#* — gedde › featuring monty.

[palmbleeder]

status. closed starter – @eclvpses

location. out by the studiaur.

notes. forty five years later... here we are! [oprah vc] lets celebrate that.

            “Montana, a dashing face sorely missed tonight. We meet again.” A tad deranged sounding? Bordering on milady territory? Maybe, so – Linus wouldn’t notice, or care to anymore. Far too elated which translates ungraciously to bricked up. Something happens to him when Monty calls. Well, texts but he hears their typed words as of lately; beckoning at him, his siren in the night, from under the jagged edges of a cliff so steep and perilous, so alluring – Which would be the studio tonight. Could’ve been Ambiance’s but they no where to be delightfully seen. Not even after the deluge of texts sent and caught in bubbling turmoil over throughout the entire night already forgotten in favor of the singular, unrelated reply received from Monty (Real pathetic stuff sent, at that. Highlights start at: ‘we’re playing 4 talon at ambiance tonite :~)’, ��if you’re perchance feeling like catching a vibe :~)’, ‘and offering condolences ofc but yknow :~)’ + pin of the location, just in case they didn’t know where it was and two-maybe three selfies of himself in the green room with Gabe in the blurred peripheral; all big grins and unflattering angles’) His current stance doesn’t help, either – A pose near Viv, his darling bike, pathetically achieved after several tries. Deliciously self-conscious for them; hand on his hip as it popped but then too [signal drop] seemingly, settled into leaning on it but not before dropping it once, fuck. Even the placement of his bandana when it started on his wrist; not sexy enough, to then his neck but that’s more skin covered and what if they wanted to bite him? Jean-muffled cock jumps at the thought…. it is and lastly now shoved halfway into the tight pocket on his ass) Already feels the need to present. Feet-kickingly so, at times. A sensation most strange in the way it comforts; truly an old, delusional friend making return. “Apparently, we’re missing out on a gloryhole at May’s. Is that something of your interest? I could ride us back. We could grab something for the road. A feast before our feast. What do you say?”