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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
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life is short. fuck it. -
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ash
Ash couldn't believe that Smoke brought up his stripper ex wife. But then again, he could wholeheartedly believe it, because it was just the thing Smoke would do. She was obviously hurting, and when she felt that way, she wanted other people to feel the same. It's how she'd always been, and in a way, Ash was the same. Just a little more on the physical side. When he was feeling distraught, he usually picked fights, too. But not with words; with his fists. He'd lost more than one fight that way, being too lost in his own emotions that he didn't know how to deal with. It wasn't like he was going to go sit with a therapist and talk about them, after all, or even a friend. He was a guy, and in a gang, for god's sake. What kind of gang member would he be if he talked about his emotions? Fat chance in hell with that one.
Maybe it was fate that Millie had become just that: a therapist. He hadn't quite connected those dots yet, but maybe one day he would. Shutting down the conversation about his now ex wife, he glanced over at Millie, appreciative that she didn't ask questions. She had to be curious, and he wouldn't blame her if she was burning with questions. But she said nothing, and the conversation filtered back to the gifts. Seeing what she'd given him really stirred feelings in him that he was unfamiliar with. More shit he didn't know how to handle, but wasn't going to think about right now. So as he usually did, he shoved the feelings aside, looking over at Millie for a few seconds before he leaned in to kiss her cheek. He thought about changing directions and going for her lips, but at the last minute changed his mind. Had he chickened out? No, absolutely not. That wasn't something Ash did.
Glancing over at his sister and Bear, he asked Millie if they were a thing, but she didn't seem to know either. At mention of Ink, Ash scoffed, laughter following the sound. "They were the definition of toxic." He rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers on the makeshift bar. "She needs someone who can handle her, and Ink needs someone who... well, isn't Smoke." Shrugging, Ash let his gaze slide back to Millie, a knowing grin on his face. "But what about you, hm?" He leaned closer, resting his elbow on the bar and his chin on his hand. "Anyone special in your life?" His lips widened into a grin, though there was something a bit darker in his eyes. He didn't want there to be anyone, but the jealousy was one of those emotions he just didn't deal with. And now he'd opened the can of worms, so he had to wait for the answer.
Maybe it was fate that Millie had become just that: a therapist. He hadn't quite connected those dots yet, but maybe one day he would. Shutting down the conversation about his now ex wife, he glanced over at Millie, appreciative that she didn't ask questions. She had to be curious, and he wouldn't blame her if she was burning with questions. But she said nothing, and the conversation filtered back to the gifts. Seeing what she'd given him really stirred feelings in him that he was unfamiliar with. More shit he didn't know how to handle, but wasn't going to think about right now. So as he usually did, he shoved the feelings aside, looking over at Millie for a few seconds before he leaned in to kiss her cheek. He thought about changing directions and going for her lips, but at the last minute changed his mind. Had he chickened out? No, absolutely not. That wasn't something Ash did.
Glancing over at his sister and Bear, he asked Millie if they were a thing, but she didn't seem to know either. At mention of Ink, Ash scoffed, laughter following the sound. "They were the definition of toxic." He rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers on the makeshift bar. "She needs someone who can handle her, and Ink needs someone who... well, isn't Smoke." Shrugging, Ash let his gaze slide back to Millie, a knowing grin on his face. "But what about you, hm?" He leaned closer, resting his elbow on the bar and his chin on his hand. "Anyone special in your life?" His lips widened into a grin, though there was something a bit darker in his eyes. He didn't want there to be anyone, but the jealousy was one of those emotions he just didn't deal with. And now he'd opened the can of worms, so he had to wait for the answer.
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괜찮아도 괜찮아 (That’s Okay)
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coded by weldherwings