you'd be very handsome if not for your ability to irritate people
" and you'd be tolerable if not for the fact that every time you open your mouth, it makes me want to slap you with a ham sandwich. can't win them all, sweetheart. "
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you'd be very handsome if not for your ability to irritate people
" and you'd be tolerable if not for the fact that every time you open your mouth, it makes me want to slap you with a ham sandwich. can't win them all, sweetheart. "
@rahbid is causing conflict , ❛ I'm not interested in having that sort of relationship with you anymore. ❜
❛ ━━ ・❪ ᵡ ❫ ・━━ ❜
ᴄʟᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ & ɢʀɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ teeth grind their cuspidate into the other , the heavy meat of the tongue holding pressure behind bone , straining masseters beating to the erratic rhythm of my heart. All in a wasted attempt to keep burning tears at bay. Makeup from the night before now a muddy creek down my cheek.
When she was like this there’s nothing I can say , so I try anyways , ❛ I was never interested to begin with. ❜ Eyes darting past her face , past her head , why do I instigate , why do I try to make things worse ? ❛ That’s not ━ I don’t know why I said that , I’m ━ ❜ a heavy sleeve rises to my nose , ❛ I don’t know what more I can do for you , when you ━ you don’t , you don’t give BACK to me. ❜ Blurred from the running salt , I attempt to look her in the eyes , ❛ Bel . . . ❜
" let's get one thing straight, @rahbid. " she's elbow hung into knee, the harsh point of her finger a stark contrast to the slouch of her posture. " ----- i don't do drama. "
@rahbid: ❝ that’s rule number one. there is no need for language like that. ❞
memes, accepting
“ this is bullshit, ” he grunts, tossing the play money. plastic coins and paper bills sprinkle the floor like fallen leaves. (math has been a chronic thorn in his side all his life. the sorta difficulty bullies seized upon. big-mouthed schoolmates. what’s wrong with you, august? condescending adults. way too old to be counting on your fingers, kid.)
his chair skids noisily when he stands, eyes wet with unshed tears. august stalks to his bedroom. ignoring what, if anything, jezebel says. it isn’t until his door locks that he permits himself to cry, face burrowed in hands.
@rahbid / 💀
"... Uhhh..." He's been caught in somewhat of a sticky (can he get "caught taping my arm back to its socket with duct tape" for five-hundred, alex?) situation but, hey, he's been through worse. There's a soft plip of blood -- thick and... huh, fat? -- hitting the ground before Christoph snaps his head away. He grimaces. It got on his shoe. "... Shit, uhh-- fuck," he grumbled in the midst of turning his head back to her, "... Occupado?"
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--- HE IS NOT THERE TO PLAY ANY GAMES. It shows with how OPEN he glares at them. His gaze MERCILESS and HELLISH unlike the kinder waters of the area. Madara LIFTS his chin up higher to stare them down as he speaks. ❝ You must be a fool to believe I will take you remotely seriously. ❞
@rahbid - ♡ for JEZEBEL !
"you are absolutely ridiculous."
he's watching her walk along the edge of the brick wall that brackets the sidewalk they walk down, balancing her heels carefully on the knife's edge of the surface like she's not one misstep away from tumbling to the sidewalk. not that she cares, of course.
"when you fall, i'm going to laugh at you." no he's not.
eddie. eddie hey! kiss me < 3
"Kiss... You...?" He looks down to his feet. Fidgets a little with his fingers. "... I'm not sure. I should. I don't know how." It should be straight forward, but he grew up with a total lack of touch and affection. Every single thing seemed so foreign. "I can try." He holds her face, gently, like she did with him in the past. Very carefully, he approaches, hyper aware of the feeling of her skin under his.
He gives her a forehead kiss, the touch as soft as if it was the landing of a butterfly. Slowly, he lets her go and steps back, almost afraid to find out he messed up somehow. "... Is it like that?"
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