taking hold of eleanore’s hand, mikey grips onto her like she’s his center of gravity, as if he’ll simply float away if he lets her go.
not even paying attention to the looks and stares they get from bar-goers or his sister standing behind the bar with a look of disappointment —
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upstairs,"
the door sticks to its frame as eleanore pushes it open, centuries of grime clinging to the old rotten wood. she keeps hold of mikey's hand as they make their way through the wrangler, ignoring everyone and everything in their path.
on her face as they sneak out of the storage closet and up the stairs toward their room.
mikey’s grip on her hand slips only when they hit the second floor landing, instead opting to grab at her waist and rest his head on her shoulder as they walk down the seemingly —
mikey can’t help the stupid smile cracking across his face as he takes notice to haze covering up hers — one of his favorite things he’s noticed she does since becoming a regular around here.
“no getting shot at here .. at least not usually.” he laughs as he slides a glass —
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—— across her face. slowly souring into a bittersweet realization that she’d basically been getting shot at just to spend some time near mikey, and how … stupid that was. well, silly, more like. his company had proved worth it, many times over.
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back over to the irritable man waiting on his long over due refill on his lager.
he gives a half-assed look around the bar, making sure everyone had something in front of them for the next couple of minutes so he could disappear to get haze a room key from the back room.
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|| after tomorrow i’m off until next monday! im fully planning to be around here to try to write and get back into things!
|| i miss writing 😭 i wish my body didn’t absolutely hate me and make me incapable of doing anything lately
|| honorable mention over here for mileanore!
happy birthday babes!
|| screaming shouting hooping and hollering HAPPY BIRTHDAY to jack’s love and my wife ( sorry to her fiancé, i don’t make the rules ) @DomumVincit
i hope this year is the best one yet babes! you are amazing and perfect and i hope you never, ever doubt that!
thank you for —
|| i need to lock tf in
sorry between the move, work, and my body hating me on my days off i’ve been dead on my feet
their shared room upstairs sounds a whole lot comfier than the sticky floor of the storage closet he was currently holed up in, and just the idea of her joining him on his little jet-filled adventure has him eager to get out of the closet.
he stands, a tad uneven on his —
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“sounds good. somewhere comfier, yeah?”
a bonus being that it would get mikey off said sticky floor, too.
|| hoping to be back active on here after the move is finished! loading up the truck and driving on friday!
of course, it would be her first time, mikey already figured as much. what he’s learned about her in their time together told him as much — that and the fact that his stash never seemed to be missing anything since she’d started staying with him.
glazed over eyes squint as he —
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what to do, baby..."
not to say that she isn't intrigued.
especially now she has so very little to lose. no press, no judgy husband...
"would you show me?"










