#ianthe b

[trashkidheartcrash]

[trashkidheartcrash]

irreplaceable honey // mid-levels; nowhere's camp

he pushed her away, growing anxious at her quivering, longing look. Ianthe’s lip trembled but she made no sound. 

- you have no… motherfucking idea who i am! - he snarled at her once he caught his breath. his fist opened and closed in order to loose his tense muscles. by now he knew perfectly well how fast did annoyed escalated to furious. - so just– just stop approaching me like you wanna help me; im not some fucking project guy you gonna nail!

she bit the inside of lip slightly, taking a deep breath. of course he did not know. he never knew. and of course he’d be freaked out.

after all, she’d been prowling around him ever since she found him this time; offering him mint leaves and cheesefingers, asking about his art, commenting on the awful cold weather and making bromantic jokes every time she could.

she also recently learned he had developed a peanut allergy.

- but Tori i don’t wanna nail y– she tried sounding amiable. he was almost like a rabid dog. heh, he could be a rabid dog alright.

- sssstop that thing you do then- he hissed furiously- stop trying to get me to like you!- he huffed- you were cool alright but now you’re being a creepy ass gal!

- i’m not– she tried desperately. 

- don’t ever try to– he sucked in air to keep his rant going- half hug me again– you get that? ever fucking again–!

- well i’m sorry!- she excused herself and scoffed. so much for trying to help the love of all your lives when he’s sulking like a little bitch. - it’s not your style to be an asshole about comfort though. we already know each other for like 6 months, i think? we’re acquaintances now.

well at least Tori closed his loud mouth this time and just stared intently at her.

- you must really not know about me.

Ianthe raised her full dark eyebrows at him. - that you’re a whiny, irksome little prick when it comes to bonding with normal, breathing people?? yeah, i know a little bit of that.

he clenched his jaw but did not reply.

- Tori,- she started off again with a softer tone.- i know Juliette didn’t mean to scratch you like that. you should put honey all over that.

he squinted at her suspiciously, ready to make a remark on how she supposedly didn’t know Juliette either, but didn’t. -weird. you straight up guessed honey.

she smiled in return and shrugged. - i happen to be very good at guessing things, you could say.

like, for instance, that specific thing Tori uses to heal up his wounds. but, you know, it was common knowledge as well. not in the least way creepy. nope. she frowned slightly.

- your next guess should be that we’re not ever gonna fuck.

she outright laughed at that. - my next guess is that you’re gonna eat more than half of the honey on your way back here.

he squinted at her again, the corner of his lips slightly tugging upwards. he was having fun. riddles. that too.

- and after that?

- you’re gonna make a sex-related joke to see how well do i handle it. and based on that, you’re gonna decide if we can be friends.

he snorted. - sounds like you got me all figured out.

she gave an innocent shrug again as he stood up to get said honey. 

all figured out, she thought calmly.

in every single damn universe.