Rightful Heir

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it

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Untitled; Undated though circa 2018

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 she could feel him. Lying there beside her. He liked keeping their room like an ice box with the fan on high, even in the winter time. He hated being hot, but he always climbed under the covers with her because he knew she loved it when they cuddled each other to sleep. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at him as he still slept. The dark hair and red beard. His licks shining a beautiful golden brown, his facial hair a fire set across his features. A tame, peaceful flame. Nevertheless, it was beautiful. His face, which was normally riddled with anxiety, pain and stress, had no remnants of his worries. His forehead wrinkles, frown lines and the bags beneath his eyes were gone. This was truly her favorite time of the day, and for her, it was a rarity. Being known as a night owl, her mornings she slept away and stayed in late, so he usually woke long before her. But not today. Normally she’d have gone back to sleep, but not this time. She would cherish this moment because she of all people knew that “all good things must come to an end”. She reached a hand out to tenderly stroke his face. As her index finger trailed down his cheek, his eyes closely opened, illuminated in the light. That smile of his that she adored so much sleepily stretched across his lips as he stretched before whispering a name. It wasn’t hers. Her own smile faded and before she could speak, everything faded out.

She’d woken up. She was back in her room, laying beside her sleeping little one. Reality slowly began to set back in. A soft sigh left her as she wrapped her arms around her baby girl, holding her tight. She had to remind herself that some old sayings could be changed. Because only “some good things must come to an end”. She at least still had one she could count on.

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it

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Untitled; Undated

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 when she’d have a problem was keep it to herself and just kind of mark it down in her mind. Dog-eared the incident and tucked it away in her mental file box for when she had a flare-up and would bring things you’d have done “wrong” in the past, even though at the time it happened she’d simply smiled and said “it’s okay”. Dad was like that, too. Wouldn’t tell you what was wrong. Hell, he wouldn’t even talk to you.

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it

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Untitled; Undated

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 for love and acceptance. Constantly on the search for a place to belong. Throughout the years I’ve only ever felt that once, at least since she left. To survive, I had to become a hunter. Always on the prowl. I never felt safe, and was always on the move. After him, after everything we (had) put each other through, no one seemed to compare. It’s risky business… moving on. Or rather, trying to. I find myself getting lost in the night sky, trying to desperately to remember the stories he’d tell me. If only I could, I’d play it in my head and drown everything else out just to listen to the ghost/memory of his voice in my head.

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it

Complete the Story

Untitled; Undated

𝚃𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 “dickhead”. Sorry, scratch that. “A lovable dickhead.” “A piece of work.” But Malcolm didn’t care about others’ opinions of him. With being “principled”, it meant getting things done, and he knew this. That’s all that mattered.

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

^{Ｍａｙ　５ｔｈ，　２０２１}

Writing Prompt: "What is the best thing about being your friend?"

The best thing about being my friend? Honestly, the way my mind works, I'd go right on ahead and say there isn't anything good about being my friend but that's just the negativity talking. The most I have to offer that most people these days don't seem to is loyalty. And unconditional love. The best part about being my friend is that you'll never have to question whether or not I'll be there for you. Thick or thin, even if we hardly know each other or even if we're in an argument... you have a problem and you need me, I'm there. Once I consider you a friend, we're family. Although these days, I don't give out second chances the way I used to. I put in 200% effort, but if you do something to betray my trust... I won't think twice about dropping you. You wanna continue the friendship, go ahead but you're the one who's gonna start putting in the effort. I don't have time for toxic people in my life, you wanna redeem yourself.. that's on you. The way I am when it comes to friendships is I try to be the type of friend that I want in my life, but unfortunately 99.9% of the time I just end up disappointed because... well, that's what people are. Disappointing.

@Rightful Heir

You’ll never read this, so I don’t really care.

It’s funny I wrote this four years ago. It’s crazy how I also met you four years ago and yet, here we are. No longer friends. Wouldn’t necessarily say enemies, but we’re definitely not acquaintances, either. I really was wanting to give you that second chance. I thought once, twice.. hell, thrice about it. I cried over it. Screamed into the night air over it. Because how could I have let this happen again.. AGAIN..!

You may not want to admit what we had was mutual because it would literally tear your “perfect little marriage/world” apart.. but actions speak louder than words, babe. You can deny it till the cows come home for all I care (I don’t.). All of our friends (or, I guess my friends.. since you abandoned them all too because you know how fuckin guilty you are in, not just my eyes, but theirs too..) would be willing to back me up. know I’m not guiltless. I’m almost as guilty as you are.. almost.

I can’t help but feel sorry for you. I hope you can find it in your heart to heal what’s broken in you, and you stop projecting what you can’t fix onto others. I would strongly suggest therapy, and marriage counseling. Need to focus on your marriage and your husband and stop searching for comfort and attention elsewhere.

May you get everything you deserve in this life. Do some soul searching and some work on yourself, and you’ll find your life will start to improve. Change is very beneficial, because once you stop you’ll just be stuck in that same spot of your life and never improve. You’re never too old for change.. maybe in the next life we may be friends again..: annd maybe in the next life you’ll actually appreciate what you have before you lose it.

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

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___________________________________ •• ━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━ •• 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 @Vicier • 𝙴𝚣𝚛𝚊 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚖 • 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚔 •• ━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━ •• ​𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝙴𝚣𝚛𝚊 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚖 •• ━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━ •• •• ━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━ •• ​𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗​​​​​ 𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 • 𝙴𝚣𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛 (𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝)​​ •• ━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━ •• 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜​​​​​ ".. 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎.. 𝙴𝚜𝚍𝚛𝚊.." • "..𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.. 𝙴𝚣𝚛𝚊.." "𝙼𝚒𝚘" • "𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎" •• ━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━ •• ___________________________________

•• ━━━━━━━━━━━ ☕︎ • ✉︎ ━━━━━━━━━━━ •• After having made himself scarce and busied himself upstairs drawing up some new traditional tattoo draw-ups for his portfolio, he'd waited till he'd received an 'all-clear' message from Erin to even start on the bacon, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich he had promised to make her. It was a good thing the walls of his tattoo parlor downstairs were soundproof; otherwise he'd demand that Erin pay for his therapy after gods only knew what went on down there while he was gone. With the reassurance that things had been kept to the tattoo chair where Tyler was promptly passed out in clothed, thank the gods, Ezra simply gave her a look before pulling all the supplies he needed to start on his si— no; his forearm tattoo. Ezra hadn't bothered to wake Tyler from his deep slumber while he inked his arm, giving himself and Erin time to spill some metaphorical tea and discuss where things would be going for the two lovebirds from here. If the two had even discussed it, or had just... gotten down to business on finally cashing on all the ever-so obvious sexual tension that had been between the two of them for the last couple years. Once finished with the tattoo, Ezra sprayed down Tyler's forearm with the After Inked Ink Seal Spray before gently wiping it down to then wrap it up in some plastic wrap just as an added protection. Turning his gaze over to Erin as he sat back on his stool, Ezra quirked a brow at her with a little smirk. "So.. you ready for yours, then? Figure he's got a lot of sleep to catch up on. He'll keep. You wanna climb up on the table here and lay on the side you're not getting it on, for me?" Chewing, slowly, on the last bite of her second attempt at breakfast that morning; the daughter of Hades took her time in finishing what was in her mouth. Unable to bring herself to meet her best friends eyes for more than a few short seconds at a time as she rose from her perch. Having returned to it only when she was sure that herself and Tyler were decent enough for Ezra to return in the first place. Taking a moment to brush her palms down on her shorts, she crossed them over her stomach. Fingers curling around the hem as she made short work of removing the only article of clothing aside from her underwear and shorts, of course that she’d pulled back on after her and Tyler’s spicy little encounter. Letting the stolen hoodie fall to the ground as she walked; Erin continued right past it. Arm lifting to wrap across her bare chest, giving herself at least a small bit of modesty not that she really cared about that stuff as she made to do as she was told. Lounging on her left side, with her right side facing up as she eventually managed to situate herself on the table. “.. I, uhm.. I will pay to replace that chair.. promise..” Ezra turned his back to her to allow her the time to get the hoodie off and situate herself properly while he set himself up with fresh supplies, filling his spray bottle with new cleanser and opening up a brand new needle out of a fresh package. It wasn't until he heard the creaking from the table stop, knowing that she'd settled in her spot, that he finally turned around to face her, setting up all of his supplies in front of her. A soft chuckle passed through his lips, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. You can keep it, though. I'll never look at it the same again." Another small chuckle left him as he pulled his stool up, sitting down at the edge of the table. Taking the spray bottle and some paper towels, he sprayed her side down and wiped it down firmly before picking up his tattoo gun to get to work. "So.. you excited for the season's first game of Cap the Flag later..?" Ezra tried to hold back a laugh, knowing she definitely was not looking forward to it, but he couldn't hold the corners of his lips curling up in a slight smirk at his teasing her. It was just something they did. Much like a couple of siblings, they constantly teased one another. For all intents and purposes, Erin Chase was most definitely like a faux sister to him. He had to fulfill his 'brotherly duties' by giving her a good ribbing every now and again. “.. like Tartarus, I am.” An unmistakable smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, despite however small it might have been, Erin couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the very obvious attempt at poking fun in her direction. Capture the Flag, much like every other physical activity the camp planned out, was simply not her thing. She hated it. With a vehement passion. And thus, whenever had the choice, the one she made was to always sit out on the sidelines, silently cheering for those of her friends who were brave or stupid enough to participate. Either that or she simply hid away in her cabin. Working on her art. It was a win-win in her book. “But way to segue the subject.” Chuckling softly, the dark haired girl closed her eyes. A soft, and more than content, sigh passing through her lips as she settled in for her most recent ‘therapy session’. "Thought I'd give it the old college try." Ezra smirked a bit, keeping his eyes on his work as he continued to ink her side, occasionally stopping to spray it down and wipe off the excess blood and ink. After just a little over an hour, Ezra had finished up free-handing the Deathly Hallows doe counterpart to Tyler's buck. While his was a blue gradient with the word 'protego', hers was a pink gradient with the word 'always'. Though he couldn't exactly wrap her side in plastic wrap, he did have large, clear, waterproof bandages to cover up her tattoo to keep it from getting dirty. She already knew the procedure. She'd let it breathe in a few hours as he reminded her every so often. Today wasn't one of those times, though. Instead, he sat back on his stool with a small smile. "This is a good look on you, you know," motioning behind him to the boy who he could hear still sleeping behind him, his eyes remained focused on hers. "I know you know, but.. he's good for you. He barely got here this morning and already you feel so much more relaxed, and just your aura alone when he's around... It's cute as fuck, Er." Ezra chuckled softly, folding his arms over his chest with a slight head tilt at her as his smile grew a little bit wider. "You wanna wake up your loverboy..? Wouldn't want him to oversleep.. and I gotta get a picture of your guys' tats together." “.. I know it’s cheesy as all hell to say, but..” Hesitating a moment, Erin let her dark gaze drift over her, for the best of wording, brother’s shoulder. The warm Earthen hues settling upon Ty’s sleeping figure in the chair behind him a moment before she finally tore them away. Bringing her attention back to Ezra as she sat herself up over the table, “Ez.. I haven’t felt like this before. Ever. When he’s here, I feel.. complete, and when he’s not.. Well, you know firsthand how I get. But even when he’s not around I-.. sometimes, even for a moment, I consider chasing after him..” Drawing her lower lip into her mouth, she trapped it between her teeth. The admission hanging between them in the comfortable silence, only broken by the gentle breathing of Tyler as he continued to catch up on the sleep that he’d been missing. It almost felt a shame to wake him up; but she knew she couldn’t let him stay like that. And if he was still tired by the time they’d returned to either of their cabins, well.. There was nothing stopping him from taking a nap if that’s what he wanted to do. Finally breaking her eyes from Ezra’s; it was half a beat later that Erin slid herself down from the table she’d been posted on. Arm once more wrapping across her chest to cover it up as the balls of her feet hit the ground. Carrying her over to where she’d left the literal love of her life. And reaching out towards him, Erin ran her fingers gently through his hair. Pushing it back and off his face before switching to giving his shoulder a light shake, “.. Ty.. it’s time to wake up. Ezra’s finished..” Inhaling deeply, Tyler’s eyes lazily fluttered open before he was taking in his surroundings, his eyes connecting with Erin’s soft hazels. A soft smile spread across his face as he shifted in his seat, stretching himself out with a soft groan that quickly got cut short when he found himself catching Ezra’s gaze. The slight chuckle from the son of Deimos had Tyler’s face burning bright red, averting his gaze from Ezra’s to meet back with Erin’s. A shy smile slowly pulled at the corner of his lips as he stared up into her eyes. ”How long have I been o-“ Catching the shine from the plastic wrap on his arm, he glanced down to look at the new ink on his forearm, smiling wide. ”Oh. Shit,” he chuckles softly, peeking over at Erin’s side to check hers out. ”Wow. I mean, as always, it looks great.” Tyler peeked around Erin again — this time on purpose — following Ezra’s movements as he started putting everything away. ”Thank you, man.” “.. Come on. Ez wants to get a photo for his portfolio.” Touch having slipped from his shoulder, Erin instead let it linger against his chest. Her eyes holding onto his a few moments longer before she eventually let them fall away, a light blush coloring her cheeks. Motioning lightly for him to follow, she stepped away from the chair altogether. Taking a few steps back before turning around to glance over at Ezra. Watching on as he cleaned up his gear, “.. anywhere in particular that you want us..?” Tyler nodded, quickly standing to his feet to follow her lead, stretching himself out with a soft little groan before glancing between the two. With Ezra's back still turned to them, and Erin's now facing him as well, Tyler stepped up just behind her to slip his hands over her hips tenderly. With his hands on her, he leaned in to nuzzle her at the crook of her neck with a shy little grin, lightly kissing her neck before pulling his eyes up to meet the back of Ezra's head to await his answer to her question so he could move accordingly. Tossing away the last of the wrapper trash into his designated waste bin, he then made sure all his cabinets and drawers were closed before turning around to face the couple. Looking them both over for a minute, he turned his head and motioned towards his desk, already moving to get out of their way so they could then follow him. "Over here, and uh.. stand just like that, but Tyler, if you could just extend your arm out so that your ink's together? I think this desk light will light it up nicely." His touch was like fire. Heat rising under the surface of her skin, spreading through every inch of her body with each gentle caress setting her alight. Gods.. how was she going to survive this..? He was driving her insane. She’d dabbled, sure. On occasion. And while she’d never tried heroin, she was pretty fucking sure this was what it felt like. Tyler’s touch was just so inexplicably desirable, and by Dionysus, she was glad to be an addict. Lips parting slightly as she felt his gentle kiss against her neck; Erin found herself reaching her free hand across her body. Fingers curling lightly against the back of his hand. Though at the sound of Ezra’s voice cutting through her current train of thought; she turned her head. Looking over to where he was motioning for them to stand. Over by the desk; tattoo’s together. Simple enough. “.. you got it..” Dark eyes drawing up to gaze towards the gorgeous blues, hand slipping into his, the daughter of Hades laced her fingers with Tyler’s. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze before she began leading him over to the desk. Turning around to face him completely only once they stood by it; Erin closed what little gap was left between them. The arm giving her even the smallest bit of modesty falling away as she pressed her body flush against his. Her bare chest resting against his chest as she lifted her hand, laying it gently over his shoulder, “.. hold your arm down by my side.. Mio..” The dark-haired boy held Erin's eyes for what seemed like forever before he finally came back to life, smiling sheepishly at her as he nodded and complied with what she had asked him to do. Dropping his freshly inked arm down beside her, his other arm wrapping around her, fingers curling around her midsection hesitantly. It was almost immediate-- her correction of his hand position -- gently moving his hand up from her middle to instead cup over her breast, providing her with a bit more modesty than just pressing herself against him. Tyler could feel the heat throughout his face, all the way out to his ears. He started to say something, almost a form of an objection -though what could he possibly object to..?- but Erin's voice and smile, soft and reassuring, stopped him dead in his tracks. "..it's okay, Mio.." He held her eyes for a few quiet moments before nodding, offering a soft smile of acceptance, readjusting his hold on her with a bit more confidence this time. The son of Hermes continued to hold her gaze, though he loved looking into her hazel eyes, it was primarily so he didn't have to meet Ezra's. Erin and Tyler had had plenty moments of closeness before, but never this close. Not like the kind they'd shared today. Gods only knew how much it was killing the both of them to be this close and have to restrain themselves. Tyler didn't know a thing about drug use (Unless you're one of those who considers weed a 'drug'... you fuckin yuppie ) .. but hyperfixations..? ..boy he was fixated alright. It didn't take long for Ezra to grab his camera off of his desk, readjusting the light as he saw fit to best cast it onto the couple and their respective tattoos. Taking a long moment to mentally kick himself in the ass look over their tattoos, he reached back to set his camera down with a shake of his head before returning back to the two demis before him. "I'm not sure who's suffering more from lack of sleep. Tyler or myself," he joked as he gently pulled the tape from the coverings he'd placed over both of their tattoos. "Really should have waited on these until after I took the picture. Sorry guys." Setting all of the coverings aside, he once again grabbed his camera up to take a photo of their tattoos together, counting down from 3.. 2.. 1.. snap..! • "That's it. Alright guys, uhm.. don't move. Lemme just," Ezra cut himself off then, moving around the two to instead set his camera down on the padded table to grab out the Second Skin wrap once more to cover their tattoos back up. The son of Deimos grabbed up Tyler's Erin's hoodie before wandering back over to her and Tyler. Dropping the hoodie off on his desk, he turned back to the son of Hermes first and began to put a second round of Second Skin over his forearm to cover his tattoo before doing the same with Erin's side. "Alright you two. You're all set.." With that, Ezra gave Erin a slight smirk just before wandering off back to his tattoo corner to finish getting a few things set back in order. Ezra was speaking. She knew he was. She could hear the unmistakable sound of his voice, muffled, as though from a distance. But with her eyes locked so firmly like they were with those of the man holding her, it was like she was trying to listen to him through water. The words were there, sure, but they weren’t really breaking through. And when they finally did, it was only because she felt her friend's hands once more moving against her body. Reapplying another second skin in order to help protect her fresh ink. The seam of her lips parting; it was with effort that Erin tore her gaze from Tyler’s. Her dark gaze falling first to her side before, after a moment, they flicked back up to meet with Ezra’s. Seemingly just in time as, with the wink aimed her way, she felt a warmth flood her cheeks. She was never going to hear the end of this one.. “.. grazie.. Esdra..” Despite the fact that he’d seen them before for the love of Zeus; he’d seen them not even ten minutes ago; Erin remained where she was. Waiting until her friend had turned his back before she, reluctantly, pulled away from Tyler. Retrieving the hoodie from the desk so she could pull it on. Attention returning to her now boyfriend as she lifted her hand, tugging the hood back and off her head. Boyfriend.. Gods.. that was going to take a little getting used to, “.. you, uh.. you ready to go..?” Tyler couldn't tell you what had him in such a daze. The lack of good sleep, or the events that happened in the last few hours since he'd gotten back home. Both..? Both? Both. Both is good. As Erin moved away from him to retrieve and put his hoodie back on, his arms dropped to his sides while his eyes were fixated on the lamp on Ezra's desk. Why was it so damn bright..? It wasn't until Tyler heard Erin's voice ringing in his ears that he finally came to, zoning in on her hazel eyes as they stared back at him. To be completely honest, he hadn't heard what she said, though whatever it had been, it sounded like it had been in the form of a question. With a gentle nod, Tyler looked around and grabbed up his own shirt and hoodie, slipping them both on one at a time as a deep yawn hit him. Looking between the son of Deimos and the daughter of Hades, Tyler chewed at his lower lip a moment before asking a quick question of "We good?" to which Ezra simply flashed the boy a smirk and nodded over his shoulder, throwing up a departing "peace" sign before turning back to his work and a quick "Get some sleep, Ty," called over the young man's shoulder. Tyler's eyes once again met with Erin's, holding his hand out to her as a sleepy little boyish grin pulled at the corners of his lips. And that was all it took. One look at that gorgeous, gorgeous, lopsided grin of his, and Erin found herself melting faster than ice that had been left too close to the camp's forge. The corners of her own lips tugging up, if just slightly, into a bashful smile. By the Gods, this man.. His smirk - that broad, ear-to-ear smile that lit up his handsome features and the world around him.. it was pure perfection. Extending to his eyes, and reaching all the way down to his soul. She loved it. Anytime he showed her that irresistible Cheshire grin.. all she wanted to do was be his Alice. Hand reaching forward, palm smoothly sliding into place against his; Erin laced their fingers together. Her cheeks taking on a gentle shade of red, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “.. let’s get out of here..”

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___________________________________ •• ━━━━━━━ 𓃗 • 𓃽 ━━━━━━━ •• 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚔 • 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 @Apoalo •• ━━━━━━━ 𓃗 • 𓃽 ━━━━━━━ •• ​𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 •• ━━━━━━━ 𓃗 • 𓃽 ━━━━━━━ •• ​𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗​​​​​ 𝚉𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑 • 𝙺𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎​​ •• ━━━━━━━ 𓃗 • 𓃽 ━━━━━━━ •• ___________________________________

•• ━━━━━━━ 𓃗 • 𓃽 ━━━━━━━ •• Fuck that mud puddle. Fuck that mare. Fuck. The newest filly that Tyler James had tasked his son with breaking was, truly, a rank bitch. They'd spent weeks.. weeks... doing ground work, and today was the day she was going to have her first ride with an actual rider. Aurelio being the lucky winner between himself, Colter and Morrigan who Rock, Paper, Scissor'd for the pleasure of breaking her in. He had held on with everything he had in him, but none of it mattered. In record timing within only minutes of having jumped on her back, he was down in the mud. In the last few years that Reli had been helping his father on the ranch to break new blood that came through their rescue, this was a first that had successfully thrown him within moments of mounting. An hour's worth more of getting back on, getting thrown off - luckily with much better dismounts than the first initial throw - and getting back on to continue the process until both the mare and the boy were covered in mud and sweat, chests heaving and nostrils flaring. He had to admit, even his own stallion didn't have as much spirit in him as she did. The little filly had gained Aurelio's respect by the end of it all. The boy let one of the two Hands that were standing around watching to take her off to go be cleaned up and the other to take care of the tack that would also need tending to, Reli made himself scarce to the bunkhouse where he would rinse off the filth that covered him and change into some fresh clothes. Normally, after work like that, Reli would go on an off-trail ‘trail’ ride with Baron to reset himself, but today was different. Today he’d have to go without it. Both of them would. Knowing his stallion, Baron would probably give him a workaround the next time he was able to take him out for missing out on their usual routine. Gods forbid the boy skipped their routine. The horse could be hell on four hooves when he wanted to be. As bad as Aurelio felt for skipping out on their routine, he didn’t feel too bad. With the promise of booze, food and good music.. Who could really feel too bad about anything, really? Not to mention the fact that Kassandra Arvantis was hosting the party. Aurelio and his sister were some of the few Juniors who were even invited to go, as it was mostly a party for the Senior Class of 2025. Once Reli had finished pulling on his Hey Dudes, he quickly stood up from the Bunkhouse table and dusted himself off, making sure there wasn’t a single horse hair on his fit before exiting the Bunkhouse. Pulling out his phone, he quickly sent a text to Colter as he wandered off towards the dirt lot where everyone typically parked their vehicles, making his way to Colter’s truck. Once there, Aurelio popped the tailgate down and hopped up, sitting himself comfortably on the back of the truck to wait for his friend so they could head back down the mountain for the party. ”That's it Eclipse, nice and steady. I already ran you today." Leaning down to pat his friend on the side of the head Colter Burnett smiled widely and then raised his arm to wipe his forehead with the clothed crook of his arm. It was a hot day in California and the boy had just finished riding the trails and checking on a few locations to make sure the guided tours would be safe. It was a routine thing and something Colter normally did when he wasn't the one breaking in the newest horse of the ranch. Not that Colter really minded, he found it to be quite enjoyable and it never took him that long, the horses seemed to have a weird connection to him that he could never really explain. Letting Eclipse walk herself towards the stable, Colter let himself just close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of the sun on his face and the smells of a ranch hit him. He absolutely loved it. And while California wasn't quite Texas it was close enough to home that it made Colter's heart swell and a calmness go over him. A calmness that was broken as he glanced over to some of the hands who were struggling with a filly. Colter recognized the horse as the one that Reli had been assigned to and Colter smirked, it looked like it had probably been quite a breaking session. Wandering over, Colter nodded politely to the hands and then gently pressed a hand onto the filly, right on the neck, eyes locked on the horse's own. ”Shhh, it's ok. It's all done. You're fine, it's fine. Shhhh." The horse began to calm instantly, and as Colter stepped back with a large smile on his face he just barely heard the younger hand whispering about Colter being a horse whisperer. Not bothering to say goodbye to them, Colter just headed towards the main Ranchhouse, the smirk on his face wider than before. He throws a wave to the two at the front desk and goes towards the back where he and another 6's staff member operate out of. As liaisons they only had or needed the small workspace and Colter very rarely was in the room for an extended time, usually coming in as he did now to check e-mails, return phone calls, and pay some bills. With a sigh, Colter handles his paperwork and then glances down at his phone as it dings. Smirking, Colter stands and gives a big stretch before closing and locking the door behind him and heads back out of the Ranchhouse and towards his truck. He arrived to see Reli sitting on the back and threw an empty bottle of water at him that he just finished. ”Ayo, ready for the party Junior?" It was a multi-level joke and Colter winked at the other boy before unlocking his truck and jumping in. Aurelio rolled his eyes and nodded, hopping off the tailgate before putting it up, rounding the truck's back end to hop in on the passenger side. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he clipped himself into his seatbelt and adjusted himself in his seat as he turned his deep blue eyes over to Colter. ”There’s never a time where I’m not ready to get fucked up, Cowboy.” The younger boy laughed, bringing his phone screen to life before unlocking it to send a quick text to his brother asking if they might still need anything for the party. He would have messaged Kassandra, but gods only knew she was already stressing over the whole event and didn’t need to be distracted. Acting host to a party he knew she would never have headed on her own without influence. He wouldn’t bother her with more bullshit. There was never a time he wasn’t ready to bother his older brother. It was his duty to do so, after all. Once the text was sent, Aurelio dropped his phone into the cup holder below the truck’s radio before rolling his window down, letting his arm hang out from it as he reclined back into his seat. His attention now back on the boy who sat beside him in the driver’s seat. ”You uh.. you participating in any festivities tonight, or are you gonna be a D.D.?” His hand going to turn on the radio, Colter leaned back and stretched, a quick groan and satisfying pop sounding just as the sound of the Country Top 100 charts came from the radio. He glanced at Aurelio as he put the truck in reverse and shook his head. ”I’ll have a few drinks, I’m not afraid of them. But I’ll have precious cargo in the car tonight so I’ll probably stick to one or two depending on the time. You? If you don’t have a D.D I’m sure me and Niko won’t mind you ‘crashing’ in the back of the truck to take you home.” His smirk could be ‘heard’ as Aurelio knew him that well. Looking both ways as he pulled out of the ranch and onto the public streets proper, he listened for Reli’s reply even as his mind started racing. He couldn’t wait to see Niko. It was strange, he had waited for five years. Five and a half really and now even hours without him seemed to make things difficult. He didn’t want to be creepy, or clingy but he couldn’t help his feelings. That feeling that everything just was made better by the presence of the other boy. Reli shook his head and smirked, giving the other boy a quick smack with the tips of his fingers. ”I don’t intend on getting that fucked up tonight, but.. whatever happens happens. Supposedly Kaelah’s got somethin’ special for me to try tonight.” Speaking of Kaelah.. Reli would have mentioned that if anything, he was sure Kas wouldn’t mind if he passed out on the couch and spent the night there at her place… but knowing Kaelah and her awareness of certain things, it might cause them to have problems later. He wouldn’t, nor could he, blame her though. He was the one who was currently making things complicated between them. With a heavy sigh, Reli sunk back into the truck seat and zoned out into his phone as he scrolled through video reels on Instagram for a majority of the drive. That is of course until they lost service going down the mountain, or when Colter would strike up further conversation with the boy. Nearly two long hours worth of a drive from Zephyros Creek to Naples. Though Aurelio never really minded a long drive, and quite enjoyed them, today he wished it could speed by a little quicker. He was excited to see and hang out with a few familiar faces at the party tonight. There was a brief look of concern as Reli mentioned Kaelah and ‘something special’ but it wasn’t his place. The two of them, Reli and Kaelah, existed as a conversation that could always be tricky to navigate. It was rocky and not something that Colter, even as one that considered Reli a younger brother, wanted to broach. He noted the heavy sigh and then focused on the road. The more mountainous terrain kept Colter on guard more than the simpler roads leading back into the city, and so for the most part the ride was filled with nothing but the various country songs from the radio. There was some brief back and forth about work, and which horses were doing better than others, some quick discussion about the derby races and which jockey’s were doing the best, but overall it was quiet. As they reach the city though, even Reli would be able to sense the excitement and restlessness rushing through Colter. The Texan didn’t even pick up on Reli’s desire for the trip to end as he himself was driving a little more… aggressively than usual. ”Right, we’re almost there. If you need anything later afterwards, seriously just give me or Niko a call. We won’t mind coming to pick you up. Deal?” He wanted to be clear that Reli could always come to him if he needed and while Colter was looking forward to spending some time with Niko, Reli was important. The Junior couldn’t help but laugh a little, nodding in agreement with his friend. ”Yes father,” he mumbled with heavy sarcasm, flashing the other boy a smirk as he dodged a playful swipe at him followed by another laugh. As they started nearing Kas’ house, the dark-haired boy sat up a bit straighter, eagerly awaiting the party that had already started without them. Pulling his phone back out from his pocket, he sent a quick text out to Kaelah, smiling a bit down at his device before shoving it back into his jeans. 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎🐺❤️‍🔥 - 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚢𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢? 😜😘 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ✓ Rolling his eyes, but content that Reli got the message, Colter focused on navigating the roads as he honestly never trusted people that drove in the City. It was a feeling he figured that would never leave him. Big cities just made him feel trapped and he much preferred the large open fields of a ranch. But he was adjusting and there were some positive things that came from moving to LA. One in particular invaded his mind just as he turned onto Kass’s road and a goofy smile went to his face as he cleared the daydream and looked for a place to park. It seemed that they were fashionably late, which made sense considering the two hour trip but Colter was still able to find a decent spot and as he shifted into park and turned the truck off he smirked over to Reli. ”Thanks for driving with Colter Enterprises, do make sure to leave a tip and review.” Chuckling, he got out and headed towards the party house which was already blasting music. ”Oh, and over/under for how long it takes for a noise complaint.” Aurelio rolled his own eyes at his friend, smirking as he hopped out of the truck to jog after him. Of course, Reli was much faster on his two feet than the Burnett boy… racing him to the front door, he placed his hand out to stop his friend before he could reach the door himself. With a slight smirk, he reached his other hand out and held the doorbell for a 2-beat before knocking on the door loudly with his middle finger knuckle. Dun dun-dun-dun-dun ..dun-dun.