witherins asked: ‘ you can’t blame me , darling . not even a little bit . ’ from tyb
arden was not about to let herself be bothered by tybalt song . he was exactly the kind of person who felt like he was above everybody for one reason or another and didn’t care what it made him . so while she wouldn’t hesitate to express her distaste , she was never going to exhaust herself over him . he’d made himself , at least to her , impossible . not to mention she didn’t particularly care to know him . arden knew she had the unfortunate connection to him through lucia , but she never promised to even attempt to be nice . his presence in her home only sped up the rate at which she was gathering her things to head to rome’s , anything to avoid looking at something even shakespeare would regret creating . “ no one said i blamed you . ” she scoffed , grabbing her keys and jacket before picking up the remote . on her way out , arden pushed the plastic into tybalt’s chest with just enough force to make his knees hit the front of the couch while flashing him a smile , “ don’t call me darling . ” the words are chirpy , with no weight or bite to them , praying she gets to see the annoyance flash in his eyes before she closes the door . “ don’t mind the mess , she’ll be home soon ! ” // @witherins
