𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙.

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[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

† ⸻ ❝Sin must be exposed so it may be absolved.❞

› ғᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ 𝟻 ʀᴘ. | ᴍᴠ.
› ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. |
› ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. | ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ.
› ²¹+ ᴍᴅɴɪ |

[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

i smell heartbreak on my hands.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

+ clearly pulsing right above his brow. Like he was trying to keep the rage in check but barely.

Just barely.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

He hadn't heard about this. Wasn't like he pulled out his binoculars to peer over at his sign often. He just enjoyed seeing it when he was in his plane, reminding him of how far he'd come in life.

He'd /not/ put it there to be mocked!

"...you did /what/?" There was a vein +

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

+ would be to bring you to my chair and have you confessing your sins?"

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

Ew. How dare. Not even his own brothers are allowed to call him Johnny of all things.

The scowl distracts from his good looks, but there's a menacing glint to his eyes that dare her to push.

"Scared of you?" He snorts. "Do you know how easy you are to track and how easy it +

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

+ his.

Up into his arms she goes, he doesn't even question it this time. She's close, wet, and he's feeling rather playful beneath the stars.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

In what could only be described as a sassy murmur, he retorts, "And what if I want that, huh?"

He would. Would hate the look others would give her—it was for his eyes only, only because he was possessive. But she knew what she was getting involved in when said she wanted to be +

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

Narrows eyes a little.

This smells like a trap.

"Are you /really/ interested?"

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

+ just what their sin is.

The smirk on John's face is a dangerous one. The glint in his eyes is something they'd seen before, down near the river's edge; back when he'd tried to baptise them and the whole congregation belonging to Pastor Jerome.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

"Is that a threat, Dakota?"

There's electricity in the air as two unstoppable forces stare each other down.

There's respect there. That had never changed. He also really, really wanted to slam them into a chair and pull out the tattoo gun. Let God guide his hand in revealing +

[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

eyes like a car crash —— i know i shouldn’t look but i can’t turn away.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

+ advise that you get washed before we dine."

Was he insinuating something? Who knows with him. He's always mildly insulting and he enjoyed the nicer things in life; rough and ready just wasn't for him. She lived wild out there, but under his roof they would try to be civilised.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

It was all fun and games until the bear would need feeding; there was no way John was going anywhere near Cheeseburger. He could respect the tank of a creature, from afar.

With a soft snort he moves over towards the door once more indicating across from her room.

"Bathroom. I +

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

+ that the outcome wouldn't be detrimental to her own health.

Or worse, she didn't actually care about herself.

He held power here. Power in knowing what she liked, and what she wanted from him. And more so, what she could gain from surrendering up control.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

"Do you know that, or do you /hope/ for that? The closer we get to each other, the less the barrier is around us keeping the darkness at bay."

He means it literally and figuratively. Truth was, Valora was dangerously close to sticking her hand inside a hornets nest, hoping +

[FAITH @edensbIiss]

“ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰
𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝙛 𝙖 𝙞 𝙩 𝙝 . ”

• #FCRP // #FC5RP •

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[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

few sons are like their fathers —— most are worse, few better.

[𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙. @CleansingSins]

He's /this/ close to launching himself across the table like a beast and throttling him.

Smug grin.

He loves him though, go figure.

"Oh? What else do you want to cheat at? Scrabble? Charades? Monopoly?" God, let it not be the latter. There might be a murder in the family.

[--𝕭𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 🐦‍⬛ @Cha0sIsALadder]

An amused chuckle follows. "And here I thought you're good at reading people's faces, considering your job."

No, he's really not cheating. He's just good at reading John's own face.

"Wanna play something else then? I bet you'd always think I cheat.

You little sore loser~"