[whiskey for breakfast had been pretty tempting. the lingering discomfort in his own skin, itching like he was expecting to hear voices from his past behind him and pulling him right back to the life he'd started to shed - that's what he's been trying to deal with the last few days. at the very least, it's helped him keep his distance from tim, insisting it's to keep him compliant with his self-imposed trial and tribulation away from sex. lent, after they'd just spent the last month forced to give up all of their small comforts...
well, apparently the house is trying to make up for it in spades, if the egg he'd picked up within his path is any indication. there's a diamond necklace in it, a perfect counterpart to the bracelet he'd picked up on christmas from tiffany's and carefully clasped around the wrist of another person he'd like to think he's experienced some clarity around. hawk frowns down at it, closing the container and shoving it in his pocket so he can sift around instead for a cigarette while his temples start throbbing and his ears start ringing, the suffocating feeling of wrongness seemingly trying to work its way up through his throat and clutch around his neck.
it's enough that he has to flick his lighter more than once, cursing to himself as he nearly runs into the poor girl that seemingly materialized out of nowhere. hawk stares for a moment, not recognizing her and wondering if he's really fucking losing it again - or is this real? decidedly, it's the accent that shakes him more than anything, and he shakes his head to exhale his smoke away from her direction. the smile is - sweet, but he sees it for what it is: flirtatious. heavily lidded, sweet tones. the kind of things that would make another man weak in the knees and look twice. she wants something, though he can't really imagine what when he feels like a goddamn mess.]
I play a round of poker or backgammon now and then. But if we're being honest, I tend to trade more in secrets where I'm from.
[there's a self-deprecating smile, another inhale.]
What do you want, darlin'? This place usually hands things out for free.
CUPID'S ARROW STUCK ME
well, apparently the house is trying to make up for it in spades, if the egg he'd picked up within his path is any indication. there's a diamond necklace in it, a perfect counterpart to the bracelet he'd picked up on christmas from tiffany's and carefully clasped around the wrist of another person he'd like to think he's experienced some clarity around. hawk frowns down at it, closing the container and shoving it in his pocket so he can sift around instead for a cigarette while his temples start throbbing and his ears start ringing, the suffocating feeling of wrongness seemingly trying to work its way up through his throat and clutch around his neck.
it's enough that he has to flick his lighter more than once, cursing to himself as he nearly runs into the poor girl that seemingly materialized out of nowhere. hawk stares for a moment, not recognizing her and wondering if he's really fucking losing it again - or is this real? decidedly, it's the accent that shakes him more than anything, and he shakes his head to exhale his smoke away from her direction. the smile is - sweet, but he sees it for what it is: flirtatious. heavily lidded, sweet tones. the kind of things that would make another man weak in the knees and look twice. she wants something, though he can't really imagine what when he feels like a goddamn mess.]
I play a round of poker or backgammon now and then. But if we're being honest, I tend to trade more in secrets where I'm from.
[there's a self-deprecating smile, another inhale.]
What do you want, darlin'? This place usually hands things out for free.