#sinncrsx

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Maggie watched as he moved further into her beach house, silence filling the air except for the sound of his shoes squeaking on the hardwood floors beneath him. She could tell from the moment that she opened the door that something was off, but this was beginning to scare her. The way he moved and gripped his dripping coat between his hands, lest her feeling as if he was unable to hold his composure. This wasn't a social call by any means, something was seriously wrong. "Rhys," she said his name, voice soft, before asking him again, "What is going on?" But the words that came from his lips were far from what she was expecting. Her eyes widened, but she remained silent. What was she supposed to say to that? There was no way. Or, maybe there was. In this town, anything was possible. His next statement gave way for her to assist in some way. Her feet quickly carried her toward her liquor cabinet, ignoring the wine bottle on her counter. They would need something much stronger than that for this situation. She pulled open the cabinet, well stocked and barely touched, and fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle of bourbon. She pulled it from the cabinet and grabbed two glasses, placing them both on the island in her kitchen. Two glasses were poured and she slid one over to him, offering him not only a drink but the space to talk. "Tell me why you think that. What happened? Did someone give you some sort of information? Did you see something?"

He all but stumbled through the door once Maggie had opened it wider, the warmth of her home a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. Rhys shook his wet jacket from his shoulders, bunching it into his fist as he paced back and forth for a silent moment. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every movement, waiting for an answer from him. But his mind was still scrambled, still trying to wrap his head around what he had heard, and what it could mean. He wasn't sure if it would change everything, or nothing at all...

"I think my father may have been murdered." Rhys blurted out, rather breathlessly as if he had been holding the words in. Truthfully, he didn't feel much better once he had confessed, his eyes wide and seeking hers for some kind of solution. "Have you got any alcohol?" of course she did, he could see a half empty bottle in the kitchen from the corner of his eye. But he needed Maggie to offer for him to stay, for them to drink and talk, and drink. Fuck, Rhys needed a drink.

[blackboxwcrning]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @sinncrsx FT. ALEJANDRO & MIA

the man worked hard. he always had because well, he if were being honest, the last thing he wanted to do was let his parents down. they put him through school, cheered him on when they could, and supported his dreams. so, it was no surprise that he was working late, as he normally did. tonight like most nights, he had assumed everyone was gone but when mia walked in, he was proven wrong. he sat up, clearing his throat. "mia," he started, "it's a friday night and you're still here? surely you have better things to do and a boyfriend to enjoy your night with." whether she was dating someone or not was truly none of his business but he couldn't help but want to find out, especially with the chemistry he felt between the two of them.

[dcrklighters]

closed starter for @sinncrsx (ozan bulut x aiyla demirci)

Jealousy was something that Ozan had felt multiple times, especially when it came to Aiyla. They'd been in each other's lives, as friends, for long enough to see her with other men, to have to act like he was okay with whoever she would choose to spend her life with. Today felt different though. He'd seen her with Drew before; which shouldn't mean anything and he knew that. They were exes but he also knew that they were friends after that. What was different this time though, was that they'd been something for the past few weeks. Back then, Ozan had never thought that Aiyla would ever want him, but now he knew that she did. He had too much to lose now that he knew that. Ozan had seen Aiyla and Drew sharing a coffee only a couple days before and tonight, the two of them had been out for drinks at a bar and had ran into Drew. Technically, Drew was also Ozan's friend as well, so Ozan hoped that he'd been able to mask his annoyance every time that the other man and Aiyla laughed together.

There was something off between the two of them after Drew left, almost as if he'd been the one keeping the conversation going. Ozan was aware that he was probably to blame, there was just too much in his mind. He had to get his shit together though. Ozan knew that. This was unacceptable. Technically, Aiyla could do whatever she wanted. They weren't officially together. Or where they? Who even knew? Ozan hadn't even looked at anyone since they'd kissed that night. He'd been pining after her for years before then, so he wasn't surprised. But he didn't know where Aiyla stood. They spent so much time together but had yet to say how they felt out loud. Ozan worried it was too soon, so he'd chose to wait. He didn't know if that was a good idea anymore. Ozan finished his beer and looked back at Aiyla, gesturing towards the exit, hoping to find the right words to say what was on his mind on their way back home. "You wanna head out? If I remember correctly you have work tomorrow, right?"

[brckenknlght]

@sinncrsx

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MV

[divxrgentx]

The storm that raged outside of her home matched the thoughts that were in her head. Her life since returning to Wilmington had been anything but calm. From doing her best to find a space for her office, her growing list of clients, and the never ending list of reunions that moving home had brought, her life was far from coming to a standstill. Not to mention, the deaths that seemed to be popping up all over town. She was on edge and the half empty bottle of Cabernet that rested on her kitchen counter was a clear sign of that. Files stacked before her, shoved away in what could only be described as disgust stared at her from where they sat - ignored. She couldn't find the head space for them, not right now. She would deal with them tomorrow, she thought to herself, when she had rested and reset. Glass in hand, she began to move toward the couch to unwind when she was interrupted by the sound of a knock on her front door. Eyebrows stitched together in confusion, she wasn't expecting anyone especially in this weather. She places her glass on the side table and moves toward her door, feeling a bit hesitant but somewhat drawn to whoever was on the other side. She pulls the door open slowly, eyes peeking around the corner first before opening it fully once she realized who stood on the other side. Rhys. She opens her mouth to question him, to figure out why he of all people was gracing her doorstep, but he cuts her off. He all but begs to be let in and she, despite her unsettled mind's protest, opens the door further for him. For all their differences, she couldn't turn him away. Too much of her heart still cared for him. "What's going on?" she asks, concern lacing her tone.

FROM: Rhys Bradley

TO: Maggie Kennedy @divxrgentx

WHERE: Maggie's house

Rhys squinted down at the crumpled napkin in his hand, the heavy rain making it even more difficult to make out if it was a 3 or an 8. It was a 50/50 chance as his head turned from left to right, trying to figure out which house could be hers. Somehow in that brief second, the rain grew angrier and Rhys had to make a quick decision - number 8.

He darted up the path, eager to get out of the rain but equally as eager to feel the tension release from his chest. His knuckles knocked upon the door, the palm of his other hand moving to rest against the wall beside the door. It wasn't until he had stopped when he realised just how heavy he had been breathing and how tight his chest had become.

"Oh thank god." Rhys heavily sighed the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. The door opened and his head dipped down briefly in relief. "Can I come in?" his eyes pleaded deeply. "I need to talk to someone - please." Maggie had every right to turn him away for his abrupt appearance, but she had left her address for a reason. She had wanted him to come.