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[loielic]

classes have started up and i'm swamped with studies and trying to be an adult but i will try to get to things this weekend hopefully! i miss my baby boy and writing him.

[loielic]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[loielic]

(nourish)

symbol meme starters. ( accepting. )

   a new member of the gang with an ounce of english to help him get by with the others and yet somehow the skinny, young mexican failed to ask for seconds when it came to meal time. javier wasn’t one who wanted to seem like a burden and with how much pearson fussed about rationing and weight pulling, he didn’t feel like stirring up the conversation about him being another leech without a purpose. so, javier would still starve throughout the night and until next meal time, usually being in the evening. but it all changes the day hosea comes to sit down at the table with him, unreadable for an old man but oddly intimidating with his aura. he radiated not murder ( although it was underlying ) but wisdom and care. what a very scary, scary thing for javier escuella. the second hosea speaks about javier being finished first all the time, the younger becomes a tad bit bashful and drops his eyes, not bothering to comment on why. he can feel the man’s eyes still locked on him and when he moves, javier watches him curiously.

   he doesn’t expect hosea to get up and make a complaint about why escuella was only eating once a day. nor did he expect him to fuss about javier’s currently undernourished state and how he wouldn’t be able to contribute unless he got his strength up. it’s an act of kindness which seems more shocking than it really was in reality. he can barely form any english when hosea returns with two bowl fulls of stew, some apples and water, nudging them forward in his direction. ❛i…i don’t know what to say..gra–thank you.❜ don’t say anything, just eat comes hosea’s reply before he remarks about teaching javier how to fish, as a means to contribute not only to the gang but for himself as well.

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❝ you know, i heard it all. from hosea's head gettin' stuck in a noose to sean tryna steal dutch's horse right under the man's nose. but there's one thing i'm still wonderin'. what happened there, brother? ❞ /he's pointing at javi's neck tell hiM ABOUT your scar boah!!

  the night was still and quiet like always, especially when javier got caught up in his thoughts. he didn’t anyone would be awake and if so, they probably wouldn’t join him by the fire during his moment of near undressed– in a state of dishevel and unkempt. escuella values his appearance far more than most would think, so his guard is completely down. fingers drag away a red, silken necktie, his last garment of upper body clothing before its tossed on the chair so he can slide the hair tie free. that’s when he hears the jingle of spurs and movement behind him, and though javier knows who’s bold enough to join, he still glares over his shoulder to make sure it’s arthur morgan. they don’t make eye contact ( thank god ) due to his hair framing his cheekbones but he feels…exposed so suddenly. the fire illuminates those scars on his back, showing all his struggle, all the fights and near losses just to live in a world where he wasn’t wanted. funny, he thinks, that had he not fought then none of what he has now would exist. ❛and here i assumed you were staying at the hotel in rhodes.❜

   coyote grin spreads a mile once he finally turns around to face the older outlaw who’s shockingly closer to him than he previously thought. he says nothing as arthur mutter something about too much civilization and takes a seat, hand slicking damp strands from his forehead. normally he’d rush putting a shirt on and looking fancy, not a button missed nor a hair out of place, but he catches something that makes his heart jolt disgustingly hard. morgan’s eyes are locked on his neck in a way that looks more like confusion than judgement. javier swallows, dark eyes glaring dangerously despite his silence. he assumes the other will say something stupid. some fucked up sense of humor that wouldn’t be shared between them this time. however, it’s the opposite and his expression drastically changes into vulnerability. his scar represents why he cannot give a half of himself, why he’s even here in the first place. it’s a reminder that while those who love him are taken away, he’s also selfish enough to be taken away from them in a means of protection.

    ❛loyalty and love, amigo. you think they’re two different meanings because they don’t have much in common. but you throw trust in the middle and you find yourself doing all kind of things for that person.❜ he pauses momentarily to inhale, lifting a finger to drag it across the scar in a slicing manner. ❛i can still hear her screams when he did it, you know. i thought– i was willing to die for her, that’s all i know. he wasn’t an easy opponent but i managed to kill him in the end. after all, i couldn’t fucking die like a fucking coward that he thought i was. it was stupid to kill a powerful man, especially someone with military ties, but i didn’t think. all i knew is i loved her and she was worth dying for.❜

   javier chuckles humorously and grabs the necktie from his lap, motioning to it. ❛when i woke up, she was gone. had dropped me off at some medical station used to heal revolutionaries. no letter, no goodbye, not a word. i guess she thought i wasn’t going to make it after losing so much blood but i did. anyway, after that i fled to america to keep my family safe. after murdering an ex-general, they placed a huge bounty on my head that even made it over the border. had dutch not found me, i’d have starved to death. talk about a funny ending to my life, eh ?❜ he goes into a momentary silence as those memories strike him fresh and deep, before admitting something he hasn’t shared with anyone. ❛i hide my neck so no one see it. anything high-collar or neckties, i can’t see myself without it or else i feel exposed. bare to the world for all to see and that makes me a very…defensive, dangerous man. i don’t like being vulnerable and weak.❜

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symbol meme starters. ( accepting. )

   guns blazing and bullets bouncing off the wood of some shitty cabin that arthur and javier managed to take shelter inside before the o’driscols put a round between their eyes, things can be noted that hunting didn’t go as planned. the morning had started off casual; arthur protesting that hunting with javier was either gonna be funny or he’d see the mexican get eaten by a bear ( the latter being his preferred ) much to javier’s grumpy curses. he’s not a morning person and the jokes were met with glares from beneath the brim of his hat as they rode away from horseshoe and into the woods. he has to admit, arthur’s teachings were hilarious, especially when he tried to catch a deer with his bare hands and got trampled instead. point is, their morning was going well at first until they ended up shot at and forced inside a cabin. ❛what’s your plan, big guy ?❜ comes escuella’s voice over the onslaught of gunfire and glass shattering. he watches arthur’s expressions rapidly change across his face as he ponders the ideas going through his mind before eyes set ‘pon javier’s side and the blood blooming through expensive fabric.

   it’s a huge argument over javier being shot and it being a flesh wound, ending with them butting heads because arthur is telling him to go. to leave him behind and get back to camp. he’ll catch up later and all the things that escuella never wants to fucking hear coming from morgan. this isn’t a request but a command judging by the deep growl in the older man’s tone, enough to make any man cower and obey. but unfortunately for arthur, javier is one stubborn bastard who growls back about how he wasn’t leaving arthur to die. ❛damn you, escuella.❜ arthur hisses, shoving past the damned outlaw and putting some distance between them…actually a lot of fucking distance. it takes the younger a moment to catch on and when he does, out come the scoldings. ❛no, don’t you fucking dare ! arthur, be reasonable about this for one fucking second, you godda–❜

   he doesn’t get to finish his hurl of insults as arthur yells get the hell out of here and fucking charges javier like a bull. at this very moment, everything seems to slow drastically down and god knows how javier’s life flashes before his eyes along with the possibility of losing arthur should he go out the goddamn window alone. his breath is suddenly leaving his lungs like a dragon’s fire, boots scraping the wooden floor before they rise so far off the ground, he feels as if he’s flying. instinctively, he wraps arms around morgan’s neck and pull the bigger man forward as his back meets glass and wooden panes, their world tipping upside down. they both topple out the window and tumble down the steep hill, crashing through weeds and all kinds of plant-life that javier is certain will be stuck in their hair by the end of it all. finally the duo roll off another small incline and land on the muddy embankment near the river, arthur somehow managing to land on top of the mexican outlaw and groaning out muffled words the other can’t quite make out. after all, he’s dazed and winded. they both lay there for a few moments before arthur shifts and javier can sense eyes locked on his messy face, ponytail barely intact and filled with sticks and leaves. the sight is enough for arthur to snort in amusement before collapsing back onto the male’s chest with laughter. ❛you’re a goddamn brute, arthur morgan, a goddamn brute.❜ said with the faintest hint of a smile in his tone.

[loielic]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse���s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[loielic]

“Not quite made for harsh winter conditions huh?” John only considered the offer to sit for a moment before settling down. Only hesitating unsure of how likely he was to catch what had Javier so miserable, but shrugged it off. Reasoning the fact that if he hadn’t caught his death sooner he wouldn’t now once in warmer conditions, “Evidently neither am I,” he smiled a little.

At the question regarding his scars he caught himself poking at the sore skin around them, “Miserable. I feel like scatching half my face off and make it worse than it already is.”

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   javier studies him for a bit of time, taking in note of the scars to make sure they weren’t showing any signs of infection before a relieved smile spreads across his face at the sign that it was healing just fine.  ❛  when are you gonna stop making us worry about you ?  you’re like a damsel sometimes. ❜ he’s teasing, wanting to lighten the mood and get john’s mind off the itchiness of his scars. they would remain a part of his image, but javier didn’t see where it would harm his rugged charm and good looks, so no need to fret over it much.  ❛  first wolves, what next ?  a bear ?  i’m not sure i can save you from that, brother. ❜

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Swanson drunkenly: sing us a song you’re the piano man!!

Javier sitting at the campfire: this is a guitar, you dumb fuck

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morhgan :

FOLLOWING  A  LOUD  GRUNT    &    A  SNORT ,     the  man  further  bows  his  head  towards  the  fire ,    elbows  shifting  to  rest  ‘pon  his  thighs ,    face  concealed  enough ,    perhaps ,    to  hide  the  SUBTLE  GRIN  tugging  insistently  at  his  lips .     there  is  truly  little  surprise  in  the  other’s  teasing  gesture  ;     unlike  bill ,    strauss  or  pearson ,    javier  would  always  react  POSITIVELY ,     both  he    &    arthur     sharing  this  characteristic  sense  for  torment ,   mischief    &    tease  towards  those  surrounding  them     ━━━     &    while  arthur  would  display  the  trait  towards  any  kind  of  VICTIMS ,    javier’s  efforts  remain  rare  enough  for  morgan  to  read  in  it  a  show  of  special  affection    &    fondness ,    bestowed  upon  a  blessed  few .     feigning  indifference  when  the  other  speaks  again ,    morgan  lights  himself  another  cigarette ,    silently  hands  one  to  javier .          ❝     ‘ angel ’     ?     shit ,    m’   glad   i   ain’t   DEAF   jus’   so’s   i   could   hear   that   loada   bullshit .     angel …     heheh ,    gimme   a   break .     ❞

&    he’s  downright  LAUGHING     ━━━     not  too  loud ,    or  else  miss  grimshaw’ll  show  up ,    SHOTGUN  in  hand ,    threatening  them  both  to     ‘ keep  quiet    &    head  off  to  bed ,    already ’     ━━━     as  javier’s  eyes  circumvent  the  cover  of  his  hat  to  meet  his  gaze    &    make  his  point  a  second  time .          ❝     ━━━    HEY     !!!     ❞          a  hand  reaches  to  LIFT  the  brim  of  his  hat  from  his  eyes ,    casually  placing  it  atop  the  back  of  his  head  to  ensure  no  further  ATTEMPT  at  pulling  the  stunt  comes  from  the  other ,    but  the  falsely  annoyed  glare    &    grimace  ‘pon  arthur  morgan’s  features  are  nothing  more  than  a  MASK ,    as  javier  should  easily  recognize .          ❝     listen ,    smart   mouth ,    no   one ,    an’   especially   not   you’d   tol’   me   the   coffee   was   steamin’   hot .     but   if   you   wanna   go   there ,    how’s   about   that   time   you   came   strollin’   back   here   with   a   wild   boar ,    sayin’   how   pearson   could   COOK   IT   UP   for   dinner …     ‘cept   it   turned   out   y’   hadn’t   killed   it   proper   an’   it   damn   near   WRECKED   the   entire   camp     ?!     ❞          a  wide  grin ,    voice  louder  as  he  laughs  again .          ❝     brother ,    there’s   a   reason   i   don’t   go   huntin’   wit’   chu .     ❞          &    IN  TURN ,    arthur’ll  reach    &     swat  the  brim  of  javier’s  hat ,    the  sudden  gesture  seeing  the  hat  fly  from  his  head    &    land  a  few  feet  behind .

    ❛  yeah, i said it. angel, which would be me since i’m always clean and not covered in mud and blood-- i won’t even go into the time you came back looking like a ripper. ❜  his tone drops into a hissed whisper as he struggles to contain the rise in octave and wake the entire camp due to his point proving. however, the second arthur is laughing at his continuous teases, a warmth of happiness and satisfaction fills javier’s cold heart, causing a laugh to bubble out ( A BIT TOO LOUDLY ) and he’s muffling the noise into the side of arthur’s shoulder momentarily before sitting up to accept the smoke. after lighting it up, breathing out a peaceful puff of nicotine, javier had effectively assaulted morgan’s hat just so he could peer into the man’s eyes. call escuella a fool, but he does like seeing the light from the fire dance against the raging seas when arthur got into moods where he looked ten years younger. it doesn’t last long though and ‘pon his retort, javier arches his brows and leans forward.

    ❛  smart mouth, huh ?  ❜  he speaks over arthur, tone still teasing and only god knows how eager he is to hear what more arthur has to say on the matter of cleanliness. not only was javier the sharpest dressed man in the camp ( PER DRUNKEN ARTHUR’S CONSTANT REMINDER AND PRAISE ) he was also the cleanest. the battle should have been won, fair and square-- with anyone else in the camp, escuella would have been a victor. no one could match his tongue except for arthur and maybe john, but that’s a different damn story. because only arthur can bring up something he knows will spark a fire in the mexican to keep the night alive and full of friendly banters.  ❛  i cannot believe you’re willing to go that low !  and you know i can’t hunt already- oh !  and that wasn’t a normal fucking boar, it played dead the entire time i rode back. you saw that, arthur !  ai, what does that even have to do with you being a dirty ma-- ❜  off goes his hat and into the mud. or somewhere, the sudden swoop of his hat being plucked off leaving a few strands of hair sticking up atop his head and javier just sits there. dumbfounded expression and cigarette loosely dangling from his lips.  

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   it’s only been a few months since javier joined the van der linde gang and started to settle into their lifestyle. he was still struggling to understand english, an insecurity which had more than often ended up with the young mexican sitting off to himself while the rest of the gang partied and danced until they got dizzy. dutch had no issues with javier’s silence, noting that as long as he knew how to shoot a gun and where to pledge his loyalty, he would come around in due time. said due time was often never a given since majority of the gang wanted to include him in a lot of their activities-- they were more of a family than a bunch of rowdy misfits ganged together.

   a train robbery had been well tonight and thanks to arthur morgan, the score went according to plan. being partnered up with such an intimidating outlaw for the first time made escuella nervous, but somehow he made his english work enough for him to be a good partner for the older man. now they were all celebrating; nothing but hoots and hollers over dutch’s beloved phonograph playing a suddenly beautiful tune. javier vaguely looks up to see why the song changed and goes back to sharpening his knife, foot tapping subconsciously to the sweet melody.

   the moonlight bathing his skin in colors of the exotic sands from his native home was blocked by a looming figure whom he assumed was perhaps one of the men looking to get him drunk and involved, but to his surprise, it was annabelle. he blinks a few times as she kneels, the moon once again illuminating scars and dusky flesh he so often was judged for and he sets aside his knife in the grass. he understands her, but the sudden widening of his eyes could seem as if he didn’t. a dance-- perhaps javier was a lot more shy and awkward than he had previously been back home with his lover. he was a charmer, a tease and such a flirt with her, yet stripped away from all he knows and within new territory, that bold casanova is missing. when she takes his hands and pulls him to his feet, he doesn’t stop her, assuming the dancing role with ease. fingers laced with one hand, while his arm snaked around her waist respectfully.

    ❛  ah, i suppose that’s mostly my fault. ❜  they rarely had the time to meet one another because of javier’s distance he’s put between himself and his newfound companions. a timid smile finds his lips as he begins to lead her into a waltz, quite skillful in the art of dancing now that he’s participating. annabelle is polite and kind, much like dutch who’s saved him from starvation and death. the least he can do is try to warm up and make some friends.  ❛  i apologize if i uh..mess up my words or don’t understand what you’re saying, i’m still learning. ❜  he admits bashfully, twirling the young woman before sweeping back into a slow, graceful step.

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[loielic]

"You're my everything." (( more s0ft or ur weak

THREE WORDS MEME. ( ACCEPTING. )

   there’s silence on his end and for very much a good reason, not too sure he trusted his own ears and that he just heard her correctly. this could go in a bunch of directions that escuella wasn’t ready to face and being skilled in the art to dodge all sorts of conversations whenever he came up stumped on an answer, he inhales loudly and makes a face of pure boredom. ❛okay, what do you want me to do ?❜ she’s obviously wanting to ask something of him ( OR SO HE ASSUMES ) and her method is to sweet talk him so that declining her request had less of a chance. javier leans back in his chair, legs crossed at the ankles and brow arching just the slightest. ❛unless you’re drunk, which is also a very good probability for you to utter those words to me.❜

[loielic]

me: lurking on javier and not doing any replies or drafts and thinking i'm losing muse.

javier: breathes around the camp when i play rdr2

me: suddenly i have 3637383838% muse and headcanons for this guy i love him so much wow r* thank you so much for this wonderful snarky mexican outlaw i lo--

my followers: sTOP GOING TO TAHITI WTTF

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         psa:  if you ever send me a meme && i don’t answer it, it’s never because i’ve seen it && gone “oh, it’s them”. if i can’t think of a response to a meme right away, i usually keep it in my inbox, or save it to my drafts, && then wait until i get an idea to answer it. or sometimes if i just can’t think of anything at all, or a few people sent in the same one ( sentence memes ) and i can’t think of enough ways to make each unique, then i’ll just end up deleting it. but that never means i don’t want to roleplay with you, or that you can never send another meme in, or ask to thread. just so you buttercups know !!

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“Go to bed.”

THREE WORDS MEME. ( ACCEPTING. )

        ❝YOU GO TO BED.❞ his tone is obviously teasing, mixed with exhaustion that he couldn’t even deny anymore. a lazy smile forms on tanned features as he shifts to his knees next to the steadily working woman, hands reaching out to push the wash bin aside and giving her a knowing stare ( ONE SHE STUBBORNLY RETURNS ) before he curses under his breath in spanish and waves a hand dismissively. ❝don’t worry about what miss grimshaw will say later, mm? i sleep wherever i damn well please and next to WHOEVER i damn well please.❞ and there’s no lie in those statements as javier lays back next to tilly, crossing his legs at the ankles and folding his arms behind his head. ❝you should be happy, querida. i am complying to your wishes of me resting, but next time, be a bit more SPECIFIC on where.❞ talk about a little shit.

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“I’m not crying.” DID i send this cause WHEW

THREE WORDS MEME. ( ACCEPTING. )

          SHE’S LIKE A FIRE he’s drawn to, flickering and fluttering against the winds and storms that threatened to extinguish her. rare it was to see fear in her eyes, see her wandering around the shack so clueless as she searched for blankets just for him and muttered about it all just being a mess. he didn’t want her to find out about what happened in guarma, about the gunshot and torture because he knew this would be the one thing that set her off in a terrible way. ❝tilly,❞ javier calls in almost a whisper, gaze tracking her movements from the bed and then he hears the softest SOBBED inhale, followed by a sniffle. it’s a sound sharper than the knife which had graced his throat all those years ago, more painful than any torture or bullet to the leg. if he could endure all of it at once for the sake of seeing her happy and smiling, he would. calling her out only serves in DENIAL and javier rolls his eyes before pushing himself up off the bed, limping to where she stood.

       ❝shh, it’s okay, mi querida. i’m sorry about all of this..❞ his arms are hesitant and only a hand can find the small of her back in means of comfort before he gently turns her around to face him. while truth is his way, LYING in this moment will spare her heart of anymore grief and pain. surely things weren’t the same, not after losing hosea and lenny, along with morale and faith. deep down javier knows he’ll never see a life where they can both enjoy open prairies and savor freedom, music and peace. he doesn’t deserve but she does. and at the end of whatever road they reach ( EVEN IF THEIR ROADS DIVIDE ) javier will make sure she’s free and safe. ❝it’s just us, just ME. it’s okay for you to cry..i’m..i’m here for you.❞ callous thumbs brush away her tears with a foreign tenderness one never thought javier to have and when he wraps her in his arms, surely no one thought he was capable of offering security and comfort from a mere gesture. call it a hug for that moment, but for escuella, he’s MEMORIZING it– her. miss tilly jackson, his special spitfire. ❝even if we’re miles apart, years and years, never forget that i’m with you. in your heart, always.❞

[loielic]

“Are you alright?” (( kassandra? caring for javier? more liekly than u think

THREE WORDS MEME. ( ACCEPTING. )

        HE’S USUALLY ALWAYS QUIET around camp, more than likely smoking or oiling down his gun ( POLISHING HIS BOOTS IS A DAILY HABIT ) until someone said something to him. even then, his answers were soft and short, often cared further unless he felt a particular interest in the topic or was in the mood for conversation. today, he’s exhausted from a shift of being on guard and patrolling the premises of shady belle in laps and once he takes a seat, the groan he emits can be heard for miles it seems. no one questions him, no one spares him a glance because this is NORMAL for javier. smoke is whipped out, lit and by the gods he thinks the tobacco is the most soothing thing at that very moment. the very second his head tips back and his tension is exhaled out, a familiar voice sounds in his ear. ah, kassandra. the mysterious woman who always seemed to CARE about what he did and how he felt even on his best days.

         ❝mm, i’m fine, novio. thanks for asking, though.❞ he’s fond of her and it shows from the moment his lips part to speak and curve into a small, weary smile as he raises up to look at her. why she remains with the gang and choose to spend her free time around him, it’s unclear but not unwelcomed. ❝been on watch all day, me disculpo, kass. maybe tomorrow we can go out and see what saint denis has to offer.❞ even though he’s not big on POPULATION, he assumes they have quite the lavish fabrics just begging to be tailored to his form. taking another drag from his cigarette, he blows out a white cloud and arches a brow. ❝are you alright?❞

[loielic]

"what's life without a little adventure?"

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. SEND ME A 🍻+ THE QUESTION YOU WANT TO ASK MY MUSE FOR A TIPSY, DRUNKEN ( HONEST ) ANSWER. ( NOT ACCEPTING. )

        ❝I KNOW THE ANSWER to this one!❞ he’s had one too many, rum having set his guts a blazing and flared his spirits high. the question isn’t one that really sounds like it should be answered ( SOBER JAVIER WOULD HAVE LEFT IT RHETORICAL ) but the mexican is already leaning across the table to tap dutch’s hand fondly, coyote grin spread wide and eyes boyish. ❝we wouldn’t have no LIFE. who could even live without seeing what’s out there? i couldn’t imagine that.. not being here with you all, seeing all we’ve seen. all the bullshit we’ve gotten ourselves into; granted i got shot on some of them, but- BUT it was worth it in the end.❞ never did javier think that when he first joined the gang, he’d see them as a family he’d die for. surely it would all go up in flames and he’d probably end up hanged right beside them. yet even then, that would be the adventure of a lifetime and one that he would smile about until the end.