Disease” the new single by Lady Gaga out now
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Disease” the new single by Lady Gaga out now
“Your body MY choice”
My knife YOUR life
"Sorry sorry!" But in reality he wasn't sorry at all; it was well worth it, and even teased an actual smile out of her. "But you looked so cute like that I couldn't resist." Well, in actuality she looked like a depressed squirrel with squished cheeks which would have automatically sent him cackling but he didn't dare do so in front of Lady A.
Actually, he didn't even know what compelled him to do so; it was truly a spur of the moment sort of thing.
"Won't do it again, promise." He held his hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. True to his word, he wouldn't do that again, but the memory of her face he's keeping because it is too hilarious.
Besides, he acomplished making her laugh and momentarily forgetting her sadness.
She almost smiles again but catches herself before she does. When did this happen? That this mere mortal can make her smile like this and forget herself?
Her shoulders straighten and her back lines up. Madame is in control now, not Little Ania. There's no one alive who remembers her anyway. "Don't ", she says sharply. "You don't know who you're playing with."
You've done it now, she thinks deep inside. You pushed him too far. He'll go away now. Good, another part of her says.
I can't stop listening to Disease and you shouldn't either
"You know, as hilarious as you think me being in love with you is some stockholm syndrome shit, let me make one thing clear: I'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with me."
"Who says that you love me?" Flabbergasted, but mostly embarrassed, her eyes dart everywhere but at him. Did someone know something she didn't?!
In hindsight this was probably not a good idea, especially since he couldn't recognise something as simple as sadness. Not really on purpose, his brain did not register.
So he did the most logically thing he could think, which absolutely was not logical in the slightest.
He literally cupped her face and squished her cheeks.
No he doesn't know why, but she does look cute to him in his mind. (jdsbndjfk based off memes from our ims lol)
Surprise lit her eyes wide. Then, astounding her as well, she laughed. That fake smile Danny manipulated with his hands transformed into a real one. She grabbed his hands and tugged them off. She felt something surge inside of her, something alive, churning inside of her dead shell. Something she hadn't felt in forever.
Lady dropped his hands back down to his sides and flung her smile back down. She couldn't allow herself to show him how he made her feel.
Damn it, girl. You're in too deep.
"Haven't you ever been told to keep your hands to yourself?"
"‘The only dead one here is me,’ he remarked with a weary smirk, unsure whether her whimsical demeanor was the result of madness or just another ploy in her elaborate game. Ordinarily, her antics would have sparked irritation within him, yet today, fatigue dulled his reactions, compelling him to switch strategies. ‘Well, if you have no use for them, I suppose I could just toss them out,’ he teased, allowing a playful jest to dance in his eyes, the levity a thin veil over the weight of their circumstances."
Her hand moves despite her brain screaming at it not to. Her fingers clasp the rubber banded stems, brushing against his surprisingly warm skin. If she had a beating heart, it would have leapt by now. Lady reminisces on the long lost feelings of warmth before she remembers that she's holding onto the flowers.
Damn it.
"Thank you. I'll find a vase for them. And leave it with the rest of my dead things." Her lips pull into a kind of sneer, her vain attempt at holding back a smile. She can't show him how happy she is at this gesture. She can't show him that she's fallen in love again.
What if he hurts her? What if she hurts him?
"Ok, happy now? As I promised, I did not get kidnapped again by some lunatic and I showed up." He had even brought her flowers as an "apology" for not showing up to the date she had forced him to agree to due to you know; having been kidnapped by some lunatic with a penchant for making him test their traps.
Seriously, that guy needed a better hobby and that's coming from him of all people.
She's touched, but she automatically hides it. Walls up. Impenetrable fortress. "OH, how sweet. You brought me something dead." It isn't how she feels, but she needs to push this boy away. He's becoming too important to her. What's happening to her?
Lady Gaga en los premios CFDA a la Moda celebrado en el Lincoln Center, Nueva York (06/06/2011). Lady Gaga llegando a la alfombra roja de la premiere de la película “Joker: Folie à Deux” en Londres, Inglaterra (25/09/2024).
She pouted, furrowing her brows at him. She could try persuading him through hypnosis, but that wasn't fun. No, she needed to beat his will down to hers or get him to not only accept her but to love and worship her as well.
"You're so mean. I've never been treated so badly before. " Maybe she had, but that wasn't important this moment. "I'll follow you anyway. Why don't we cut the crap?"
Just roll over and let me come with you, her brown eyes cut.
'This fucking nuisance,'
God, he had just about a few braincells left, and this woman was threatening to end them. Not like he had many to start with, but at this rate; she was simply stalling him, and he was losing his patience with her.
"FINE!" he snapped, already heading on his way, lower lip splitting from how much he was gnawing it in frustration. "You can come along, just don't annoy me anymore."
In hindesight, he figured it would have been easier to just accept from the very start, and let her come along anyway (as she said, she would follow him regardless, which is something he can fully believe having had to deal with her antics during his murders), but his pride would not allow him. Stubborness is all it was.
She turned her scarlet frown upside-down and pranced towards him as if intending to take his hand into hers. Not yet, she cautioned herself. Take your sweet time and have fun with it.
Her hand barely grazed his own before swifly being pulled away to her side. A quick action on her part before she ruined everything. Lady clicked her tongue, her brown eyes playful yet devoid of any emotion. "See how nice you can be! Didn't think you had it in you, did you?"
Quick thinking, huh? Don't think he bought it. He could probably see how you almost touched him and tried to play it off. You're getting sloppy, girl!
"Shall we get going?" She took a step forward, then stopped to look back at him. Desperate, she tried to pretend that the last few seconds had never happened. Lost time scattered in the wind.
Don't ask me for relationship advice cause I'll tell you to kill him
"Is this really nescessary?" Danny was somewhat amused as the other kept a tight hold on his arm. Ever since he joked about the weird people that were intent on trapping him, he now found himself constantly treated like a dog allowed a daily walk.
He did not know what to feel about this, but it was funny watching her.
"Do you want to wake up hanging upside down in someone else's basement?"
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