”  She pauses and leans forward, setting her laptop on the coffee table and grabbing her day planner instead. She starts to flip through a few pages.

                    “ -- What’s your work schedule like this month? ”

@thiefslegend

[patronedsaint-a]

❝   ah   ,   i  was  the  funny  one     ━━━     always  was.   ❞

   CANON DIALOGUE   /    @thiefslegend.

[drakeheir]

“And you were worried that we were gonna turn that crank and die.”

sentence meme. ( @thiefslegend. )

" can't say we have the best track record for that kinda stuff, " he points out, knowing the sentiment was honest. the things he and his little brother got into over the years were anything and everything but safe. he allows a chuckle to spill from his lips, something airy, content, despite the situation.

another lost city on the horizon. another treasure to find and collect. another story to pass down years later. another drake brothers escapade.

" just hurry up. before victor ends getting impatient and leaves us behind. " he never was the biggest fan of sullivan, and he didn't really trust many people. hell, outside of nathan, he didn't really trust anyone.

[boundedbygrief]

@thiefslegend : it can’t be that bad , right ?

crystal truly doesn't know how she continues to get herself in these indescribable situations. between everything that's happened with her father in the last few months and the drakes entering her life again, it felt like she couldn't catch a break. she's only met nathan once and, if she's honest, she barely remembered that encounter. granted, he was just a kid and she was a teen rebelling against her father. so, as far as crystal's concerned, she doesn't know anything about him.

disbelief is clear on the reporter's features at his words, scoffing underneath her breath. "are we still talking about sam? of course it's that bad." assuming that he hasn't changed much from the last time she saw him. "you look like shit, by the way." she doesn't realize how blunt the words sound until they leave her lips, instantly attempting to recover. "sorry. i'm crystal, by the way. a friend of sam's."

[drakeheir]

where is all this coming from ?

sentence meme / closed.

❝ what ? s'not like this's the first time, ❞ samuel's jobs often took him out of town, leaving the younger boy to suffer through the orphanage's nuns alone. not that he was ever much help, honestly... after leaving their tyranny, he often visited, but sometimes he just got nathan into more trouble than he would otherwise. of course, it was typical morgan boy fashion to be a delinquent. samuel just tried to make sure nathan was... slightly less of a delinquent ( if you squinted. )

a soft sigh, his mouth shifting into something else. something a little more somber, but it only lasts a fleeting second. no sense in souring the mood any more than it already was. samuel reaches, just to genlty push on nathan's shoulder, a smile growing on boyish features. ❝ don't look so depressed. ❞ he says, though knows the statement is futile. nathan always looked down when he was taken out just for sam to tell him he had to go.

❝ when i get back, we'll do somethin' special, ❞ his lips twist into something a little more cheerful. putting on an act ? that, he was good at. ❝ m'not gonna leave you behind, little brother. ❞

[drakeheir]

drive . drive fast .

sentence meme / closed.

the hurried volume of his brother's voice spurs the foot against the gas. samuel unsure just what they're driving away from, but the panic certainly compelled him to just go, and ask questions later. the skidding sound of tires against the asphalt sharp and prominent, as the elder drake takes a swift left turn through someone's backyard. for a second he's brought back to madagascar... the motorcycle humming underneath them.

❝ what did you do !? ❞ he calls out, though knows now is not the time for idle discussion, he's certain nathan would explain things when they were able to get away. if the loud sound of cars gaining distance on them, the brief shower of gunshots narrowly missing both of them. ❝ what the hell are you doing !? shoot 'em back ! ❞

[trcstfunded]

@thiefslegend​  sent  ❛  why  is  this  so  important to you ?  ❜

        hot  and  overwhelmed    -    adler  only  ever  finds  himself  growing  increasingly  annoyed,  yet  incapable  of  taking  a  step  back  to  reevaluate  his  approach    (    and  relinquishing  the  scrap  of  control  he  had    ).    ‘        -    what  a  stupid  question,  you  really  outdo  yourself  everyday,  nate.       ’        words  are  harsh,  yet  come  mostly  from  a  place  of  exhaustion    -    NOT  THAT  HE  WAS  READY  TO  ADMIT  HIS  STRUGGLES,  and  would  rather  continue  to  lash  out.

        ‘          because  unlike  some,  i  don’t  have  a  million  victories  to  my  name    -    i  have  something  to  prove.        ’        fingers  push  back  through  dark  locks,  sweat  working  in  his  favour  to  hold  unruly  strands  in  place;  cool  gaze  finally  settling  upon  the  other    (    A  LEGEND  in  their  world,  as  some  would  describe  him    ).  a  tropical  jungle  that  lacked  home  comforts  seemed  to  be  taking  its  toll  on  morall.        ‘          -    the  world  sees  me  one  way;  i  need  to  change  that.        ’