#reapeir

[cruoren]

                            ❝    this is absolute slander.    ❞

[goldbuiltmoved]

@reapeir​  said:   “Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

"   𝖚𝖓-𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌-𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊,   "   is    the    only    response    he    can    muster    at    first,    staring    at    nova    like    he    wants    to    pierce    through    her    with    his    gaze    alone.    she’s    unwavering,    𝐚    𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞    𝐨𝐟    𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞,    something    that    has    always    drawn    him    to    her    and,    yet,    here    she    is:    questioning    him.    calloused    fingers    run    through    tawny    hair,    tugging    at    the    ends    as    if    it’ll    help    him    feel    a    little    less    frustrated    ------    it    doesn’t.     “    i    don’t    understand    you,    you    know    that?    i    don’t    waste    my    time    with    people    i    have    no    interest    in,    you    should    know    that    by    now.   “           words    are    spat    through    gritted    teeth,    frustration    and    impatience    blending    like    poor    watercolors.     “    you’re    impossible    to    please,    no    matter    what    i    do.    let’s    just    forget    that    i    let    you    see    me    at    my    worst,    that    i    let    you    in.”    he    says    almost    sarcastically,    scoffing    soon    after.     “    you    trying    to    push    me    away    until    it    sticks?    is    that    it?   “           eyebrows    raise    as    he    begins    to    walk    towards    her,    stopping    once    they’re    too    close.     “    careful,    you    just    might    get    what    you    want.   “

[svpe-a]

@reapeir​ reported: ❝ how did you find me?  ❞ //  being human sentence starters

“Call it ‘reporters luck’,” Clark replies, coming to a halt and pretending to hold a stitch. “I saw you were in a spot of trouble so I ran over to help.” There is a slightly awkward pause as he continues with his human act. “It seems like you have everything under control, I guess I won’t have to swing my bag at some troublemakers after all.” The corners of his lips curl up in a small smile, before being replaced by a ripple of concern as the streetlight above them flickers slightly. “It’s getting quite late, would you like me to call you a cab or something? These streets can be dangerous at this time of night.” 

[francieu]

           ❛         you’re     𝘖𝘕   𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌    to     my    games   ,         i’ll    be    on    time    to   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   show.           ❜

*                         @reapeir​  

[spymade-a]

one   --   liner    starter.   @reapeir​

“    people    will    never    bleed    enough    to    fulfil    your    vision    of    justice.    ”

[spookttacular-a]

                            ❛    it doesn’t even matter all the things i say..       ━━     cause nobody is listening to me anyway...     ❜

                        STARTER CALL   //   @reapeir​  //   BEA MILLER -     OUTSIDE

[rgerza]

THE   PRESSURE   IS   ALMOST   TOO   MUCH.   he   almost   wants   to   just   crahs   and   burn   under   it.   but   he   doesn’t.   steve   doesn’t   for   her.   “   it’s   not   !!   “   he   opens   up.   “   it’s   not   all   in   your   head.   minnie,   i’ve   been   having   feels   for   months.   but   you’re   so   ...   frustrating   to   love   !!   “   and   now   it’t   out   there.   THE   TRUTH.   words   he   can’t   take   back.   and   maybe   it’s   good   like   that.   maybe   it’s   good   they   are   finally   forced   to   speak   about   it.   

@reapeir​   said:   “   if   it’s   all   in   my   head,   tell   me   now.   tell   me   i’ve   got   it   wrong.   “

[rgerza]

    THE   WALLET   IS   PUT   AWAY   BEFORE   SHE   CAN   LOOK   AT   IT   MUCH   LONGER.   he   doesn’t   really   want   to   share   that   side   of   him   with   her.   not   anymore.   not   after   their   last   conversation.   not   after   they   had   so   brutally   blown   up   and   never   spoke   to   each   other   since   then.   steve,   ever   the   peacemaker,   suffered   under   the   situation   so   tremendously,   but   he   knew   she   probably   couldn't   care   less   whether   he   was   in   her   life   or   not.   prying   eyes   made   him   uncomfortable,   so   instead,   dirty   blond   clears   his   throat,   pays   for   the   coffee.   “   it’s   nothing.   “   he   tries   to   hide   the   true   meaning   behind   the   action.

just   a   cup   of   coffee.   he   could   get   through   that.   he   could   share   that   with   her   without   being   reminded   at   how   loud   her   voice   had   been   in   his   ears   and   how   she   had   asked   him   to   leave.   he   could   put   that   all   aside   for   a   moment   and   swallow   his   emotions.   good   little   soldier.   always   the   best,   hm   ?   steve   finds   them   a   spot   in   the   sun   to   sit   down   at.   what   a   casual   moment   in   contrast   to   who   they   were   and   what   they   life   was   like.   maybe   the   kind   of   normality   he   craved.   craved   and   never   received.

@reapeir​   said:   “   my   pictures   in   your   wallet   ?   “