closed starter for @svndowning ft. michael and darcy.
michael's jaw clenched as he took in a deep breath, trying to think of the best way to confront darcy. he'd never been the type to 'think' about how to approach people -- he simply did. he was blunt and saw no reason to consider how people would react to him. but, darcy was different. he'd wanted to be desirable and liked. but, now, what did that matter? just a bet. it was like being in primary school all over again. "you're just like all of them," he said, stepping in front of darcy at the party he wasn't invited to. "you're a fucking liar -- an aristocratic fuck," he practically spat. he didn't cry, but something was stinging his eyes and he wasn't too sure if was smoke. "don't speak to me again, darcy. you've had your fun," michael said with a shake of his head and a painful, bitter smile before turning to find the closest escape.