#° 𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱 ; ✞ queue.

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❛   i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them.  ❜  

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄. // @salvatoraes + accepting.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐨𝐫,  sawyer  still  didn't  feel  it  as  much  as  maybe  she  should  have.  an  aftereffect  of  how  she  abused  the  substance  so  frequently,  her  tolerance  higehr  than  most  and,  unfortunately,  that  meant  some  people  just  couldn't  keep  up.  thankfully,  sawyer  had  managed  to  find  someone  that  night  who  could,  a  stranger  quickly  becoming  friend  and  confidant  with  how  their  conversations  began  to  descend  into  the  philosophical.  sawyer  would  always  tell  people  they'd  be  surprised  how  many  friendships  she  made  on  the  curb  outside  a  random  nightclub.  this  seemed  to  be  no  different. with  her  coat  wrapped  around  her  shoulders,  sawyer  found  reprieve  in  the  cool  night  air,  seated  beside  stefan  with  the  intent  to  eventually  hail  a  cab.  where  that  cab  would  take  them,  sawyer  wasn't  sure,  but  there  was  enough  of  a  mixture  of  alcohol  and  ecstasy  for  her  to  forgo  any  sense  of  care  for  the  evening.               ❛  i  hid  my  deepest  feelings  so  well,  i  forgot  where  i  placed  them.  ❜     sawyer  paused  for  a  moment,  head  turning  towards  stefan  with  a  newfound  sense  of  comradery,  because  damn  if  that  statement  didn't  hit  home.  how  many  years  had  sawyer  been  running  from  her  own  anger,  from  her  own  despair  and  self-loathing?  when  was  the  last  time  she  truly  let  herself  feel  everything  that  she  held  within  her  small  frame?  she  didn't  know  if  she  felt  relieved  or  terrified  at  the  realization  that  she  couldn't  remember.  slowly,  her  gaze  became  distant,  sinking  into  herself  as  the  realization  began  to  hit  closer  and  closer  to  her  heart.  

only  the  sound  of  a  car  honking  brought  her  out  of  her  spiral,  head  lifting  and  meeting  stefan's  face  before  seeing  a  cab  headed  in  their  direction,  ❛  i  think  this  is  us.  ❜    

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@razorfst // andrei + sawyer

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𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖉𝖚𝖒𝖕 𝖔𝖓𝖊.

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tag dump.

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grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . + reverse for harley

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 . // @goldshadows + accepting

𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  ��𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐬𝐚𝐰  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐨  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.  weeks  had  turned  into  months  of  her  being  on  the  road,  away  from  her  home  and  away  from  all  friends  except  her  bandmates.  though  she  never  got  tired  of  them  (  they  were  essentially  family  by  this  point  ),  sawyer  couldn't  deny  that  there  were  times  that  she  missed  certain  friends  for  different  reasons.  harley  was  one  of  them,  always  finding  herself  thoroughly  fascinated  by  his  passion  for  science  and,  frankly,  learning  far  more  from  him  than  she  ever  did  in  her  public  school  education. thus,  when  she'd  asked  him  to  meet  for  lunch  after  returning  home,  there  was  no  hiding  her  excitement  at  the  sight  of  him,  ❛  harley!  ❜  giddy  in  nature,  her  tone  ws  high  in  pitch  before  she  took  off  into  a  sprint,  arms  out  in  front  of  her,  prepared  to  make  her  next  audacious  move.  in  one  fluid  motion,  the  small  vocalist  all  but  leapt  into  harley's  arms,  her  own  wrapping  around  his  neck  as  her  legs  wrapped  around  his  waist,  holding  him  close  as  a  bright,  toothy  smile  spread  across  her  features,    ❛  i  missed  you!  ❜

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@firststab // frank + sawyer

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@dollwrote continued from here.

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬,  not  intending  to  let  true  feelings  come  to  light.  but  it  was  too  late  now,  everything  out  in  the  open  at  a  uncomfortable  level  that  sawyer  felt  every  second  turn  into  hours.  swallowing,  her  eyes  stayed  on  james,  never  letting  them  leave  even  for  an  instant  out  of  fear  that  if  she  looked  back  she'd  be  gone.  but  the  silence  between  them  was  becoming  agonizing,  sawyer  internally  screaming  for  her  to  say  something,  anything.  a  part  of  her  knew  that  the  blonde  probably  didn't  feel  the  same,  didn't  feel  as  though  sawyer  was  more  than  just  a  friend.

when  james  finally  spoke,  sawyer's  stomach  plummeted,  her  fear  coming  to  light  and,  before  she  could  stop  herself,  her  hand  reached  out  to  grab  james'  wrist,  ❛  jamie,  wait  —  ❜  the  tone  of  her  voice  was  pleading,  gently  tugging  her  back  but  if  james  really  wanted  to  she  could  break  free,  ❛  c'mon.  talk  to  me,  please?  ❜

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ɪꜰ  ʏᴏᴜ  ʀᴇᴀᴘ  ᴡʜᴀᴛ  ʏᴏᴜ  ꜱᴏᴡ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ  ɪɴ  ᴍᴇ  ꜱʟᴏᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ  ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ  ᴏᴜᴛ  ᴏɴ  ᴛʜᴇ  ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ  ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ  ɪ  ꜰᴇᴇʟ                                                                                    ɴ ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ .

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so  i  take  another  drink .  throw  up  in  the  sink .

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                               ——  ✞ ; 𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦  𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗦  𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞  𝗧𝗢  𝗔  𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬.  sawyer's  attention  finally  meeting  odessa's  gaze  completely  rather  than  through  it,  too  focused  on  the  task  at  hand.  their  eyes  meet  and  the  small  woman  let's  a  soft  smile  pass  over  her  features.  muscles  relax,  the  brush  in  her  hand  in  a  loosened  grip  as  she  lets  both  rest  on  dez's  shoulders.  head  tilts,  expression  morphing  into  one  of  knowing  as  dark  brows  lift  while  she  speaks,  ❛  is  that  so?  i  should  stop  right  now,  then?  with  no  blush  or  highlight? ❜  it's  hard  for  sawyer  to  ignore  the  way  dez  looks  at  her,  how  her  touch  sends  a  shock  up  her  spine;  there's  a  reason  sawyer  says  the  things  she  does,  how  her  girlfriend  is  beautiful  to  her  in  her  own  way.  an  attraction  so  undeniable  that  sawyer  finds  herself  getting  easily  distracted.    

                               leaning  forward,  a  small  kiss  is  pressed  to  dez's  lips,  ❛  you're  distracting  me. ❜  hardly  a  threat,  sawyer  cups  her  girlfriend's  neck,  speaking  through  contact  before  she  finally  manages  to  pull  away  enough  to  catch  her  barrings.  hands  reach  down,  grabbing  the  other  woman's  wrists  and  pulling  them  away  from  her  thighs,  ❛  no  touching  until  i'm  done. ❜

Beautiful had never been a word attributed to Odessa.  Not she, who bristled with ferocity, who presented as aggressively queer, dripping in a feminine-flavoured masculinity.  Dramatically dyed hair crackled under its heavy sheen of styling spray, while barbells glinted dully.  Dez was baked into the punk scene and the scars on her face proved it.  Hers was a mouth made for spitting blood and licking cunt, for singing about fist fights that were far from fantasy.

Fingers with the word D Y K E tattooed across the knuckles drummed lightly, a foot clad in a biker heel bounced absentmindedly, but otherwise she sat still and patient for her girlfriend.  Despite the restless stimming, she found the process strangely soothing.  Normally, her smeary smoke-eyes were accompanied by lurid pops of neon.  Now, with featherlight brush strokes, Sawyer peered at her attentively, remaking her, painting her into something beautiful.  It was an intimate ceremony.

“Yeah?”  Odessa smirked, curling a hand around Sawyer’s thigh as she leaned over her.  Her girlfriend might be too focused to meet her gaze, but Dez still took the opportunity to greedily drink in those pretty features, that bright smile.  “I’d rather look at you.”

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                               ——  ✞ ; 𝗜𝗧'𝗦  𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥  𝗕𝗬  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘  𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪  𝗜𝗦𝗡'𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧  𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔.  sawyer  isn't  oblivious  to  the  fact  that  sometimes  doing  a  show  like  '𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁  𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝘀  𝗮𝗹𝗹'  is  a  means  for  survival  —  even  if  often  times  it  has  the  opposite  effect.  she's  grown  up  in  the  industry,  seen  how  people  manage  to  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆  𝗮𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁  and  the  different  types  of  tactics  used  to  stay  where  they  are  in  their  career.  rebranding  is  one  of  them  she  sees  the  most,  a  small  (  or  very  large  )  pivot  from  ones  typical  persona  that's  gotten  them  to  where  they  are.  unfortunately  for  jamie,  sawyer  is  𝘁𝗼𝗼  𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲  𝗳𝗼𝗿  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗼𝘄𝗻  𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱;  and  judging  by  his  slight  change  in  demeanour,  it's  clear  to  sawyer  that  television  isn't  what  he's  hoping  to  be  recognized  for. 

                               a  celebrity  in  her  own  right,  sawyer  can  𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲  𝘁𝗼  𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻��  𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱,  to  having  people  look  at  her  a  little  funny  as  they  go  through  their  little  rolladex  to  figure  out  just  who  she  is.  it's  been  a while  since  she's  been  on  the  opposite  end.

                                ❛  it's  one  of  my  talents.  though,  i'm  also  that  annoying  friend  that  points  out  the  more  obscure  actors  i  recognize  in  movies.  you  know  the  one.  ❜  she's  rambling,  a  byproduct  of  the  fact  that  she  can  tell  she's  made  him  a  𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲  𝗯𝗶𝘁  𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.  the  question  about  the  win  has  her  folding  her  arms  across  her  chest  and shrugging,  looking  over  his  slightly  wounded  expression,  ❛  i  was  shocked  when  you  were  voted  off,  i'll  tell  you  that  much.  were  you  my  favourite?  no.  ❜  she's  honest,  maybe  too  honest,  ❛  but  maybe  you  could  change  my  mind.  ❜  a  slightly  cheeky  grin  passes  over  her  features  before  she  holds  a  hand  out  for  him  to  take,  ❛  i'm  sawyer,  by  the  way.  ❜

Not a football fan. That’s a bad sign. Jamie braces himself for what he knows is coming. There are plenty of things he’s been in the press for over the years of his career; his relationship with Keeley, the time he was caught hooking up with a woman in a public toilet, the time he was caught holding a cigarette outside of a club despite the fact that it was mid season [ it hadn’t been Jamie’s cigarette, he was just holding it for Keeley, but the press will take what they can get, and that includes a picture of City’s up and coming star (recently loaned to Richmond) holding a cigarette, ruining the body that belongs to the fans — Jamie will never smoke. He knows better than that. But the picture exists, and it’s permanently online ].

She knows his name, which would typically make him light up, but there’s not much time to revel in that joy before she’s saying those three fucking words. Fucking hell. Jamie has to force himself to keep smiling. Lust Conquers All was just something that he’d needed to do. Something to get him away from Manchester [ away from his father ] for at least a little while. When he first signed on to do the show, he planned on going straight back to City afterwards. Clearly, things don’t work out the way he’d wanted them to work out. He’d done six weeks of Lust, had been promptly booted off of City’s squad, and had somehow managed to save his own career [ thanks to some second burst of goodness from Ted’s heart ].

She seems so proud of herself for recognizing him, though. And he’s not a prick, contrary to his reputation from years ago. “Yeah,” he confirms, his fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt. “Erm, yeah- yeah, you’re right. Good eye, you’ve got.” What else was he supposed to say to someone who seemed to know him only from the show where he’d been fully nude on national television for six straight weeks? Jamie doesn’t actively watch Lust, and he especially never watched his season, so he isn’t exactly sure how much of his body she’s seen. Not that he’s got shame about his body; he’s very proud of the way he looks. But they’re on uneven ground, and he’s not sure how to steady it. "D'you think Danthony deserved the win, then?"

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                                        —— 𝗔𝗦  𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗦  𝗦𝗔𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗥  𝗖𝗔𝗡  𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥,  it's  been  impossible  to  deny  julian  anything.  that  sibling-like  affection  is  a  𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀  for  her,  knowing  full  well  that  all  he  needs  to  do  is  flash  some  pouty  looking  face  and  she's  a  goner.  eyes  roll  when  he  𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆  pushes  her  goals  to  be  sober  for  the  following  week.  besides,  what's  one  last  hurrah  before  making  herself  go  cold  turkey?  well . . .  if  she  can  make  herself  go  cold  turkey,  that  is.  sawyer  can  𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆  𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲  what  the  night  is  going  end  in;  there's  endless  pathways,  𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀,  many  of  which  sawyer  has  lived  through.  

                                        she's  truly  in  for  it  the  moment  julian  continues,  a  small  𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗻  leaving  the  young  woman  as  she  lets  her  head  fall  back,  ❛ please  don't  let  me  try  and  chug  a  whole  bottle  of  tequila  like  last  time.  i  was  ready  to  write  my  will  when  i  woke  up. ❜  her  attention  falls  to  julian  again  with  a  small  smirk,  leaning  forward  as  her  brows  lift  in  a  teasing  nature,  ❛ you  gunna  invite  anyone  special? ❜ 

❝ and so you shall be good, ❞ julian promises solemnly for dramatic effect, ❝ . . . next week. ❞ there are visions dancing in julian's head already, ones he shouldn't entertain, yet is most definitely going to. they include but are not limited to — a fog machine, body shots, dancing on top of the bar in his living room, and possibly ending the night upstairs in his bedroom with not one but two models. no more fellow musicians. he doesn't need another hit single written about him being a dick.

he's about to break into a full on pout as he stares into sawyer's soul, whooping loudly in triumph and throwing his arms up when she acquiesces.

❝ if i wake up the next day and don't feel like throwing myself off a cliff, i'll know i didn't fuck shit up enough. ❞

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                                 ——  ✞ ; 𝗦𝗔𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗥  𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗦  𝗘𝗫𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬  𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗦  𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚.  knows  just  how  to  rile  him  up  and  make  things  just  𝗮  𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲  𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁  𝗳𝗼𝗿  𝗵𝗶𝗺.  it's  all  a  part  of  the  charm  she  uses  to  draw  him  in,  the  balance  of  𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘀𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.  a  part  of  how  she  can  keep  a  man  who  can  have  any  woman  he  wants.  or,  at  least,  that's  what  she  𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳;  it's  easy  to  do  so  when  she  sees  andrei  turn  towards  her,  gaze  scanning  over  her  figure  as  she  stops  not  but  a  foot  in  front  of  him.  they  have  plans  today,  but  it's  that  𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿  𝗶𝗻  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀  that  tells  her  theres  a  possibility  that  they  may  need  to  postpone  the  trip.  then  he  wraps  an  arm  around  her,  pulling  her  flush  against  him,  and  her  head  tilts  back,  peering  up  at  him  with  that  𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲  𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲,  𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲  that  can  be  taken  for  pure  joy  or  complete  deviance.  in  this  instance,  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵.

                                 her  arms  wrap  around  his  middle  as  much  as  they  can,  head  tilting  as  her  long,  brunette  hair  falls  freely  over  her  back  in  waves,  ❛ wait?  whatever  for? ❜  oh.  she's  being  a  little  cruel  and  she  knows  it,  revels  in  the  chance  to  𝗯𝗲  𝗮  𝗯𝗶𝘁  𝗼𝗳  𝗮  𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁  as  it's  not  often  she  gets  the  opportunity.  one  hand  unwinds  itself,  resting  on  the  center  of  his  chest  before  giving  it  a  small  pat  of  encouragement,  ❛ we  shouldn't  make  'em  wait  any  longer,  mon  loup.  besides,  we  needa  get  a  good  spot  before  it  gets  too  busy. ❜  with  that,  she  pushes  herself  up  onto  her  tiptoes  to  𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗶𝘀,  only  to  fall  back  on  her  heels  a  moment  later  and  pull  away  from  him  completely,  fully  intending  to  make  her  way  to  the  car  waiting  outside. 

He wanted to bring her here, not that he ever did with anyone else. Hell, he hadn't been back in some time. The last couple years he had avoided any reason or trip to come back but now? Well, he wanted her to know every part of him. She already had seen the darkest secrets, it was time to see something that at least had been happy most of the time. A part of him where he had grown up despite how five years ago he had left as soon as he could. Now, however, despite his hesitation to bring her here he was more than happy to see her take to his country. Avoiding more of the places that upset him, he focused on those he loves and shared them with her. There was a glow about her here he hadn't seen before and it made him feel happy, warm. It's why he now offered a beach day, another place to show her that they could spend time together a few days from his work.

Making sure he had enough packed for the both of them, and that everything was going to be well taken care of while they were gone, he eventually made his way downstairs. Andrei was in a pair of black shorts with a white t-shirt and a red and black design on the front. He's shifting the duffle bag on his shoulder when he looks up and sees her standing there in a dress that, in so little words, easily distracts him. It can be seen in his facial expression as he looks her over. He reaches out and wraps an arm around her to pull her close and press her up against him. "It is out front and waiting but I am very tempted to make it wait a little longer...."

[metalsiren-a]

                                 ——  ✞ ; 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗔  𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡.   something  about  being  over  capacity  at  the  venue.  why  the  guy  with  the  clipbord  decided  to  come  to  her  about  it,  sawyer  doesn't  know,  as  she  𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗲  𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿  and  is  simply  one  of  the  acts  that  played  that  night.  confusion  is  clear  on  her  face  as  she  tells  liz,  having  𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗺𝗮𝗻  to  the  production  manager  instead.  perhaps  it  shouldn't  surprise  her  how  liz  reacts,  𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲,  but  sawyer  immediately  rushes  to  grab  the  other  woman's  wrist,  ❛ hey  woah!  no,  no,  no,  no.  hold  up.  liz — ❜  sawyer  feels  herself  being  𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱  𝗮  𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲  𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁  before  she  finally  manages  to  get  liz  to  stop,  ❛ it's  fine.  he's  just . . .  y'know,  doin'  his  job,  i  guess. ❜  the  last  thing  she  wants  is  𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁  𝗼𝗳  𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻,  especially  when  she's  as  sober  as  she  is.  maybe  ask  her  again  after  a  couple  of  drinks,  ❛ c'mon,  we'll  go  back  to  the  motel  and  chill,  alright? ❜

her  cigarette  is  discarded  with  a  forceful  flick  of  her  fingers,  the  agitation  in  her  body  slowly  accumulating  to  the  point  that  her  dark  eyes  are  bright  despite  their  color. "  he  said  what  to  you?  "  the  question  isn't  hostile  at  sawyer,  in  fact  its  incredulous  as  if  her  ears  cant  quite  grasp  what  had  been  uttered  out  of  the  others  lips. the  show  had  been  perfect,  the  fans  and  atmosphere  astronomical  and  beyond  what  could  have  been  hoped  for. liz  had  made  a  point  to  venture  back  here  near  the  bus  to  let  her  friend  know  this,  and  possibly  score  a  ride  to  her  motel  so  they  could  drink  and  watch  shitty  reality  tv. she'd  stumbled  upon  a  guy  --  one  she'd  seen  skirting  around  all  night  with  a  clip  board,  and  the  way  his  lips  moved  set  the  blondes  nerves  on  edge. "  let  me  get  this  straight;  so  no  name  twiggy  fuck  just  tried  to  reprimand  you  for  doing  a  kick  ass  job?  oh  --  let  me  go  find  him. "  her  words  are  followed  by  actions,  tall  frame  turning  on  her  heel  as  he  eyes  seek  out  his  face. she'd  never  forget  it  --  he  looked  like  a  fucking  weasel  and  a  goblin  had  fucked. 

@metalsiren liked for a thing! <3

[metalsiren-a]

                                 ——  ✞ ; 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘  𝗜𝗦  𝗔  𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘  𝗦𝗔𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗜𝗡  𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘  . . .  𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬.   but  even  that  supply  runs  short  when  the  person  she's  trying  to  do  𝗮  𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝗳𝗼𝗿  isn't  make  it  easy.  then  he  pulls  the  issues  card  and  sawyer  can  almost  𝘀𝗲𝗲  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻  she  rolls  her  eyes  so  hard,  ❛ yeah,  yeah.  we  all  got  issues.  you're  literally  yelling  into  an  echo  chamber,  buddy. ❜  it's  obviously  clear  that  sawyer  𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆  𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀,  not  ever  wanting  to  make  someone  feel  as  though  what  they've  gone  through  is  invalid.  but  moments  like  this,  between  two  friends,  sawyer  hopes  eddie  knows  she's  only  speaking  out  of  𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 

                                 when  eddie  does  as  she's  (  not  to  subtly  )  asked,  sawyer  is  about  to  pick  up  her  brush  and  finish  what  she's  started  but  is  once  again  𝘁𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱  by  his  efforts,  ❛ uh,  yeah!  perfection  takes  a  long  time.  you  wanna  go  out  there  with  one  eye  done?  'cause  that's  what's  gunna  happen  if  you  keep  swaying  like  that. ❜  sawyer's  arms  fold  over  her  chest,  head  tilting  as  her  brows  lift  upwards  in  𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆.  again,  her  eyes  roll  a  second  later,  a  moment  later  holding  his  head  in  her  hands  to  keep  it  still,  ❛ i  swear  to  god.  you're  lucky  you're  cute,  d'you  know  that? ❜

eddie's   annoying,   it's   a   literal   fact.   he   isn't   even   trying   to   be   right   now   though,   and   maybe   that   makes   it   worse.   clearly   sawyer   is   fed   up   with   him   and   eddie   fucking   groans   as   he   shakes   him.   "i   have   issues!"   he   protest,   like   that   explains   everything.   it   does   to   him   at   least.   the   way   she   pushes   his   hands   into   the   seat   on   either   side   of   him   has   him   sucking   his   bottom   lip   between   his   teeth.   eddie   does   what   she   says   and   tucks   his   fingers   under   his   thighs.

"i   didn't   realize   how   looooong   it   was   gonna   take."   but   he   does   be   still,   or   rather   his   hands   are   still.   his   head   starts   swaying   side   to   side   subconsciously.