— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂.

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐗.

❛ ex-forensic scientist.
owns a small ranch.
american. hopeless
romantic. uncle. harsh
exterior. soft interior. ❜

written by #єємѕ

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

⌗

opening is his eyes, ike has no idea
whose bed he’s laying in. a frown
coating his brows as he tries to
remember the events of the night
before. his mind ends up empty.

maybe ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ) can tell him how
he ended up here ? in their bed ?

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

he’s probably a tad late, but… walking up onto her property nonetheless.

[‍‍ ‍ ˗ˏˋ 𝒄𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝒅𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 @honeystillness]

come for an egg hunt at the farm, it's all set up .ᐟ

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

https://t.co/oC1znBZ7pD

i miss writing so much but have no idea how and where to get/come back 🥺😔

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

⌗

a unique sight :

ike enjoying a nice day out at the lake.

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

That looks very nice.

[‍‍ ‍ ˗ˏˋ 𝒄𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝒅𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 @honeystillness]

⠀

easter morning . . . ⠀

⠀

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

hm, all the festivities are making him want to stay inside.

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

⌗

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

https://t.co/oC1znBZFfb

come write with my soft daddy davi. he needs love 🫶🏼

[— 𝓑𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝑮𝑼𝑵. @ofmxderntimcs]

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀.

❛ born in brazil. military
veteran. bookstore
owner. divorced.
father of twins. ❜

written by #єємѕ

[— 𝓑𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝑮𝑼𝑵. @ofmxderntimcs]

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀.

❛ born in brazil. military
veteran. bookstore
owner. divorced.
father of twins. ❜

written by #єємѕ

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

with all the rain and windy days, he supposes so.

[‍‍ ‍ ˗ˏˋ 𝒄𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝒅𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 @honeystillness]

summer is just about over now, ain't it 𖤠

[— 𝓑𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝑮𝑼𝑵. @ofmxderntimcs]

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀.

❛ born in brazil. military
veteran. woodshop
owner. divorced.
father of twins. ❜

written by #єємѕ

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

with most people at work already, not many bat an eye at the two. also because it’s not strange for them to be together. ike’s often at the moore residence and knows the family well.

still, today’s reason is much different.

“where d’you wanna go?”

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

after taking a quick toilet break and splashing his face with water, ike nods and puts his cowboy hat back on his hat. his hair’s a mess.

“i’m ready. let’s go.”

it’s a nice day out. not too hot and a slight breeze. perfect for a day after apparently drinking one’s head off._

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

thinking for a brief moment, ike gestures his head outside.

“let’s get breakfast, my treat.”

though he wonders what people will say if they see the two together, he just pushes the thought to the back of his mind and gathers his belongings.

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

watching her take the tablets, a brow raises in mock-offence at her comment about his age.

with a small smile on his lips and a shake of his head, he slips off the bed again. this time grabbing his jeans and putting them on. feels safer, that way.

“starvin’.”

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

moment, the man takes out his wallet, and then a few painkillers from out of it.

offering it to ashley as he sits on the mattress again.

“d’you think i have a death wish? no thanks… he won’t hear a single thing.”

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

noticing the sadness in her features, ike sighs to himself. scolding himself for letting this happen and putting her in such an uncomfortable position.

looking at the ground, where his jeans were discarded, he slowly slips from underneath the sheets and picks them up. after a_

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

after… apparently not so much.

looking over at the young woman, ike raised a brow.

“you take any painkillers, yet? you look like you could use ‘em.”

[— 𝓘𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂. @offorensicarts]

yeah, maybe she was right… maybe nothing happened, but deep down, the man didn’t believe that. and he hated himself for it. how could he? his friend’s daughter…

“was a bad idea to get your daddy’s liquor.”

before that, he’d been sober enough to know what he was doing._