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despite her obvious intent to not look at him , he keeps orbs trained on the side of her face . porcelain , untainted . wants nothing more in this moment than to cup her face , make her meet his gaze ... but he can be patient . ( for now . ) after all , how many sunday masses did he fucking torture himself through , just to catch a glimpse of her pretty face ? this was a walk in the park comparatively . however ... being this close to her , scent of her perfume infiltrating seemingly all of his senses , it's hard to be sound of mind . trusts that the one he believes in , will keep him where he's meant to be . “ hm , once ? fine . i'll believe it , for now . ” timbre lessens , dark & hint of a growl bubbling from the back of his throat . does well in calming himself , though the words sound so very pretty coming from her mouth ... doesn't think he's ever heard anything quite like it before . nothing that has had such an effect on him , at least . “ it was me , who ... what , henley ? you're doing so good being honest with me right now , you know that ? keep going . ”
in addition to being caught out in her own admissions , that don't do her any favours , henley can feel the burning stare of homme next to her . infiltrating her peripheral , it only takes one slight adjustment for her body to heat up , radiating familiar prickles of warmth against untouched skin . she intends to keep it that way … if she can help it . but understands he has other plans , the coaxing praise seems to fall from his lips with ease — that , usually , she'd be accustom to receiving — however the mixture of lesser tone , it causes a shift within femme once more . her hands reside casually , or so she thinks , on her lap that her nails graze against own thighs , conjuring enough sense of herself to continue with words . “ who i thought of . ” finally confesses , just above a whisper while her body turns in conjunction , legs crossing at the ankle while gaze rises . washes over his features , lesser brim tucked between teeth before she shrugs . as if it's casual . “ … i mean , i hadn't seen you around here before and you kept coming back . specifically here , every sunday . i didn't really think much of it until i saw you with another girl i know — out back , doing whatever after mass . ” tone flattens , becomes hushed as she feels cheeks rise in heat once more . doesn't know where the apparent word vomit comes from , but knows she can't stop once it's begun . “ and i wanted that to be me , so i thought about it … i didn't do anything , though . ” tight lipped for a moment more , throat clearing . as if to justify her own dismissal entirely . “ seeing you with her just made me curious — i wanted to know what it felt like … if you did anything , that is . does that make sense ? ”
aware of everything , seemingly at all times . it's not like him to allow things to go unnoticed , which is why he takes note of the way she shifts where she's sat ... in the very pews she hangs her head & folds her hands to pray in . almost has him chuckling , again , but he'll refrain . instead , odious simper remains planted on features . “ yes . yes , i can tell . but also ... if i was somehow wrong , which is doubtful , you just confirmed it for me . ” it's not mockery that laces his tone , but rather , arrogance . shifts within the pew where they're beside each other , his own knee pressed into her own . “ even though i can see it ... you know , i'd love to hear you say it . ”
now can't deny lump that migrates in femme's throat , or how hands seem to clasp at the fold of her knees that are suffocated by his . her cheeks redden , while palms situate on the wooden seat , spare leg pressed with indents of curvature of the build . really can't do anything but nod , as it seems he somehow has her all figured out — cards that were pressed tight to her chest fall , exposing an open hand . lying was never her forte — knew better , given their location . so hands will tuck a loose strand behind ears that burn , each inhale deeper than the last as eyes look anywhere but his . doesn't want to give him satisfactory gain with words about to come from lips . “ i've thought about it once . one time & that's it , okay ? i — uh , didn't do it 'cause i know i shouldn't , but ... ” trails , as if to find right words while fingers absently bunch at the hem of skirt , still no movement in her own gaze . “ it was you … who y'know . ”
does his best in stifling threatening scoff , it elicits as more of a chuckle ... humorless and drenched in skepticism . “ was that meant to be believable ... ? ” questions , hues lidding in a narrow fashion , foul grin pulling at brims . “ everyone thinks about it , whether you choose to admit it or not . you do have that holier than thou demeanor about you ... i'll give you that . but , i still see it . all over your face . ”
there's really no going back from a fumbling mess of words , something for only really herself to believe in . doesn't bother though , an exhale before lips purse , “ yes ? ” what's meant to be a statement comes through as anything but , again unsure of own admissions within his presence . they feel foreign , but not nearly as henley dismissing settling want . that was unheard of , to say the least . “ it's not that i don't admit it … i just — ” shift within her seat , an unknown retract from male as she tilts her head . “ — can you really tell ? ”
“ it's pretty simple , you're overthinking it . i don't give a shit about any other girl ... am i talking to any of them right now ? ― no , i'm here , with you . doesn't that count for something ? ”
“ it's not that simple & i wouldn't say i'm overthinking it . ” shoulders will shrug through a sense of effortlessness , as if trying to dismiss own thoughts . “ it's complicated , if anything … like , it could count but i don't think it necessarily does with you . plus , don't you want someone who wants to be touched ? it's not really something i think about , that's all . ”
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anders lives for the thrill before anything else. that's been excessively shown in past matches and present ones; explicitly with luc. would never put his finger on the pulse though, because why would it matter? he doesn't think it does, in the long run. the game was the game, that was the focus — everything to him — and most other things were put on a metaphorical back burner. he's noted the rush that comes from a volley, an out ball and a serve that erupts his eardrums for days afterwards — hours spent practicing for a few of play in return. whether that was alone or with the other male. he didn't know the difference anymore. but things change, as do people, and years pass quicker than court life, where he blinks and it's different. prime example: this interaction. beuchot and van doren. van doren and beuchot. no matter the way it was announced — although anders always silently preferred the latter — they once were a co-unit, a pair that were intertwined within every sense of the word. the resurfacing of past memories are always in his mind, but it seems more real the second luc's across from him, spinning some empty rhetoric where anders doesn't know if he'd somehow made it all up. but he knows this game too well, and unfortunately, he's stronger than to break at some kind of coercion. " against you, luc. there's a difference. " in reality though, he's not sure if there is one anymore. nonetheless, he retaliates. the same tone sharp on his tongue while he cocks a smile, expression never falters, because in anders's mind, he's already two steps ahead. however, doubtful, he doesn't realise he's holding a breath until it's been released quietly once spoken.
however, in some ways he does understand the underlying need. now he's in the big leagues, up there with players passed down before him, or so anders thinks. but what good is his opinion? they're kept quietly to himself, only nodding a slow beat the second his ego gets hit. it's never good, but coming from him - it's somehow worse. you make me better. or was it made ? anders doesn't think he'd take credit — perhaps all the positive feedback from their coaches did get to his head — because the past was in the past. it's not stood on the court now, but anders is, enough so where he can feel his self image dwindle. every bit of praise and good fortune seems useless now. what good was it if it didn't come from him ? " then they're either really good liars or don't like hurting your feelings, " hitting that low was his only reaction, what once could be said in jest now comes with an undertone of spite, perhaps jealously on his own side. in fact, he doesn't even know why the words roll of his tongue with such ease. like a waterfall, anders doesn't even attempt to stop them before his shoulders raise, another shrug coming from the male. he's gotten him, that's for sure. " — i play as myself every game, you just haven't been around to see it. can you really say you're doing the same, luc ? 'cause the attitude is saying otherwise. "
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“ just 'cause your god thinks it's a sin for you to touch me , doesn't necessarily mean it's a sin for me to touch you ... hm ? ”
“ well … i don't think it works like that . i mean , it's not really a sin but — i don't know — why me ? there are plenty of other girls . ”
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“oh, i’m extremely aware that you’re not worried.” seen the way she plays multiple times — the way she’s so coordinated and focused, no denying that the female was talented. “hm, that’s debatable,” argues just to pick a fight with the female, it was easy back and forth before the two fell passionately towards one another. “clearly, i have enough talent to the point it keeps you coming back for more… so once again, think this arrangement benefits you more.”
tala doesn't know why she keeps on coming back, could use the words crawling, but that is below the belt in terms of self reflection. does however fight the urge to roll her eyes at digs made towards her, no matter the ease of an apparent return — she doesn't want to scoop so low. this early, that is. “ like i said, stress relief. ” doesn't know if she's convincing him, or herself, but nonetheless, words roll from her tongue with some kind of ease. “ and you seem to answer immediately, so what makes you think you're so special to me ? — in fact, i could argue the same thing. i mean, you're stupidly confident. ”
"ever thought it's because i miss you? y'know, you're more than just a rebound -- right? i broke up with him. couldn't be with someone if my heart beats for another."
“ well, then make me feel like more than one, bianca — you can say you miss me all you want, but until you actually show it ... there's no point in trying. i mean, do you not get tired of lying to yourself ? ”
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" you were the best , but you were the worst … as sick as it sounds i loved you first . "
“ i ... i am happy here . or ― i was . i keep telling you , he came on to me ! why am i the only one being scrutinized here ? also , it's not like anyone else important enough has shown any interest . aren't we told to give into desires ... and whatever ? ”
“ so ? didn't mean that you had to reciprocate it … right ? common sense would've helped there , em . i don't think it matters how important they are — you're just being dumb enough to take the bait . what did he say , hm ? i'm not going to say anything but … feels like you need to at least tell me something . ”
“ uh huh , right ... but are we ignoring that she's literally always in this equation with us ? like , you let her come between us . time & time again . the truth is , i just don't trust you anymore . everything you're saying right now sounds so nice and sweet , but it's all bullshit , isn't it ? it always is . ”
“ and now she's out , don't you see that ? ” rebuttal seems like a well rehearsed script , however it comes across misplaced as homme digs himself deeper . finds really no jest in this conversation , proven by the sigh that escapes his lips . doesn't want to plea for her trust — let alone persuasion — but , there seemed to be a first time for everything . “ — it's not bullshit , cass . i mean … i can't make you feel a certain way about me anymore but you're still my everything . nice & sweet aside , or whatever , i just want us to be okay … in some way . can't you give me one last chance ? ”