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[blackplanct]

[ VANISH ]: @tribeof​

he hated showing up like this, after weeks of not speaking.  sometimes, it seemed like adam was a glutton for punishment.  that was only when it came to lilith, though.  their inevitable carnal reunion made all the yelling and the fighting and the broken things worth it..for awhile.  no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the simple truth was that he could never be satisfied with anyone else.  it hurt to have these fleeting moments of passion with lilith and be on his way.  he was convinced he wanted forever, so he found her for what he hoped would be the last time.

resting a warm hand on her shoulder, he greeted her in cubano from behind, parading as a local.  “don’t hate me, but you wouldn’t return my calls...again,” adam prefaced, moving into her field of vision.  “may i?” he gestured toward the seat beside her.  hopefully, she would slap him al fresco.

[ciniis]

aya: *sits aggressively in his lap*

It was freezing out. The cold had taken hold of everything and even knocked out the power where they were. Ash didn’t mind. The cold couldn’t touch him with all the fire power he had at his disposal. 

Sitting in the cabin in the woods that belonged to him and his brother, Ash knew they’d be snowed in here for a few days until the storm passed. It was a safe place to hide. The magical stave would keep everyone out as well. But it couldn’t stop the storm. 

Ash sat on the sofa he’d been sleeping on. It was a small love seat that barely fit two people. Sleeping on it had been a challenge but he wanted to ensure Aya could have the small twin sized mattress on the floor.

He hadn’t even noticed the temperature was dropping inside the cabin. Not until Aya was holding herself against it and defiantly stormed up to him and plopped herself into his lap. Blinking a few times he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He swallows and soon wraps his arms around her. It takes little focus for him to raise the temperature of his body and try to keep her warm. Her hands were like ice. 

“You should have said something.” He doesn’t attempt to hide the small worry that bleeds into his voice. He grabs both her hands from her and brings them to his half-scarred lips. He closes his eyes and blows on them both, holding them in his massive hands. He squeezes his hands together around them, eyes finally moving to make eye contact with her. 

“You’re frozen.”

@tribeof // SIT. IN. ASH’S. LAPS. YOU. FOOLS.

[harrowiingstreets]

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“Sorry,” Gavin hadn’t even noticed his leg was bouncing that much –– but considering Ari’s head was in his lap as they watched the horror film, she was more likely to feel it than he was. He adjusts his knees a bit, shifting so that he wouldn’t be tempted to bounce it –– despite it being a habit encouraged by his ADHD. Instead, his free hand opts to gently pick at the threads on the hem of his jeans that run along his thigh. His other arm draped casually over her side, making his heart race a little more than he’d like it to be.

[thvndcrstrvck]

💔 ( calvin )

send me a 💔 for my muse to talk about one of their exes.

“oh, um...” calvin shifts in his seat and clears his throat. “okay.”

“well, we met when i was in high school -- he was my english teacher for 3 years so we spent a lot of time together. we talked a lot ‘cause he was just so... smart and kind, and he treated me like an equal. i even came out to him first. i mean, there’s nothing to say about him, really. you want me to tell you about malachi? i was a kid and he was a grown man, i loved him and he didn’t love me, i risked everything for him and he had a wife to go home to at the end of the day, so... i don’t get why i need to talk about him. but i’ll say this: if i ever run into him again, i’ll kill him.”

[isolctions]

@tribeof​ asked: “ i licked it so it’s mine. “ ( jamal )

pinterest prompts

“that’s triflin’. you know that, right?”

in a very zephyr-like manner, she complains about the shopping trips and the cost of half the things inside of the store they currently were in. and in a very jamal-like manner, he simply doesn’t give a fuck — about the tag of a pricy ring, or the fact that he’s just placed his bare ass tongue against the gaudy ring. (granted, the ring itself hadn’t been anywhere but the velvet case it came in and his hands after they left the store, but still.) “that’s some white people shit. you don’t just go lickin’ shit and callin’ it yours, what’s wrong wit’chu?”

[wthwolvesarc]

@tribeof​ liked x. 

          “  --  i’m ready to listen,  if you’re ready to talk.  “ 

[fortunefavours-a]

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“his nose was broken when i got here.”

[armsdealing]

@tribeof​ / cont.

the words are gentle, yet still sting the tips of his fingers. her room, once theirs, now stands around him unfamiliar, in a wholly different arrangement to the one he used to know. but he does not have time to feel hurt by the stark changes she made; they’re as understandable as his own efforts. the only way to build distance for luciano has been to do so physically, after all, keeping their calls sparse and curt, their reunions strictly professional and public. his choice to visit her had been completely against this implicit boundary he’d established, but upon learning of her state, well -- concern had simply overriden him. 

now he’s sitting next to her, on a bed they’d once shared while married, feeling how the heat emanates from her skin, and her sudden honesty startles him. he sighs, stroking her cheek. “i miss you too,” he confesses. he misses her now just as he’d missed her then, when they were still married, and growing apart. not much has changed. “now i know just how sick you are; the daniela i know does not talk like this. i clearly must stay. tell me, would you like something to eat?”