@nefehsh CONT. FROM HERE.
❝ we talkin’ about the same species, here? HARMLESS? A GUY? no such animal. ❞ cynicism and ruthlessness strike into the hearts of boys. settle an invisible score, one only faith can count and conquer. [ though underneath is a wounded, bleeding heart; wound not yet to close and threatens to pool at any given moment. ]
THE JOKE FALLS UPON THE BLONDE; faith doesn’t drive and the car she’s caught at merely has a shiny piece of property she likes, caught in the corner of her eye ( sue her ). ❝ OR WHAT, BLONDIE? you gonna put your hands on me and make me? rough me up a little to make pilattes class on time? ❞ lips part, laughter follows, smirk tugs at the corners of maroon lips, a challenge presented through auburn eyes [ AND FAITH HATES TO LOSE ], frame leans ever so slightly toward the blonde, head canting to the side with a sharp single nod. ❝ ⸺ c’mon then, make me. ❞
