« oh no, » face distorted by a disgusted grimace. she is no pretender, and there is very little else to do after having been assaulted with such poor taste : she dislikes it with her whole being, and while a body shudder might be considered over the top, she feels like it could be the next logical step if she was forced to listen to one more second of the song. « it’s the Worst. who the hell told you it was good ? … you need to fire them. pronto. »
@inaure· : RONAN & CLEOPHILIA.
HE REMEMBERS THE FIRST TIME he had spotted her in the crowd. The heavy scent of booze lingered in the air of the small pub as their fingers worked to adjust their microphones. He vividly recalls the nervous bead of sweat that trickled down to the nape of his neck when the lights snapped on. Her dark eyes were the first he caught sight of, and the smile on her lips relieved the tension in his stomach. This is what he did this for, THE FANS. She never missed a show since then and for a while they just called her The Girl as if she was the only girl that mattered. For a while that was true. She became a weight that subconsciously kept them grounded, especially on the nights that seemed hard to get through and the days that seemed like they dragged on endlessly.
Feels like ABSOLUTE SHIT when said anchor practically spits in his face after hours spent recording his newest single. ❝ Fuck off, ❞ What Ronan doesn’t remember is how they got here. Past the niceties of fangirl and star, and instead becoming a staple in his everyday life. He practically yanks the headphones away from her, muttering under his breath. ❝ I can’t just fucking fire everyone you don’t like. Maybe you need to move on with the times. This, ❞ He stops to point at the phone in his hand, faint audio still trickling out from the headset in his iron grip. ❝ Is what’s smashing charts now. This isn’t Golden Ours anymore, you can’t keep expecting that. ❞ If the bitter tone doesn’t give him away, the clenched jaw does. The band would always be a sore spot. Despite his initial bite, he leans against the back of his couch, limply gesturing his hand at her: faux air of nonchalance. ❝ What EXACTLY does Queen Cleopatra not like ? ❞