#themilesellis

[reinarhodes]

8, 18, 21, 27, 56

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8 — White, dark, or milk chocolate?

At just the thought of eating chocolate, her nose wrinkles in disgust. “None. My God, I’m not about to put that shit in my body.” No carbs, no sugar, no dairy — unless she’s drunk eating cheese. That’s Reina’s way. “Maybe dark chocolate, if I absolutely had to choose.”

18 — What’s your favorite love song? & 21 — Romantic or platonic love?

Answered & answered!

27 — “You’re family — no questions asked.”

Family isn’t something Reina’s ever thought she’d have an abundance of. Growing up she never truly had one of her own, just a few different foster families until she settled in the last and final one that was more hell than home. It’s why she had such an affinity to Miles in the first place, she saw herself in the struggling kid trying to pickpocket her on the streets of Memphis. It’s why her throat closes and her eyes burn just slightly when he calls her family. Somehow, despite everything, Reina’s managed to build up this little family for herself against all odds and for Miles to remind her of that has her more emotional than she’d ever like to be.

Of course, Reina wouldn’t be caught dead showing said emotion. Quickly, she manages to get ahold of herself, clearing her throat as she rolls her eyes. Damn him for making her look like a soft bitch just with a few words. “Yes, Miles, I’m aware,” she shakes her head, masking her feelings with sarcasm. Much better. “I’ve been regretting it since I plucked you from the streets fifteen years ago.” @themilesellis

56 — Our muses at a floral shop

FLASHBACK DRABBLE —

Flower shopping isn’t the most fun Reina’s ever had, that’s for sure. But she’s a control freak by nature, so when Miles came to her telling her he wanted to get a girl flowers to impress her, she obviously had to take the reins. Knowing him, he’d get something ugly and embarrass himself, and that simply wouldn’t fly with Reina.

Her suspicions are confirmed when he comes to her with a bunch of ugly pink peonies, and Reina almost gags at the sight of them — not to mention the smell. “Don’t get her those,” she says, incredulous that he’d even consider such a thing. “Jesus Christ, Miles, do you want her to laugh in your face? Those are the ugliest fucking flowers I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes drift over the selection before she settles on some nice, white lilies and hands them over to him.

“Something like this is nice. Simple and pretty.” Probably just like the dumb bitch he’s decided he needs to woo, she thinks to herself, but Reina keeps the dig inside. If Miles wants to make a fool of himself and get a girl he likes flowers, then she’ll support him however she can. 

Coming up behind him, Reina puts her hands on his shoulders and gives a squeeze before plucking the flowers back to go pay for them. Before she leaves, though, she looks him dead in the eye, hoping her words of encouragement might give him a little more confidence. “She’ll love them.” And if she doesn’t, Reina doesn’t mind showing her what happens when you fuck with a Rhodes.