#s4ints

[conheaded-a]

              relaxation is uncommon for him: a man on the move, constantly running, a race to a finish line that doesn’t exist yet, but it’s different with @s4ints​ ,  it always has been.  they lay intertwined, connor’s face buried in her hair, breathing her in, his breath slow, steady before he retreats, the warm darkness of sleep slipping away, losing the battle of desire to look at her, to make sure she hasn’t left yet as the first rays of light begin seeping through the window panes; casting a soft orange hue over the duvet. she glows as the sun kisses her skin, and connor is in awe of the warmth that pools around her.   

              if he were artistically inclined he might ask her to stay still, might paint her wrapped in white sheets hair splayed across the pillows in a way that reminds him of wings outstretched. instead he tries to memorize her. eyes dancing over every perfect imperfection.    the sun could hold no candle to her.

after last night, i think i'm in love with you.

              starstruck look slips into something else: something more reserved. softness melts away the same way he does around his father, his siblings, when they jab mercilessly at insecurities in a way only family is capable, before his expression hardens.

            “ willa, don’t. ”    he says quietly, after a moment, hardly longer than the pause between heartbeats, he repeats it sternly.  “    — don’t. ”   a seriousness to him that could rival logan himself. it feels cruel. like when he was in boarding school, when a girl would ask him out and then go back to her gaggle of friends to laugh and giggle behind his back. when his love notes were passed around like cheap cigars, their hushed voices just loud enough for him to hear. what he means to say is : i won’t pay you to say that;   “ you don’t have to say that. ”

       what he means to say is : i can handle that lie from anyone else, but not from you.

[abusedog]

maybe it's not the BEST thing to say to a bride to be , much less when the groom is your own BROTHER , but you can never be too cautious when it comes to a marriage . ❝ you know , @s4ints , you can TELL US if he's holding you against your will or something ... ❞

sc.

[pointm4n]

your honour i present to you - ✨ THEM ✨ / ft. @s4ints

[pyreshe]

all I do is think about g.rishaverse livvy crying her eyes out as she tells aleksandr smth along the lines of "you were my father in every way that mattered and I loved you! I wanted to be like you! you broke my heart, and I can't even hate you completely for it-!"

[kellm4n]

            there is a certain amount of paranoia required of them to do what they do, gerri had learned that early on, to stay on her toes, to wait for the other shoe to drop. it’s helped them stay afloat in times of crisis, and so when she looks at greg and decides he’s up to something, she feels that conclusion is a justified one.

          @s4ints​ doesn’t remind her of logan, not really. he is more like baird had been, trying to play big dog. if she had to guess, if she had to put a read on him, she might say he’s hiding something, some sharp edges beneath that soft bellied display.     he’s been useful, helpful even, but he’d played his cards right in their first interactions, betrayed tom by revealing his little coup, his meeting that had no cause other than harm. she wonders idly if he believes she owes him for that. perhaps she does. but that is something he will have to ask her himself.

❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜

            calculating gaze flickers over gregory hirsch : not a roy. adjacent perhaps, but not like the kids. it’s the same way she or tom is family, only when it is beneficial.    “ you’re suggesting the general . . . asshole-ness is genetic ? ”    he wouldn’t be wrong.

[vullcanica]

@s4ints , ❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜ - Cora

Constance peers at her from beneath his glasses with the closest approximation to bewilderment he can manage without shattering the geometry of his face. "Whose bloom? Yours?"

Still, after millenia on earth, some phrasing always ends up lost on them. It's inevitable with how little effort they put into narrowing the language barrier humanity keeps building with odd new words. Surely she can't mean nature. They're not of it, either of them. Then again.. If this is about their earlier argument...

Connie's face arranges into something with softer edges, eyes a touch more liquid. His head tilts curiously. He can indulge her this time... "I suppose you have grown taller since I saw you last,"

After all, a land grows fastest after war. It has little choice in that, does it? A civilization far away is about to pick up what pieces it can and build atop the rest. Decay feeds the bloom. And she herself has certainly had her fill lately too.

"How was your trip?"

He's seen the paperwork. 12,900 dead, twice as many injured, cities burned to the ground. They still ask, with the hope she's at least enjoyed herself.

[xhatake]

obito is 5'5 bc canon is wrong & i declare him a short king

kakashi 🤝 obito

[ not being able to reach the top shelf at the grocery store ]

[lotusdreamt]

@s4ints​          ;          continued .

not  a  moment  after  he  mentions  it,   helina’s  nose  crinkles  with  disdain.          ❝    the  one  who  couldn’t  stop  bragging?    maybe  it  should  be  you  who  sends  for  him    —    there’s  a  meditative  misery�� when  you’ve  listened  to  him  long  enough,   perhaps  it  would  facilitate  novelty  for  your  evening .    ❞          gaze  drifts  to  the  steel  of  his  eyes  and  she  ends  up  smiling,   despite  the  edge  on  her  tongue.    what  she  doesn’t  say  is  that  his  presence  sets  her  at  ease.    with  a  hushed  sigh,   she  offers  him  her  glass.          ❝    though  i  suppose  you'll  have  to  suffice  instead.    drink ?    ❞

[gamelost]

20. refrigerator.

A PEEK INSIDE THEIR. . .

the refrigerator door creaks as it swings open. it’s a pretty standard model, classic black casing over a bland white inside. it’s a relatively barren wasteland of a fridge, the main staples of it really being various old takeout containers on various levels of the fridge. there’s a half drunk carton of milk in the door next to some half empty bottles of condiments, and half a package of eggs on a lower shelf. the bottom drawers of the fridge contain cans of various sodas, energy drinks, and beer, with seemingly no pattern or organization to it.

[rahbid]

TARGET   :   UCHIHA, OBITO. LOCATION   :   @s4ints​​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   some more smutty memes. ENCRYPTED   :     [ SUBTLE ]  our muses are cuddling,  sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them.

        every moment spent with him is the truest pinnacle of utter bliss, like cold, crashing ocean waves over every inch of her body. the smallest things become miracles in his presence, the magic he’s brought into her life something beyond biblical. and yet   ---   he seems so painfully unaware of it. unaware of his own wondrous ways, that the act of merely laying beside him could keep her whole until her dying day. 

        sunlight spills through their windows and they both know the other is awake, neither ready to face the day ahead. she feels his arms tighten around her and smiles ever so softly to herself. then, another sensation, this one all the more tantalizing. his hips pressing into hers, his chest against her back, his wanting hands looking for her skin wherever it is bare. his fingers start at her waist where her tank top has ridden up, shamelessly guiding themselves to her breasts. the sigh she breathes as soon as he’s lazily touching pink, already hard nipples is down right embarrassing. she doesn’t want him to stop, but still can’t help herself from turning over, meeting his lips with a kiss. 

      ❝   good morning to you, too, most beloved.   ❞  

[thrucrax]

CONTINUED FROM   →   @s4ints   (LEKI)

“Yeah ... I wouldn't.” The gnome tried to keep the repulsed tone from rearing its head, whether it was successful was to be seen. As he doesn't understand how the other comes to do these things, what the cravings that commanded her were, why the grotesque called to them,   why      (I'm being a hypocrite now, aren't I? Yeah.)

Creatures from unfamiliar planes appeared in his vision regularly, those beings he was closer to than people Rambert can touch and understand. If there is comfort in Leki's actions, maybe it was not such an abstract concept, one even Bert could grasp. The way she spoke, the nervous tics, there hopefully was more than simple bloodlust. (Right?)

“What do you feel when you don't do that?” a hand waved gesture towards the tiefling, “Does it .... hurt?”

He spoke with a frown not directed towards her - not entirely - but towards the situation.

[lotusgrieved]

💬 for alina 🥺

[ SMS : sunny 🌟 — UNSENT ] hey! your eyes like GLOW sometimes when you smile and i think it's really pretty!!! 🥰 oh wait is that weird

[ SMS : sunny 🌟 — UNSENT ] i know you're the chosen one but this is crazy. you have to hate this. we could leave for a while?

[ SMS : sunny 🌟 — UNSENT ] i don't know how to say this but sometimes i miss you when i'm with you.. you won't change, right? you wouldn't lea

UNSENT TEXTS . / @s4ints

[conheaded-a]

things are different with @s4ints, they've always been different with willa, and for once he finds he does not want to be ignored but finds he does not know how to ask for the attention he seeks now. before, he could offer money, could offer more and more until she relented, ( or he gave it to her anyway when she didn't. ) but going steady, giving her an allowance has changed that.

he wouldn't call it an argument, he wouldn't call most of their disagreements arguments though. he's cautious with his use of the word, because he does not like to imagine them as the fighting sort. he isn't argumentative by nature, invisibility ingrained in him from a young age, it's easier if he just agrees and moves on a majority of the time. he is like water, he flows.

that won't work on me. / from wife ,,,,,,

" i think it will. " he counters though he has no proof, no real confidence in the statement as he sits beside her on the sofa. connor doesn't know where to put his hands to draw her attention, her leg seems too forward, her shoulders are too high at this angle, her own hands are busy with her writing : while he is trying to turn her attention he doesn't want to disrupt her. so he takes a page out of roman's book, and shifts until he can sit his head on her thigh.

" c'mon. it's a nice night, i bet the stars are out. and if they're even half as pretty as you, they're worth seeing. "

[kellm4n]

            gerri knows little about @s4ints​, only what the kids have shared privately and publicly about willa. she isn’t even sure sam has looked into the woman, perhaps it’s just that logan only cares about the image of the younger roys, or perhaps he’s decided this little relationship is destined to end with a large amount of hush money and multi page NDA.    gerri isn’t sure. yet here they sit in logan’s apartment, the roys buzzing around one another in their frantic little dances. 

“He nods and says that that’s okay. He’s lying, and that makes me very afraid.”  /  from willa owo

            some part of her wants to give willa a reassuring smile, the same one she might have flashed the girls when they were growing up : the sort that lets adults know you’re lying when you say     it will be okay.    she doesn’t. she was never very good at that.   “ and are you afraid of him or for him ? ”   gerri questions for clarity, gaze turning fully on the playwright, the escort, the fiancée.  

[shadwoes]

                          there is a certain amount of babysitting done by those in legal, for the most part, gerri takes the brunt of it: left with the roys, left with roman, but everyone has their place to be, there people to look after and today it seems with no tom for him to escape to it seems she’s been handed greg’s leash.    the first thing she had learned about @s4ints​ is that he has no idea of the self preservation that lays in silence.   he talks too much.   every time he opens his mouth she feels the public outcry, the chain reaction like ripples in a pool.

                          at least with kendall, or roman she can see the motive behind the overstep, the public is used to them : rich boys being fuck boys is nothing new and their drama runs in circles, tires itself out.   greg is the new shiny car that’s motor won’t stop running, he’s background noise to her and the others until he isn’t. until amongst the bumbling statements is some secret that needs to stay in the dark.  

                          ( she tries not to have strong opinions about those she works with, neutrality is a powerful weapon, but there are known exceptions : logan, kendall, shiv, gerri, tom, and him . . . though each of them are set on various sections of the spectrum, ranging from trustworthy and loyal to just plain idiotic. )

“And hey, it wasn’t the first time that I broke into a church.”

                          fingers that were a moment ago, dancing over phone screen come to a halt, karolina shifts her gaze to study greg for a moment, waiting to see if he might admit it was some sort of joke : she’d been tuning him out with little more than a affirmative uh-huh or questioning hmm ? for the past fifteen minutes.    “ excuse me, you . . . did you just admit  you broke into a church ? ”    gaze finds him now, interest sparked, the logical side of her brain in an uproar about what might happen if someone finds out the kid with no certifications, hired off the street for his blood is a vandal, but another part itches with a rather unprofessional sort of curiosity.    ( it’s not like she didn’t have her rebellious streak in her younger years, she just wasn’t one to openly admit to multiple breaking and enterings )

                          she is not a gossip by nature, but if she’s honest: she has never found him more interesting.   “ can i ask why ? ”

[pyreshe]

@s4ints - "i have to warn you, i'm an abhorrent baker." one would think that, after several centuries of life, you have done everything at least once. hob serves as living proof that this is not correct ; he has yet to try bungee jumping, he has never been to madagascar & he hasn't ever tried to bake & decorate a cake. the result is ... questionable, slightly lumpy & more chocolate whipped cream than is probably advisable for even a grown adult. "daniel insisted on helping, so if you find a pound of tiny marshmallows inside, you know whom to thank." he shuffles his feet, just a little sheepish. it's been eons since he last had to even think about a child's birthday ... much less his own & disappointed livvy now, when it's her first birthday with just the two of them would make him reconsider his deal with death on the spot. "happy birthday, livvy."

vincent had always tried to take time off on her birthday; half a day minimum if he could swing it with his boss. his shoulders had always sagged a bit with relief whenever hob had told him yes and refused to make him feel bad for missing the time- even insisting on paying him for the day as though he'd been there. it shouldn't come as a surprise to livvy that he'd remembered her birthday.

still, the sight of the cake, lopsided and over-frosted, leaves something aching in her chest. it's so clearly got love baked into it's very atoms and she can see that even from where she sits. her eyes water and she quickly swipes them away with the back of her hand- she'd hate for him to think the tears signal disappointment. she turns from the cake and to hob, little arms circling his middle in what could be called a death grip, her face buried in the fabric of his shirt.

she loves it.