#threads: cameron.

[loveshard]

continued from cameron's open starter (@breakagain-writes)

Cameron rolled his shoulder farther back into the wall and let Brady get a good look at his neck, tilting his chin with open invitation. He waited for Brady to get his fill. Let Brady stare at the forming bruise some over-eager twink had left around his collarbone, at the bite just underneath his ear. He didn’t flinch. He wanted to see what Brady would do with it—anger, disappointment, brutal indifference, whatever. "I told you, I’m a charitable guy," Cameron finally said, lazy and confident. "He needed the attention." He smiled, feigning genuine kindness just to see it land, hard, in the narrowing of Brady’s stare. "He was grateful. Couldn’t you tell?"

[dusttcdusk]

     ‘ Are you bound and determined to get me in trouble? It’s really starting to look that way. Try to behave yourself, at least until the end of my shift. ’ 

[loveshard]

continued from cameron's open starter (@rosyviews)

cameron's brows raised. he had recently turned thirty-one, but that didn't mean he wanted to be filed away as 'older' on some joke census. he gave dawson a squint of warning. "yeah, i'll let you have your moment," he said, nodding slowly. dawson was definitely annoying, but in the way that made cameron want to put him in his pocket. or at least kiss him until he had nothing annoying left to say. "you going to keep roasting me, or are you going to get on the bike like a big boy?"

[loveshard]

continued from cameron's open starter (@pynkheat)

"You know what's scarier than your costume? Your confidence," Cameron joked, matching the low rumble in Mack's voice with a curve of his own smile. "But I'm always up for a challenge."

He leaned in—mirroring Mack's move, then looked down, as if he needed a refresher. White tank top, blood-red suspenders, green cargo shorts, and hiking boots. He was covered in fake dirt, and a NASA patch had been ironed to his shirt. He looked back up at Mack and pointed to the patch. "Lost Mars rover," Cameron said, eyebrows raised, waiting for a sign of recognition. "I keep getting lost at parties; figured I'd lean in. And the suspenders are purely for aerodynamic purposes." He grinned, tilting his head. "You get it?"

[dusttcdusk]

     ‘ be still my bleedin’ heart. you come in here looking like a special kind of delicious. you might want to watch out with this crowd though. they just might eat you alive. ’ 

@agameofsouls //