#motherscoat

[pizzatheif]

@motherscoat said :  ❝   you need someone to take the blame.   ❞

hugo stares at the dude.   ❝   well, yeah. no shit, sherlock.   ❞   hmm. sherlock holmes might’ve realized it would behoove his own self-preservation to keep his insolence in check. then again, sherlock holmes would also be able to properly use and define all the words in that sentence, so. 

       ❝   but i ain’t about to...   ❞   hugo looks down and away, raking fingers through his mop of curls.   ❝   you can’t ask me ta implicate my goddamn partner.   ❞

[multimuse-rp-archived]

Normally, he’d never speak to Andrés about this. But after too many drinks and too many nights without sleep, the words had slipped out of his mouth. He regretted it — falling for Andrés (not that he’d had a choice), because he knew the other man would never love him the same way. “No?” He smiled, tilting his head to gaze into Andrés’ eyes. “You’ve been in love. Five times, ¿sí?” His smile faltered slightly. “Do you ever think about them?”

“Do you ever hate yourself for loving someone?”

[solitairc]

> hi, i’m beeble, 30, they/them, > semi-selective multimuse (est. 2021) > muses | rules  > must be 21+ to interact > works heavily on weekends (gmt), may not be available > main blog: @marksmanmoran | berlín’s blog: @motherscoat

[theathsmatictubist]

I bought a rad jazzmaster and I wore my mothers coat. Life is wonderful.

[multimuse-rp-archived]

Maybe she was too drunk to think clearly, because although she found Berlin extremely attractive, her real connection was with Rio. She wouldn’t want to mess that up. And yet here she was, grinning up at the man in front of her flirtatiously, undressing him with her eyes and imagining how sexy he’d look without the suit. A hand wrapped around his tie, tugging it to pull him closer, letting their lips collide. She didn’t say a word about Rio; she didn’t want to think about him. Right now, she wanted Berlin.

@multimuse-rp​ | tokyo                                          ⬦⬥                                                     “you don’t think that you’re my type, but you are.”

“ Am I? “   Well, this was certainly an interesting turn of events. Andrés smiled slyly, turning fully back to Tokyo and taking the small steps it took to tower over her.  “ Are we done fucking children that you’ve decided to try experienced men? “

[gcvernedbalance]

In all honesty, not even Sergio fully believed the words he was saying. He was all about planning things out, executing them only when there was almost no room for error. But they’d been in a rush — their first mistake. Andrés could be terrifying when he was angry, and that was the last thing Sergio wanted to deal with right now on top of the stress of everything.

“Of course I agree.” The response left his mouth quickly, and he found himself struggling to find the right words. “It’s just that… there’s nothing we can do now except move forward.” He let out a sigh, pushing up his glasses with the tip of his finger. “So, what happens next?”

@gcvernedbalance​                                      ⬦⬥                                                   “everybody makes mistakes.”

Naive. That’s what Sergio was. Yes, he was brilliant — Andrés would always be the first person to build him up — but he was also aware of his brother’s flaws. And, oh, there were so many. He could get into them if there weren’t more pressing matters, trying to relieve the tension in a roll of his head, eyes closed, jaw tight and flexing his hands trying to find a release for it. People made mistakes, it’s true, but not ones on this large of a scale. 

“ Hermanito, “  there’s strain in his tone as he tries to keep the tornado of anger beneath his skin. It’s not Sergio’s fault, he tells himself.  “ There is a difference between a slip of the hand when cutting a steak to the monitoring of diamonds being moved a week earlier. “  They really need to pay closer attention to who they bring in for this kind of work.  “ We could’ve planned, do you not agree? “

[pizzatheif]

motherscoat​ :

@pizzatheif​           ⬦⬥          is stuck with no way out

“Tell me, señor Gonvales, do you know what the army does to those that abandon their team and post?” Berlín asks, walking with a light air around the man whimpering on his knees in the centre of the room. A small flash of a smile as his brings his index finger to his lips, tilting his head looking down at the man. “No?” 

The man shake’s his head. 

“They are executed, and since I am sergeant, the decision has come to that.” Berlín pulls his hand gun from the holster and points down at Gonvales, then his lifts his hand up and hold’s the gun out towards Secaucus. “Kill him.” 

hugo van houten has been in over his head from the second he agreed to the job with berlin. and don’t get it wrong, hugo knows crazy, right? his uncle frank? a fuckin’ wild card. would show up every march fifteenth in a toga with like twenty fake knives taped to his back. but this berlin guy? he really takes the cake.

his mind had wandered while he stands idly by, keeping guard at the door for whatever it is berlin is prattling on about.

it’s only when the other man’s attention is turned on him, offering the handgun from his holster, that hugo catches onto the tone of this… meeting.   ❝   wait… what?   ❞   this definitely wasn’t in the job description. he’s shaking his head, hands lifting up, palms outward.   ❝   nah, no thanks. i’m just here for backup and explosions, man.   ❞