Rings of Honor

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It's late, your eyes crossed with someone, a pretty picture with a crooked smile, she'll take everything you have away, away, away... https://i.imgur.com/4Nx9vUR.jpg Whatever nerves there might have been, whatever apprehensive flutter might have erupted in her veins at the thought of playing not on...

((written with Isaac Clark, aka Adrenalize)) 1/12/19 Text to Iggy: Hey you. What are you doing? Text to Iggy: I mean. The answer is "hanging out with you" unless you've got a really good excuse. Text to Iggy: Just sayin'. Meadow set her phone on the nightstand with an indulgent little smil...

1/11/2019 Text to Meadow: Up for a gig? (an hour passes) Text to MG: I was just thinking about you. Text to Meadow: Oh yeah? In what way? Text to MG: ...It's a scotch night. xox Text to MG: So, what's the gig? Text to Meadow: Oh man. I should do that tonight. Text to Meadow: Gig is... a Valentine's ...

Energy humming in her veins, the city was loud and vibrant and close around them, but her world, her focus, had narrowed. There was Code, the feel of his hands on her body, the taste of his lips on her mouth, the electricity in his poison green eyes. Feeding into his kiss, her fingers curled into hi...

It was incongruous work, wrangling young rock stars for photos. Catch them in action... catch them in one-off candids with devil horn hand gestures and their variety of pierced tongues wagging from their heads with scrunched noses and creased brows. Don't ask them to stand still and pose for more th...

Intoxicated as she was, Meadow couldn't blame the intense electric jolt she got from his kiss on the powder, much as she might like to or would probably try to claim otherwise later. The chemicals in her veins warring for dominance, her skin prickled everywhere he touched her-- his fingers in her ha...

Code's own natural reaction to challenge crept up his spine, pivoted against his atlas and set his barely hawk-crowned skull at a full tilt. A rebel of even his own physiology, he gave the bone a lazy crack that resounded in a sharp pop and a trickle of aftershocks by pressing his knuckles into his ...

"Yeah, she told me she has you to thank for that," countered Meadow with a sly smirk and a certain amount of strangely affectionate tolerance for his antics, brought on either by a sympathy for his present mental state, the flattery he'd given in the form of that offhand poisonous portrait...

Code contemplated her question, wet his lips with a dash of his tongue and answered her with a direction-changing narrative that was both nonchalant and calculatedly dismissive. "You've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger." He murmured. An observation, rather than a topical st...

((Note: This piece contains heavy drug use. Written with Code Dietrich)) What Had Happened Was... Circa 2014. Hollywood. Two encores was enough. Fuck this. Code kicked out from behind his kit, arms raised in a V. No one ever noticed the drummer.. unless you wrote the shit. His fingers curled into hi...

"Yeah, that's so." Her cold tone had his mouth twitching all over again, but he didn't have his drink anymore to hide the battle. His chin lifted even as she questioned his winnings, and he raised a brow. "Something I'd sooner jump off this roof without a 'chute than do," he snic...

His smile was a stark contrast - white against that natural tan that reflected her own. She looked, but didn't take the bait. In her defense, he hadn't either moments before. The song and dance seemed to tickle him as he chuckled, lifting his own Long Island for a sip. Fair enough. His arm released ...

She mulled over the comparison. Isaac was looking down at the city and Meadow was looking at him, turning her gaze away from the twinkling lights to take in the line of his profile, a dark silhouette against the starry night sky. Shifting her weight from one expensive heel to the other, her hip cock...

She fit easily underneath the arm that stayed around her, slipping one of hers around his waist in kind. She too glanced back over their shoulders, but the man was definitely gone, and thank God for that. The way he sipped his drink reminded her that she hadn't brought one with her, and their overtl...

((everything here is co-written with Adrenalize, and these events transpired at the Black and Red Gala)) Kids of the Rich and Famous Circa September, 2017 The fact he was even there had made his skin itch. His father had pulled him into the office that morning and sprung the news on him that he'd be...