COLE (FUCKIN') CASSIDY

@wildredroan.bsky.social

𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 '𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴.

(they weren't dancin' shoes. ㅤㅤnicer loafers, the idea of being undercover. the faithful brown hat remained. he rose, followed after.) ”taught us a waltz, ㅤㅤway back when. for the charity balls. --probably couldn't do it with a gun to m' head, these days.„

¤ L a c r o i x@veuvebleue.bsky.social · 2w ago

She pat his cheek, its gentle. Certainly not a slap. She steps away to a more open space in the suite after turning on some classical music. She gestured for him to come closer.

(and he knew that— ㅤknew enough from stakeouts in bougie places, ㅤand on talon's dime, roundabout.) ”keepin' it private?„ (he asked, half-joking, but it was true: may be best to keep it on the down low. ㅤ best not tell the other overwatch ops. keep her safe. some part of his heart bled.)

¤ L a c r o i x@veuvebleue.bsky.social · 3w ago

"We could dance here." She offered seeing how he leaned into it. Her hand still cold. Her heart and breathing patterns still slow. Her touch is delicate. "I can order us room service for dinner.." In a fancy hotel like this? Probably godly food.