@leth9m 〔 a gentle kiss against the carotid, soft, reassuring. they can feel his pulse against their lips, an urge to 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 simmering below the surface that they pointedly ignore. 〕
i can stop, if you want.
@ARTlSTBLUES 〔 he nods, returning to cooking. it's simple and methodical and easier than dissecting the mind of the stranger who broke into his home. that he's now giving shelter to. 〕
of course. where are you from?
#𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑴𝑺 weird moment where im like. i like writing luke and driver as brothers with a *specific* writer. but im not opposed to exploring them as a romantic dynamic with *other* writers. Is That Weird?
〔 they can't help but stare at the stranger across the diner, hypervigilance at its finest. they know that tense posture and frantic movement like a mirror of their own. with a sigh, he stubs out the cigarette in an ashtray. his riding boots click on the floor as he walks over,
normally henry isn't one to eat out, but he really needed to get out of that mansion before he starts ripping the wallpaper off the walls.
knees bouncing, he carefully glances over the newspapers while finishing his breakfast.
@aurigarum 〔 the nod is barely perceptible, but luke's known his brother long enough to understand what it means. they won't push, instead ruffling his hair before returning to the task at hand, snapping on a fresh pair of gloves and grabbing a package of butterfly closures. 〕
〔 luke winces at the noise. truthfully, despite his criminal history, he's never liked causing pain, especially not to family. he gently cleans the area around the wound with a washcloth, able to really see the depth now that the blood is lessened. 〕
i'm sorry, kiddo. really.
( He makes a wounded sound — like a rescue dog being touched. Heat sits heady behind his eyes, and a tear spills down the curve of his cheek without him realising. He still can't look — the blood doesn't phase him. He just ... can't. )
They killed Shannon ...