#venosum

[angerbuilt-moved]

@venosum / ( starter call )

“So you’re a tattoo artist? How good are you, huh?” 

[storiiestcld]

@venosum liked for mia!

     “----i have a level three fashion emergency.”

[crossedsky]

  “You are pale, therefore your ass is pale.  Why are you fixating on that and not the get out of here part?”  Cade is intimately familiar with the tides.  And the tide on another remote island in the middle of nowhere just receded.  Of course he had to insist on exploring on the one day there was a tsunami coming.  “Higher ground, now.  You have minutes at the most so move your goddamn ass so I don’t have to save it.” 

@venosum from here

[consultingsister-aa]

“No, look here, the Russian is badly translated,” she pushes the paper towards Mary so she could see. “Russian has feminine and masculine verbs; you assumed you were looking for a man because it says, Sam said. But the said is female. It’s more likely you’re looking for a Samantha.” Cee looks up with a little smile; it’s often she’s the smartest person in the room. Alright, she’s pushing it, but Russian has always been her forte; her third language. 

“That’s why he didn’t show up to your meet. He is a woman. A little sexist to assume your Russian spy was a man, Mary.” She’s joking, obvious by her grin. “Damn gendered verbs.” 

STARTER CALL .... @venosum + mary

[tcrdisary-a]

@venosum

“do you think the doctor’s ever, like, got his travellin’ partner’s names mixed up? like a granddad with thirty grandkids.”

[thickcrskiin]

@venosum sent ♬

  “------the weight of the world is lifting, i’m taking a deeper breath-- i'm seeing things a little bit clearer.”

[compoundingmuses]

@venosum / didn’t like for anything but here it is anyway / rosa & oliver

a last minute flight. three thousand miles. over six hours sitting uncomfortably on a plane. a stomach churning every mile and second of the way. 

her backpack feels heavier than it should be, weighed down by the truth that it contained. the truth she had been trying to deny for days now, unable to wait any longer than this. closing the door to the car that brought her here, she stared up at the door that awaited her. it was familiar, yet it was like she’d never seen it before. she has a key, letting herself in. 

it is late, more than late, stomach still churning as she headed towards the bedroom she so often acquainted herself with. peering inside the door, he is there, stomach settling for a moment at the reassuring sight of him, before remembering why she is there. dropping her pack on the floor by the door, her shoes follow quickly, along with her leather jacket, jeans and a bra tumbling to the floor.

crossing the room, rosa hesitated before lifting the covers gently and stepping into the bed, being the utmost careful to ensure that she did not jostle the bed too much as she slipped between the covers, in a second losing the resolve for what she had come here to say.

[heartbattled-a]

@venosum + owen .

❝ should you even be in here? better question --- how did you get in here? ❞