Covering Up A Murder Together Is Such An Underrated Form Of Intimacy

covering up a murder together is such an underrated form of intimacy

actual genuine dread sets in , something vegas doesn't experience often . not caring about anyone else is second nature to her , she is her only priority but when gabriel speaks her heart sinks and guilt washes over her like never before . because she cares for him , dare she say loves him and the thought of losing him makes her want to itch her skin until its bloody and raw . she fucking hates it . not being in control , it makes her feel helpless . lost. ‘ i didn't mean it like that . . . ’ gabriel was better than her ex in every way it's why she chose him in the first place but maybe now wasn't the best time to bring that up . she nods at his question stepping closer to him . ' yea , it worked ⸻ weeks ago , but he doesn't matter to me anymore ... i don't care about him . ’ pleading eyes stare into his soul , hand reaching for his . ‘ can you forgive me ? ’

It   wasn't   new   for   Gabriel   to   be   used   for   his   last   name   or   his   money.   But   it   was   new   to   be   used   just   to   make   another   person   jealous.   He   was   angry   and   disappointed,   but   not   surprised.   His   blue   eyes   sparkled   meaningfully   without   him   making   a   sound.   "A   compliment?   Really?"   He   asked,   overwhelmed,   unsure   if   he   had   heard   her   right.   The   undertone   in   his   voice   was   bitter.   "Vegas,   I   go   on   dates   with   random   people   for   money,   do   I   look   like   I   mind   doing   the   same   for   you?"   No.   On   the   contrary,   he   had   almost   completely   given   up   his   escort   job   for   her.   What   an   idiot   he   had   been.   "So   did   it   work   at   least?   Does   your   ex   want   you   back?"

laughter bubbles up at the back of her throat , mouth quirking in a half - smile , and she briefly lets her gaze fall on dimitri . ‘ what's wrong , big guy ? club scene not really your thing ? ’ dulcet tone is teasing , knowing damn well there isn't another reason other than obligation that he would set foot here , each square inch of the place the complete antithesis of who he is. ‘ maybe they'll wanna go to the library next .... ample opportunity for dry humping there y'know . ’ sarcasm tinges her words , soft laughter finally falling from her lips and a smirk follows not too soon after . though , there's no point in denying that rose would rather be out there too , carefree and drunk on the dance floor with the man she loves making a complete spectacle of herself . ‘ soon , don't worry . lissa's wearing her uncomfortable shoes again , i'll give them another ten minutes , maybe less . . . ’ reprieve is offered as she checks her watch , noting the time to see if she'll be right .

closed for @assidvous | accepting

they weren't off the clock but when really were they ? he's sipping an almost luke warm beer as he watches christian and lissa dance in circles , leaning back against the bar . " when do you think they'll get bored and want to run off elsewhere ? " it was the first word he's spoken in some time , too intent on people watching and give the illusion that the two royals had some form of privacy .

chest feels hollow , the tension surrounding them heavy . his eyes dart in the direction of who she speaks about but only for a split second . their son . gaze returning to his clasped hands before him , the temptation and heartache he feels greater than any he has ever endured . heart beats erratically and he needs to take a deep breathe before he speaks up . ‘ you know that's not how this works . ’ wants to throw caution to the wind and and say fuck it more than anything . hug his son and tell him how much he loves him , for the first time . he's gotten so big and mercer wonders if he looks more like him now , if his voice sounds the same as his . to hear him laugh . ‘ i shouldn't have come . ⸻ but i . . . i couldn't stay away . ’ moment of weakness , turned to guilt . he knows he's putting both of them in harms way by being here . ‘ i should go ... 'm sorry . ’

open to : m / nb !

plot : based on sally jackson and poseidon but can take routes that aren't strictly god and mortal . could be any form of immortal like vampires or some weird supernatural curse i dunno just here for the angst .

" you should ... you should talk to him . " they shouldn't be having this conversation , it had been years since she had laid eyes upon them and it killed her to realize that . there was little more between them than a shared son they hadn't known , one who could never understand that none of this was easy for any of them . " just this once . "

a heavy sigh slips past her lips , shoulders sagging under the weight of everything she feels . the rawness , like an exposed nerve , is almost unbearable , and wyatt’s words are kind , but they sting all the same . she sees the depth of what he’s not saying , feels the quiet longing behind his supportive smiles , and it makes her heart ache and break all over again . because she’s too tired , too overwhelmed to unravel the knot of emotions currently tangled inside her . it’s too much , too soon after everything that’s happened . still , she can’t ignore the warmth his words bring , settling over her like a fog , the reassurance she needs but can’t fully seem to accept . he deserves better than that and she wishes she could give him more ‘ wyatt . . . ’ his name spoken like a plea falling from her lips . eyes brimming with tears , threatening to spill at any moment . ‘ i'm going to keep messing this up . ’ blinks , and unshed tears finally spill over , staining her cheeks as she shakes her head in disbelief . words have stopped making sense , the heart break finally catching up with her . wishing that years ago when they had first met they hadn't been the cowards they were and actually said something . done something , anything . it would have saved her the pain of a broken heart and the fear of betrayal . ‘ i'm sorry , i don't know if i can be what you need me to be . ’

Wyatt let out a long and exasperated sigh at her words. He could see it clearly behind her eyes. The tiredness and the frustrations and the exhaustion. He saw the pain she was going through and he wished he could take it all away from her. There were many things that Wyatt wished at that moment in particular. None seemed possible in coming true. He wished that she had never dated that guy. That she only stayed with him and they were together. It would have been much better that way. She wouldn't have been treated way better and wouldn't be in so much pain. But alas that wasn't to be and now he was forced to deal with this scenario. Her words stung him for a moment as he bit his lower lip. He looked away from her daring not to meet her eyes as he smiled softly at her. "Maybe that's your problem. You struggle to recognize better even if it always was in front of you. But I hope that someday you will be able to recognize it and all I hope is that day will come soon because I hate seeing you so heartbroken. And in so much pain. " He mustered to say. He was speaking from the depths of his heart but he didn't know if she would understand it. He was practically praying that she would. After a moment's pause his eyes locked with hers again as he smiled softly at her. "There's no point in beating yourself up over it. What's done is done. It can't be changed. What we can do is take lessons from it and make sure to not make mistakes such as this in the future. " He responded to her with a gentle smile. At her next words he found himself sighing softly at her before finally responding to her. "I do not know but what I do know is that I am by your side always. And I shall help you in picking up the pieces. Whatever they may be. " He responded to her with a charming smile.

side of his mouth quirks up into a smile as he closes the space between them with a few steps . ‘ oh yeah … there’s nothing hotter than a girl who wants to ruin my life . ’ he speaks from experience , likes to call himself daring but really he’s just a masochist . comes with the job description , apparently . or maybe he's just taken one too many punches to the face . ‘ correction , you didn’t have anywhere else to be . now you do … we’re going out. ’

“ hmm, is it now? ” a soft hum, playfulness lacing her tone. the distance between the pair was alluring, yet allison kept herself at bay. a dangerous thing it'd be for her to get any closer. “ depends on where you want t'go. i've got nowhere else to be. ”