☠ ┊ ❛ SPARROW
❝ it’s funny you should mention that — ❞
he’s interrupted, rudely, by a swift movement that draws him un-fondly to the past. eyes widen out of sheer instinct; thank goodness for his pretty little head, innit?
yes, he almost attempts this once again, but he lets go of the hilt before even bothering with the tugging. WOMEN. always such a pain to be dealt with. he turns to her, a toothy grin forcing his lips apart. this was a tactic that was sure to back- fire. after all, angelica was the DEVIL. ❝ now, is that any way to talk to dear old JACKIE? come on. call it a — sweet reunion, eh? ❞
❝ surely, you must be jesting. as if i’d let you go with your little coquettish remarks & HONEST greetings. or that playful glint in your eyes, it all means nothing, my dear old jackie. ❞
-- -- there it goes, that latin FLAME, a fiery iferno. a hungry gaze mar her eyes, & she wants to dismember him this instant. within the confines of her being, she refuses to acknowledge -- she doesn’t have the heart to, whereas externally, she wears a veneer insisting she does not have one. or, it had been crushed by the very man before her. whichever worked in her favour. the latter was more imprecise. ‘crushed’ was an over exaggeration. a lie of another lie, a lie that sounded like the truth.
❝ for once, i’m hoping you’ve an excuse. ❞
