#thread; jamie

[normallyxstranger]

"There's one thing you didn't consider." Jamie barely paused, gesturing with his beer bottle. "You didn't consider that I'm already a little drunk."

[normallyxstranger1]

@strifeincarnate​ sent: “I’m sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?”  [Because angst]

title; back stabbed (Jamie & Eris)

     Betrayal. It always stung, but knives in the back always did. Almost as much as false accusations. As abandonment. 

     Each one of them simmered inside him, not quite boiling, but close. 

     She was the one who’d left without a word, fucking off to only gods knew where—and how apt, as she was a goddess. That was her prerogative, but fuck if it hadn’t hit him hard this time around. As far as Jamie was concerned, she had betrayed him and there was nothing else to it.

     So, he said nothing about that, his blue-green eyes fixed on her in a glare. Then he took a drag on his cigarette and looked away.

     “Welcome back.”

[normallyxstranger]

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞ @ Jamie

for muses that are getting to know each other // @destroyed-ourselves

"I don't think it's something most people would think to guess," he countered, helping himself to a few more jelly beans from the bag. "I'm the outlier. The one person in town, in the state, who hates ice cream."

While Jamie was a huge fan of sweets, ice cream had never been among them. Who doesn't like ice cream? was the usual surprised, befuddled response whenever someone learned that of him. It wasn't the taste so much as it was the cold of it. He didn't like that, chalking it up to his fiery demigod heritage, a fact he'd yet to reveal to Cori. That made it a little trickier to explain, but Jamie had a few practiced replies.

"I hate ice cream headaches," he said with a faint laugh, picking through the jelly beans to find the green ones. "And I can't eat it slow because it melts too quickly and that's fucking gross. And messy." He gave Cori a grin and a shrug. "Sorry if you disagree but I'll just stick to jelly beans for my sugar fix, thanks."

[normallyxstranger]

❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ Nilza & Jamie

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // @southern-belle-outcasts

She hadn't said anything he didn't already know. From the constant weather alerts on his phone, to the roaring wind lashing at the window, it was easy to tell that, yeah, the storm was worsening.

And Jamie didn't like storms.

He caught himself jittering his leg again, and made himself stop. However, he didn't notice the way he chewed his lip, worrying it.

"Yeah. I'm trying not to think about it."

All that water...

[normallyxstranger]

"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now." Nilza & Jamie //early on

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // @southern-belle-outcasts

Smoke drifted through Nilza's room, hanging low and heavy with the humidity. Jamie felt it in every breath. His throat burned, irritated from the thick air, but that little inconvenience didn't stop him from lighting up another cigarette. The exhaled smoke joined what had already gathered. Through it's haze, he watched her, offering the cigarette wordlessly.

What would he do if she kissed him? Kiss her back, no doubt. He'd thought about it, fantasized about that and a whole lot more. Really, there was just one way to find out.

"So... stop wondering and find out."

[normallyxstranger]

i haven't eaten a thing since breakfast. //for Jamie

@gentle-hearted

He hadn't eaten anything since... well, yesterday. Jamie hadn't paid much attention to that, not while hyper-focused on writing this damned song.

He was starving.

"You hungry too? Wanna go grab something?"

[normallyxstranger]

“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?” Nilza & Jamie

Delightfully Domestic Starters // @southern-belle-outcasts

You okay?

No. Not even close, he wanted to say, but the words refused to climb out of his mouth. They got stuck somewhere in his throat and he swallowed them back down, for another time. Or never.

"I couldn't get comfortable," Jamie said, cup of coffee in one hand, pastry in the other, both great options to draw attention away from Nil's questions. "Do you want either of these?"

[normallyxstranger]

"I'm just saying," Jamie began, his finger tapping against the acoustic guitar he held in his lap. There was a fast rhythm to the hollow sounds. "Arson is an option. Just not a good fucking option."