[to his credit, hawk doesn't immediately opt to dig into either of the things now made as crystal clear as the water lapping up against the shore - inky black in their midnight depths and laid out in front of them: embry was definitely crying and it was probably definitely relating to the stark image of a happy ash and greer on his phone from tonight's festivities. sometimes he fucking hates his own instincts - even if he doesn't have the full picture, it's clear enough to piece together most of it in some capacity. not that anything about embry has been simple thus far: not their first complicated union, not the things he expects of his aide, and clearly not his upbringing and the rest of his immediate and extended family. it should probably alarm him how similar they are in more than just bone structure and pretty baby blues.
and that's why isolating him any further, feeling like he doesn't have an ally in all this is the exact opposite thing he wanted out of this little field trip. hawk shrugs casually, expression mild and a little teasing.]
Word of advice, if you wanted me to misbehave we need the backstory straight before we land the jet.
[he taps lightly at his cigarette, turning to offer embry a smirk with a hint of wickedness in his eyes.]
But we've still got time to ruin breakfast.
[sometimes he forgets how perceptive embry is though - cloaked in the way he floats through the halls of every party he attends, the wry sardonicism and wit that rolls right off the tongue, and the seeming bevy of men and women eager for his attention. someone like that should piss him off with the ease in which they can afford to be themselves, consequences be damned - but he finds it never does. which is why it catches him off guard that he somehow knows about his sister's midnight traipse into the guest wing.]
Not by choice.
[his tone is cautious, but clear about the fact that it was very much an unwelcome intrusion.]
Your sister should really keep her day job. Acting's not in the cards - and she's not a convincing drunk.
[hawk shrugs, taking another inhale and shaking his head slightly as smoke seeps out the side of his mouth.]
Tucked her in and came out here. Wasn't expecting company, but - the devil you know, right?
[his hand shifts, extending to give over the cigarette to embry and let his fingertips brush as he grabs the bottle by the neck. he takes a quick swig, right when embry lets that bomb drop before letting out a hard laugh.]
I'm not fucking your sister. Not my type either, in case you're taking notes.
[his eyes shift sideways, stealing a glance at how handsome his company looks even disheveled, eyes rimmed red.]
The spanking is a whole different ballgame, though.
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and that's why isolating him any further, feeling like he doesn't have an ally in all this is the exact opposite thing he wanted out of this little field trip. hawk shrugs casually, expression mild and a little teasing.]
Word of advice, if you wanted me to misbehave we need the backstory straight before we land the jet.
[he taps lightly at his cigarette, turning to offer embry a smirk with a hint of wickedness in his eyes.]
But we've still got time to ruin breakfast.
[sometimes he forgets how perceptive embry is though - cloaked in the way he floats through the halls of every party he attends, the wry sardonicism and wit that rolls right off the tongue, and the seeming bevy of men and women eager for his attention. someone like that should piss him off with the ease in which they can afford to be themselves, consequences be damned - but he finds it never does. which is why it catches him off guard that he somehow knows about his sister's midnight traipse into the guest wing.]
Not by choice.
[his tone is cautious, but clear about the fact that it was very much an unwelcome intrusion.]
Your sister should really keep her day job. Acting's not in the cards - and she's not a convincing drunk.
[hawk shrugs, taking another inhale and shaking his head slightly as smoke seeps out the side of his mouth.]
Tucked her in and came out here. Wasn't expecting company, but - the devil you know, right?
[his hand shifts, extending to give over the cigarette to embry and let his fingertips brush as he grabs the bottle by the neck. he takes a quick swig, right when embry lets that bomb drop before letting out a hard laugh.]
I'm not fucking your sister. Not my type either, in case you're taking notes.
[his eyes shift sideways, stealing a glance at how handsome his company looks even disheveled, eyes rimmed red.]
The spanking is a whole different ballgame, though.