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betheveins · 9 years

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#; * the reaper.

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betheveins · 9 years

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█ desertconversations.

❛ Jesus Christ, ❜ Jax spews, his eyes widened in the slightest. Another day on the job. His expression is morphing back into a distraught, almost angered one. His nose scrunched & his top lip pursed. As days went by he's beginning to regret earlier choices in which he thought were right during a certain time. Ridiculous encounters have endured his town. Anarchy had spread & it wasn't being created by his own club, but by others. Which should be taken as something normal. Retaliation or whatever the hell you'd like to muster. But Jax has become impatient, he's become impulsive & pushed to the edge.

The blond sits at the head of the table, where he was soon to reside for however long. They've got more shit to take care of, to his own dismay. ❛ Get the prospect, ❜ he starts, turning in his seat to face the wall beside him. He needed to think. ❛ We might actually have an even slightly real job for him this time around. ❜ Usually he gets the shit end, this one. But Jax was feeling generous. So he waits for him, head canted to the side as thoughts shot through him like flying colors.

#desertconversations

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betheveins · 9 years

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█ tara.

arms cross over her chest as she moves closer to the bed, robe wrapped around her with bare feet sinking into the carpet. ❝ i don’t know what’s wrong with abel. he’s— happy, but he’s quiet, jax. he has me, but he needs his father, you’re never around. ❞ it’s not something she likes to do. reverting back to how she was when she was first back at charming makes her cringe. how she would always complain, how she would always toss & turn over whether it’s right or wrong. now she suffers in silence. ❝ jax, ❞

he lets a sigh push through her nose, his hands reaching up to rub at his finger, the tips of his fingers trickling over his beard. what is he to say ? he knows he's in the wrong, as of lately jax has had a loss of his own pride, but somehow he still manages to find it difficult to come clean about his wrong doings. the male sits up now, blue eyes averting towards his wife. he hasn't forgotten about her, that's for sure. every motive he has runs right back to her. she's his fuel. ❛ i'm sorry. i'm trying to find a balance, tara. i can't seem to grasp it anymore. ❜

#likethewillow

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betheveins · 9 years

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█ tara.

ringlets of brown fall against her shoulders, deep breath taken in, making collar bones protrude. she steps into their room, staying at the door for a brief moment until she begins to speak, inching her way to the bed where he lays. & for once, everything is quiet. ❝ i put the boys down. ❞

jax hasn't been around much. not that he ever really is in the first place. nowadays it's even harder to balance the club & his family. it's becoming damn near impossible at this point. with his head against his pillow now & the thought of knowing that his wife is about to approach him brings a sense of ease that's long overdue. he hitches in a breath, eyebrows raising. ❛ thanks. they okay ? i haven't seen them much this week.. ❜

#likethewillow #this is gonna bring back so much frustration am i ready #probs not

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betheveins · 9 years

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█ youveconvincedme.

❛ it’s okay, it’s okay.❜ jax speaks, trying to reassure the other. he’s always been better at this, more than the other club members. he assumes it’s is charm, not to be too cocky or anything. his hands reaches out to cup their face, eyes sincere but still lacked something. something was always missing when it came to jax teller. ❛ you just gotta tell me what happened. ❜

#hey friend how u doin #youveconvincedme

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betheveins · 9 years

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█ afterburial.

his own self diagnosis calls for lack of sleep, not that he cars too much. jax hasn't even gone home yet, he's stood down at TM for a couple days now, trying to sort out deal after deal & dealing wit annoying as ever assholes that he'd rather just get rid of himself after another. he supposes this is the price he has to pay. ❛ now isn't a good time. ❜ he mutters towards the presence that is now lingering beside him, his eyes never averting up to meet the person, not even once.

#afterburial #will jax ever pull the stick from his ass Stayed Tuned Folks

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betheveins · 9 years

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okay like for a starter i’m ready 2 rumble.