@ironbvnes
“ that was the last time, “ he mutters, but he doesn’t know himself who he’s saying it more to. as if that isn’t something he has said the last.... five times. maybe more, he doesn’t like to keep track. anymore. eyes filled with hatred glaze over her, as he quickly zips up his pants. shirt soon follows, flying through the room from its abandoned place on the floor with a flick of his finger. they’ve been at this for a while now ---- too long ( which is something they might finally be able to agree on, too ). it makes him feel disgusting --- loathsome, but still, he can’t stop himself. so really, he’s weak, more than anything else. “ unfortunately, this won’t be the last i see of you, bones, “ he says, and voice becomes a little lower, a little more disgruntled. around her, the chivalry that runs so deep in his blood seems to fade, just a little bit. she makes him a little bit worse, a little bit more vile. if that’s even possible, when it comes to him. “ or will i be so lucky that you won’t attend the minister’s meeting tomorrow? “ at that, fingers move on to his shirt, quickly running over the buttons, slowly restoring himself to the image of perfection that allows him to sleep at night.
