@guardscape asked, for somnus : i promise. i will hate you.
beneath this visage of an entity, cruelty detailing every wrinkle in its countenance, lay the consciousness of a girl before she’d turned sour. this, of course, is the rouse she’d like to play before : in her perfectly cut tennis skirts and sweetheart smile, the kind that made you feel like the only guy in the world. the one she’d worn again and again in the presence of ian himself, sickeningly sweet and maliciously targeted. bela ingold hears these words as he speaks them, and brings to her eyes tears, genuine and sincere, as she pulls at her hair and shoves the strands off her face, holding her head in the process. ––– and, in the following instant, she drops it, wiping the stains on her cheek away with an aggressive motion. ❝ is that what you want? ❞ her voice is cool, and calm, and collected, as she takes slow steps towards him.
❝ you want me to cry and ask you to forgive me? ––– you want me to beg you for it? ❞ what was neutral before turns angry throughout her features, a frown forming as she cocks her head to the side. ❝ all because –– i love you so much. like a little puppy. ❞ she sneers before returning her expression to its base form, severing herself as she was so happily used to. now you see the heart on my sleeve & now you don’t, because was the heart even real to begin with? WAS ANY OF THIS? –– with little hesitation, but a prolonged movement, lingering as she makes it, she places her palm to his cheek, and looks as him at straight on as possible. ❝ that means nothing to me. ❞ the words sound out viciously, pointed and sharp like jagged knives.
❝ i will hate you back. ❞
