#dxsole

[troublesomecousin]

@dxsole 💬 starter for EVGENI

How long had it been now since they'd reconnected? Since that chance encounter on the street when Kevin had thought he had seen a ghost...a couple weeks at least, though Kevin couldn't remember exactly how many. The passage of time had always been a hard thing for him to grasp. He had figured it was the effect of the pills, but it would seem that this particular quirk was just a side effect of whatever was going on in his brain naturally. However long it had been, this time with Evgeni had started to make him feel more like...well, just feel more in general. It made him want to share things that until previously he kept well out of reach of anyone but himself.

And even he was on thin ice.

It was late, the two of them lounging on the couch not doing very much at all, which Kevin was finding he actually quite enjoyed. The weight of the other resting on him was soothing, but not quite so much that Kevin could maintain the cozy silence forever. "So...I've been reading about intergenerational curses."

[hunt-the-hare]

@dxsole | cont.

                Kamden    sighs    like    a    teenager    being    told    what    to    do.    He    never    really    did    grow    up.

                "    It    was    just    a    bar    fight,    I'm    fine,    Philo.    "    Head    tilts    as    he    looks    at    the    taller    man,    his    own    shoulders    slumped.    Kamden    sports    a    few    bruises,    a    bloody    nose,    his    cheek    bleeding    from    a    small    split    in    his    skin    where    he    caught    someone's    elbow.    He's    no    Philo    in    a    fight,    but    he    can    hold    his    own.

                It's    now    that    he    admits    defeat,    though    not    verbally.    Kam    moves    to    the    kitchen    table,    shoes    still    on,    black    denim    vet    remains    on    his    shoulders.

                "    Fine,    you    probably    know    what    you're    doing    more    than    I    do    anyways.    "

[escapedartgeek]

@dxsole

[x]

It was a day was Zora was able to get up and get into their morning routine with relative easy. Guess it works out well when they actually get some good sleep now and then. They'd have to try that a little bt more often.

They were sipping on a mug of something cozy when they spotted Setau coming in, offering him a slight smile.

"I can believe that. The cost of following inspiration a little longer than suggested yeah? ... I've got something warm that will at least help wake you up a little bit more going. "

[mcneyhoney]

get your brits out

" we're all on th'yokes an' s'startin'a be a good night out, they forgo' bout th'time i said suim like brits out. "

@dxsole

[vitalphenomena]

@dxsole // lawrence // x

HARRIS TRIES TO KEEP HIS COOL. As formidable of a reputation as the Harris-Hayes coven has, Lawrence doesn't seem to give a fuck, for one thing. For another, this isn't Harris's territory. There are certain rules one must abide by.

"And what does that make you, then?"

"You're goin' through fuckin'—paper products like some kind of fuckin' pansy. You're not capable of anything real."

[bruisedconscience]

more time than they bargained for - evgeni & aaron

[parvumchao]

"Guess who has two thumbs and knows a great next score? Spoiler alert: It's ME."

( @dxsole liked & bullet's here to brighten buck's day )

[carnalphenomena]

@dxsole // lawrence said: [ SPIT ]

That's usually Adrien's move, you know. But Adrien is so giddy to have it done back to him—by Lawrence of all people—that he just forms a closed-mouthed smile and swallows thickly, making a little show of it. Look, daddy? I love your spit.

Adrien goes to swipe Lawrence's glasses from his face, throw them onto the bedside table. He doesn't care if they break. They can both easily afford another pair. (He doesn't understand the significance of those specific glasses.)

He leans in close, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingled.

And Adrien grabs Lawrence's cheeks, squeezing his mouth open.

And Adrien spits back into Lawrence's mouth, then forces his lips together.

<<Swallow, good boy, you can do it.>>

[mctcrcity]

@dxsole // continued from╰┈➤ˎˊ˗  here!

fallon will. not. laugh. in. his. face.

she means it! she really does!

okay. she draws in a breath through her nostrils that’s a touch sharp.

the atmosphere of the gym, and donny’s disposition, is serious enough that she remains mostly sober, though. part of her is pleasantly surprised that he is crafty enough to turn to foundation in times like this. the majority of her is wondering why he didn’t try washing.

fallon’s quiet as she looks to the other side of the bathroom door. there’s a first aid kit bolted to the wall, lucky for them. how, when and, why? are at the front of her mind while she digs through the absolute disaster of band-aids and pill packets for an alcohol wipe.

it’s not ‘til she’s ripping open a wipe that fallon speaks.

“so where did you fall asleep? i thought you were usually, like, too amped to do that.”

[troublesomecousin]

🎶 // for the lads!!

@dxsole

23 - Lawrence

Waiting, I'm waiting Might start complaining This quarter-life crisisIs not entertaining to me

In Your Arms - Stereophonic Original Cast Recording

You can tell me that you love someone else You can tell me I'm not kiddin' myself But we were laughing, you and I As we stared up at the sky And I lay in your arms

Someday - The Strokes

You say you wanna stay by my side Darling, your head's not right I see, alone we stand, together we fall apart Yeah, I think I'll be alright

[hunt-the-hare]

@dxsole asked: Mikail immediately shakes his head— he can't deal with sad women. They pout and their eyes get all glassy and he falls to pieces. "No, no, no cry. I won't allow it." He's already sliding over some tater tots he got from the gas station. "You eat. Feel better. Tell Father Mikail what is bothering you. Put a smile on your face." Index fingers slide across his own mouth as it curves into a wide grin. "See? I am very trustworthy." send me memes !!

                Holly    tends    to    bow    her    head    when    she    cries.    It    is    exactly    because    of    that,    she    doesnt    want    to    pout    at    anyone,    she    doesn't    want    to    show    her    glassy    eyes    and    tear    stained    cheeks,    her    makeup    becoming    messy,    and    then    she's    embarrased    all    over    again.    As    if    the    crying    wasn't    enough.    The    girl    hates    to    show    her    weakness,    put    it    on    display    for    everyone    to    see.    As    if    it    wasn't    fucking    obvious    already.

                Tots    are    shoved    in    her    direction.    Holly    isn't    hungry,    but    being    rude    isn't    in    her    nature.    Lithe    fingers    tentatively    reach    for    them    as    she    takes    one.    Holly    does    not    eat    it,    however,    she    merely    palms    it    and    contiues    to    keep    her    head    low.

                "    I    don't-    "    She    inhales,    breath    catching    in    her    throat.    "    I    don't    want    to    bother    you,    Father.    I'm    sorry.    "

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@dxsole

[x]

Saima had been glad to help with 85's efforts. It had been a while since they took such a deep dive into someone's individual case in such a way. And it had been interesting to pour over the different documents that might lead one way or another.

So when they had apparently encountered the 'wife' that this man had been looking for so easily, it was enough for them to have a solid pause.

One that apparently 85 shared.

"Right. It doesn't make sense for him to have this whole dossier and her to be .. right there. It's all too clear that there's a lot of fabrication going on. And very skilled .. efforts at that. It's just a matter of what details might.. give us an idea of where to go further from here. "

[id1elust]

@dxsole / continued from here.

Blaire lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her skin gleaming in the low light of the room. She relished the power she held in moments like this, the way Waylon's gaze roamed over her body, his need evident in the way he bit his lip.

“Do you really have to ask?” she retorted, arching an eyebrow and giving him a teasing smirk as she twists. The teasing was half-hearted, though; inside, she felt a fire igniting—a hunger that demanded satisfaction. She loved the way he played with her, how he coaxed her with his fingers earlier, whispering those wicked little threats that only served to stoke the flames of her desire, but she wouldn't tell him that - god knows what that would do to his ego.

He pressed against her, the tip of his cock just barely nudging at her entrance, and she could feel the warm desire pooling within her. “You know what I want,” she said, her voice sultry yet laced with that familiar edge. “Quit playing games, Waylon.”

[escapedartgeek]

@dxsole

[x]

This certainly was a whole lot. Zora had knew there was definitely risks that came with the territory. But actually being in the middle of all this.. most people would be scared. Perhaps they should be scared too.. but as they folded out of the line of fire - Z only wishes that they could add their little peculiarities to this mess.

It's probably for the best that they don't. There's already a lot happening in this scene.

"Hey.. I'll manage. I know you didn't mean to. It's.. I'll manage." They mutter softly, if they could shrug they would. They covered their mouth to keep from laughing at Aquila's piping up.

Very valid question. But hey. it's bonding.. or something.

Despite the nerves that Zora is feeling, they are listening.. listening, figuring out what's going to happen next under such short notice.

As the car is suddenly spun, Z can't help but let out the scream along with everyone else in that moment. But hey, it's cathartic make a little bit of noise in this chaos.

[doyl1st]

CSI Prompts // Still Accepting @dxsole said: "The average American hotel room is covered with stains invisible to the naked eye."

A round chin bottoms out, its accompanying cheeks creasing in a grimace as deeply set as possible. There's a sound echoing in the back of Isaac's throat, too. It's something between a gag and a cough. The detective is utterly disgusted, and he makes no attempt to hide his repulsion.

This isn't news to him, of course. Isaac is an adult, and he knows that people will do as they do. A combination of luminol and ultraviolet light has also ensured that he won't soon forget it. Still, though, being reminded of such a fun little fact as he's all but forced to stay in such a filthy place is no less displeasing.

"I swear to God. I swear to fucking God." Isaac cuts himself off. If he continues, he's surely going to scream.

[troublesomecousin]

@dxsole

His nose twitches, filled with the scent of disturbed earth and blood. Normally, he was the only thing that stalked this patch of land. Well, the only thing that would result in the scent of spilled human blood anyway if he was having a rough night. But it wasn't just entrails and dirt that he caught on the on the wind. It was so unusual that Kevin nearly didn't believe his senses, but surely his nose wouldn't lie?

So he follows the trail, focusing on the scent of blood to distract him from the familiar scent that made he stomach churn with anxiety. Down a secluded alley, he finds the scene, footsteps silent as he approached, every sense focused on the creature that hovered over what Kevin could only assume was someone with incredibly bad luck. But that was hardly the most interesting aspect. The face was obscured by the darkness and had changed with age, but he knew it still.

Kevin stops a few feet away, a comfortable distance just in case this reunion turned sour, and given how things had ended, sourness would be expected. And well, the guy was standing over a corpse, so best not to mess with that too closely until he could suss out exactly what was going on.

"Evgeni...? What the fuck are you doing?"