☘️ "Blood runs thicker than secrets."
— Trinity Ashby | Sons of Anarchy RP
— Independent • Gritty • Mature Themes (18+)
— Open to Canon, AUs, & Crossovers
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That’s a heavy thing to carry.
I’m sorry about your friends. Truly. Loss like that doesn’t just… leave. It stays with you, even when the world keeps movin’ on like nothin’ happened.
I’m here if ye want to talk more. Or if ye just need someone to sit with it for a bit.
Ye look like someone’s been holdin’ onto a lot for a long time.
I’m Trinity. Don’t know your story… but I know that look.
Ye don’t have to talk. But if ye ever want to, I’m here.
@anxietyjensn
Mornin’ from Charming.
Coffee’s strong, thoughts are louder.
Still gettin’ used to this place… and everythin’ that comes with it.
Anyone else awake and feelin’ the weight of it all? I’m listenin’.
♡⃕ for short interaction.
↫for long interaction.
ᴰᴹ to plot.
@BelfastKill “I’m not askin’ for every detail. Just… don’t shut me out, Killian. We’re in this together. Whatever ‘this’ ends up bein’.” She held his gaze, voice soft but steady.
“Talk to me. Even if it’s only a little.”
Starter for @BelfastKill
The motel room on the edge of Charming was quiet except for the rain tapping against the window. A single lamp threw weak yellow light across the worn carpet and the half-empty takeaway containers on the table. ~
@BelfastKill “You’ve been somewhere else in your head since we arrived. I can tell. You’ve got that same look you get when you’re carryin’ somethin’ you’re not ready to put down.” She stood and walked over, stopping a couple of feet from him.~
📲 Liam.
💬 Callum’s on the move.
💬 ETA’s lookin’ like later tonight, maybe early hours if the roads stay clear.
💬 He’s bringin’ what he can.
We’ll have every bit of SAMBEL strength we need once he’s here.
💬 I’ll keep ye posted the second I hear more. Stay sharp.
📲 : {@IrishTeller_ }
⠀ 💬 : trinity what’s the word on callum’s ETA to charming ??
⠀ 💬 : we need every bit of SAMBEL strength on the ground right now .
⠀ 💬 : keep me posted.
Anyone breathes too loud near our line, they won’t take another one. I’ll see to it.
I’ll be at the crossroads.
Won’t be late.
Should we call @KingOfTheDocks in on this, or do we keep it tighter for now?
Patience isn’t hesitation. I know the difference.
Jackson can cling to that gavel all he likes.
Wood doesn’t stop what’s comin’. Neither will his little kingdom of ghosts.
I’m done waitin’ in the shadows too.
Killian’s got the numbers. Cathal’s got the match. ~
And I’m ready to be the steel.
Before dawn. No bikes. No leather. Just silence and the work.
Fog rolls in tonight... thick enough to hide whatever needs hidin’.
Perimeter stays locked. ~
That look isn’t about petrol bombs.
There’s nothin’ goin’ on with me and Callum.
Nothin’ to spit out. Nothin’ for ye to be the last ghost about. Cathal and Liam can keep squintin’ at each other all they like.
I’m still your sister. He’s still brother-in-arms. ~
@IrishTeller_@BelfastGhost_ If there’s something going on with me sister and our brother-in-arms, stop whispering like schoolgirls and spit it out. I don't like being the last ghost to know what's happening in me own house.
We move like shadows.
Until it’s time not to.
Check-in’s tonight.
If it goes sideways before then, I’ll light it up first.
You won’t have to come riding alone.
Nothin’ swallows us.
Not here. Not ever.
Liam.
Postcard on the surface. Teeth underneath.
I see it clear as day.
SAMCRO can keep their blacktop.
We’re not here to ask permission.
Hands on the grips. Mind on the exit.
I’ll remind Killian and Cathal, no slip-ups, no noise until we decide there is. ~
As for the next move…
We choke the lookouts first. Quiet. Clean.
No alarms. No warning.
Let them wake up already bleeding and realise the doors were never locked against us.
Then we decide how loud the rest of it gets. I’m with ye.
Tell me when.
Liam.
I hear every word.
Rotten wood or not, their secrets are already out.
Chapel votes and gavels mean nothin’ when the storm’s already at the door.
Killian’s got the numbers.
Cathal’s ready with the match.
And I’ll be the iron when the order comes — no hesitation. ~
We’re taking back what’s ours, piece by bloody piece. Tell me, what’s our next move on the perimeter ?? Do we trip their alarms to rattle Jackson’s boys, or do we choke out their lookouts quietly before they even know the doors are breached??
Jackson can sit on that throne of dust all he likes.
We didn’t cross an ocean to watch him play king.
Perimeter stays tight. Eyes open. Ears sharper.
No SAMCRO filth crosses our line, I’ll make sure of it.