#threads: mateo mitchell

[heartofasoldier]

backstreets somewhere w/ @oculiaperticlausi — mateo mitchell

The evening was quiet as the car continued down the dark street. Sleepwalking had always been a problem for the professional athlete. During the season he work his body to the bone, physically and mentally draining himself to the point of exhaustion which seemed to keep the issue at bay. However, now that he was no longer putting all his usual hours in training, once again he had awoken in the wee hours of the morning, clad in his sweats, his only saving grace was his mobile in his pocket. "For the record, if anyone asks I was out on a run.." Jax drawled.

[heartofasoldier]

mitchell residence w/ @oculiaperticlausi — mateo mitchell

Waking up in their bed, Brooklyn couldn't help but internally curse herself as she looked over her shoulder in search of his sleeping form. Only when she was sure he was still asleep did she reach for his discarded shirt, throwing the material over her body before grabbing her phone, dress and heels from the night before in the hopes of making a silent escape. Only as she got to the front door did she hear the floorboards creek behind her, signaling his presence. Twice. Twice this had happened since she had packed a bag and walked out. The first time it had been a simple mistake, the second a coincidence. It was up to her now not to make it a pattern. "That shouldn't have happened." She murmured, as her hand gripped the door knob.