Master Bedroom
Evelyn listened intently, her fingers tracing the contours of Rip's beard as he spoke. She admired his resilience and the journey he had taken. When he mentioned the Winchester repeating rifle, her curiosity was piqued.

"Rip, I’ve heard about those rifles. They're supposed to be the best. Did you know that Sarah Winchester, the widow of the man who created those rifles, inherited the company after her husband's death? There are all these rumors about her building a huge, never-ending house in California, supposedly to appease the spirits of those killed by the rifles."

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

"It's fascinating how something so powerful can carry such a legacy. I can see why you'd want one. Maybe one day, we'll find a way to get you that rifle."

she thought a moment before laying her head to his chest. there was still so much to mention...to say...to share...but one thing at a time... time would allow for those moments to come naturally and she wasnt going to cram it all into one single moment...but she as well didnt want anyone to say she was hiding anything. because she had nothing to hide.

Welcome home Jarl.
Look forward to serving You.

Master Bedroom
He was enjoying your touches even when you found his beard he found your touch there to be soothing, he never thought it would be but then no one had ever touched him there like you were before

"I left to go to California sold my familys property to start up a ranch there and then send for my brothers, but along the way I had a big portion of that money stolen, and had other mishaps that made me realize I missed Covell Canyon, so I had to take work on a ranch was the foreman to get enough money to come back home. Took me five years but I did it and when I came back Zeb gave me this place and the land.

I have no desire to go back east and see any of the big cities back there, guess I am just to much a man of the west love the ranch life. It can be a hard life but it is so rewarding.

I like my role within the structure of the family the enforcer, the muscle man but a smart one. I always wanted to find me a good woman one that would support me, and make one hell of an apple pie."

He winked at you

"And I got her."

He leaned in closer

"Well there is one thing I would love to have and that is a Winchester repeating rifle I heard those are the best damn rifles out there."

Inside
He throws his hands up in apology, his face tinging color across his cheeks, burning under the gaze of his brown eyes.

"Whoa whoa whoa, ain't nobody called me no snitch before. You be careful throwin' them accusations around, feelme? I just ain't never heard immersed like that, feelme? I'm not up on Wook-ie."

A gentle barb thrown. Probably caught in those platinum locks adorning your crown. "I can imagine that shit hittin' like you an ancient shaman that just saw an eclipse..."

His grin dancing across his lips, turning his head in a full on 'Tsssssss!' when you toss your joke at him, his eyes pinpointing the wiggle of both your pink-tipped tongue and the giggle that sends your septum piercing swaying.

"Glamorama hits. You should see it live, sometime..."

The pause in his words having him running full steam into a reality that shakes his core. The traintracks set too loose, the cross ties rotted with recency bias causing him to slide a bit inwardly...

He catches himself staring off into middle distance. Wanting suddenly to call her... To apologize. How would she react? How would she respond to him. 'I can't do this, baby. I need you. Where you at?'... The situation continues in his mind, the poison pill cracked, it's contents swallowed...

'Oh, I'm out with Leo. We're at my parents house, having family dinner. We're doing a big cast getaway, going to go to barbados for the wee—

"Shit, I touch myself all the time."

His eyes widen a little, his teeth show as he presses his tongue tip against the point of his left canine.

"But yeah, I mean making music is like one of the most base-experiences a human can do. Everyone does. I feel blessed that the noises I make with my mouth can reach out and touch so many people in a way that has them replaying it, asking for more...

So, I saw on your bag you're into astrology... Guess my sign...?"

Sea

TLT

Taking Long Tastes

Master Bedroom
Evelyn listened intently, her eyes locked on Rip’s as he spoke. She watched the subtle movements of his brow, the way his eyes seemed to drift into memories, and the soft lines that appeared around his mouth. Her fingers traced these contours, feeling the softness of his beard against her skin. It was unexpected, this gentleness, and it contrasted beautifully with the strong, rugged features of his face.

As she explored these details, she realized how much she enjoyed discovering these little nuances about him. A beard was not something she had ever imagined in a partner, yet here she was, finding it deeply endearing and integral to the man she was growing to love.

"Really? Not anything else?"

she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and affection.

She continued to trace her fingers through the thickness of his beard, lost in the texture and the comfort it brought.

"I find it hard to believe that someone as passionate and driven as you wouldn’t have any other dreams or desires. Maybe something you’ve never said out loud before?"

Her eyes held his, searching for any hint of a hidden dream or unspoken wish.

"I want to know all of you, Rip. Even the parts you’ve never shared with anyone. It’s important to me."

Evelyn smiled warmly, her fingers pausing in their gentle exploration as she leaned in closer.

"We’re building a life together, and I want it to be filled with dreams—both fulfilled and those yet to be realized. Tell me, what do you secretly wish for, even if it’s something small or something you think is silly?"

Inside
"Immersed, like in hallucinogens? Shit, you wearing a wire?" Though it may just as well be that you had to look out for your, like, public image?
Qalli had no idea what famous-people-concerns you were juggling, or maybe you just didn't trust her as a member of the public to take careful custody of her opportunity at the rumor mill.

"Yeah, or at least that's what the test says. Who knows if it's accurate, they send you that kit and it's like 'yeah scrape your cheeks, spit in the tube' or whatever, who knows if it's picking up all of your DNA or whatever's been in your mouth, right?"

There was a slant to the way she worded her doubts, jabbing the point of her tongue to poke her cheek out, a giggle dancing her septum piercing.

"I mean I'm fairly eclectic — I just said I was listening to ancient Javanese ceremonial music. I was partial to Glamorama, though…"

Her attention fixed to how you easily picked up the cue to share the melon, like a lightweight dessert or something, delighting in how her interest in your music seemed to impart a certain glow. "Sounds like hard work, though. Like I might paint what I see, or maybe some jewelry or knit something and yeah it bears some mark of my soul on it, but I think music feels even more intimate than that. 'S kinda why I always wanted to date a musician, like do you feel more in touch with yourself?"

G

Grinding

Red

Belly

button

Panic

Master Bedroom
He heard the compassion in your voice and it adhered him more to you, and he felt that connection deepen more to you. He turned his hand as you continued those gentle circles, entwining his fingers with yours he lifted your hand up and placed a kiss across your fingers

"Thank you Eve...At the time it hurt and upset me, but I have come to learn if I had not gone through that, and had the help of my brothers I might not be the man I am today."

He saw the empathy in your eyes and kissed your hand again

"We sure did and I am grateful for that my brothers are great men and I am lucky to have them as my family, and we are growing our family Ace has Vee, Zeb has Blaze and now I have you."

He reached up with his other hand to caress your cheek lovingly

"I am glad you are here Eve glad you are in my life and we can support each other."

He squeezed your hand when you ran your fingers ran through his hair

"Your welcome Eve I want you to know everything, and it means a lot to me that you think that way about me."

There was a rise to his brows when you asked him that

"Ohhh that is a very good question truthfully I do not know I mean when I was younger I used to dream of having a ranch and now I have one with my brothers. I do not think I ever dreamed of anything else."

emergency

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captivating

connect

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necessity

Inside
Well, he mentioned K-pop as a more western-enjoyed style of music, which is enjoyed by the indonesians as much as anyone. Brix included! That shit was catchy!

"Deeply immersed in what?"

His eyes traveling from your food, back up to your face. Watching you eat. No scrutinization in his vision, it was more like he was painting a mental picture at the moment. And then your words about travel... You mention your origins, and he nods along, like you were reciting any other bit of information.

"Mmmm... I saw that, on your profile you said you were 3% black. No other information than that, huh?" His eyes lower a bit, but the grin remains, a little bit of a challenge in those last few words.

Your response to his comment about Hooligan's has him laughing. But he doesn't offer up the fact he was playing, afterward.

"So you are a recent adopter of Hip-hop, huh?" A bit of a boost to his Ego. You knew who he was without knowing his music, per say. That made him feel a bit more famous... He leans forward, his elbows gently resting on the table as he uses his fork to spear a bit of melon.

Pressing it to the flat of his tongue in his mouth and closing around it. His next words suffused with the scent of melon...

"New album comin' soon. Blockhead. Any of my songs you like?"