BE BRAVE.

            “   NOW THAT DOESN’T sound like my fiancée at all.   ”

          “   I WAS KIND OF BUSY.   ”    heeled boot atop a slumped form,   arms fold across her chest.    “   what were you doing over there,   anyway?   ”

          “   SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT than being the first royal porn star?    that’s not how this works,   princess.   ”

                    ❛     you   missed   me      —–     ❜     statement,    no   question.     a   silken   simper   curls   the   corners   of   crimson   lips,    features   bereft   of   emotion.     she   toys   with   him   :     they   are   both   the   cat     &     the   mouse,    predator     &     prey.     ❛     —–     aw,    matty  -  kins.     i   missed   you   too.     ❜          /     @bravity   !

——   ❛   WELL,    IF   YOU’RE   HERE,   IT’S   likely   ‘cause   you   want   something.    ❜    it   never   changes.    he   doesn’t   suspect   today’s   the   exception   to   their   routine.    firmly,   arms   double   over   the   broad   expanse   of   his   chest.     he   watches   her   closely,    practicing   caution   ever   after   all   these   years.    

                              ‘     wow ,  tea .     ’  his  voice  raises ,  feigning  surprise .  eyes  never  lose  focus  on  the  phone  in  hand .  ‘     if  only  sarcasm  could  get  us  out  of  this  mess .  i’m  texting  mom  and  dad .     ’

@bravity didn’t ask for a starter .

               ‘     since  we  missed  the  train is  there  like .  .  .  a  magical  uber  that  can  get  us  to  school  ?     ’

‘  IT’S  THE   SKEPTIC   IN   ME.  ‘  lip   twitches  and  oh  how  she   longs   for   absolution .  what   gods  had   sought   to   place   them  here  ?  (    at   least   ,   together   )    admiration  teeters  upon  her   gaze   at   ben  ,   worry   waved   away  for   moment   of   brevity  ,    the  sweetness  of   vocals   crashing  over   her.    ‘  there’s    just   —–  ‘   enemies  ,   enemies  ,  enemies .   for   she  ,  the   outsider  , never    faired   well   in   rooms   of   riches .   ‘  i’m   not   dancing .  ‘  dimples   press   into   cheeks  ,   jest   light   hearted   as   could   be.  

——   ❛    THAT’S   A   RELIEF.    ❜    her   countenance   is   sought   by   his   softened   gaze,     smile   gleaming   among   flecks   of   green   to   compensate   for   what   it   lacks   at   the   corners   of   his   mouth.     ❛    i’m   not   much   of   a   dancer   myself.    ❜    so,   perhaps   he   has   allowed   himself   the   rights   to   a   mere   white   lie.    no   harm   intended.    he   only   looks   to   relinquish   her   of   her   debatably   unreasonable   nerves   by   offering   something   relatable   in   a   room   filled   with   things   that   are   anything   but.