“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”
— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)
anonymous requested: jay halstead + favourite outfits
closed starter for: @mirayaslan
location: memorial gala // the suites
The weekend had come and gone, it was almost 4:00 PM in the city that never sleeps and while they still had a few more days left of the Gala, he knew that he needed a day to recover from last nights activities. It was nothing serious, Cooper just got wasted beyond compare and while he knew Miray was here, the lady sniper of the Jade Menaces, he wanted to see her for a while. Clearing his throat, Cooper rapped his knuckles on the door and opened his mouth to speak "M. I need to discuss something with you, open up. It's Hawkins. Let me in."
Coopers heart was racing a million miles per minute. He was bound to run into someone he knew at this stupid gala that he did not want to be involved in. Thankfully it wasn't his first ex, it was Morgan. His recent one and fuck the man didn't realize how much he missed her till now. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair before approaching her "Morgan." Cooper said as quietly as possible hoping to god she didn't hear him "Tequila. Always Tequila."
Location: Gala Status: Open @thefallstart
Morgan didn't get why she needed to be here, yeah it was for appearances, NYPD's standing with the tragic murder.. blah blah blah. She was in narcotics, not homicide. She was just on edge considering the jades and her fellow cops were all in one room together. While the other gang members knew of her past connection, she did well to hide that in the workplace. "Your strongest drink please," She ordered at the bar, looking around she nodded hello to the person next to her.
cooper elias hawkins forty single former nyc detective currently unemployed southport, north carolina
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