Another Day In Paradise

i  will  get  invested  almost  instantly. 

i  will  invade  your  inbox  //  im’s  //  discord  etc  for  plots  //  headcanon’s  //  and  general  yelling  about  our  ship. 

i  will  tag  you  in  gifsets  //  images  //  posts  that  remind  me  of  our  ship.  

i  will  send  you  almost  every  meme  you  reblog  //  pop  into  your  ask  IC  spontaneously.  

i  will  get  on  your  nerves  eventually  but  that’s  fine  we’re  fine  it’s  fine.  

THE RIGHTFUL KING

You are doing your duty. You are doing what you were told. It played like a mantra in his head, an attempt to make this whole situation seem a little less terrible. It was for the best, right? To keep people in line. To ensure that more ‘villains’ didn’t end up on the streets.

He accepted the shove, stumbling backwards for a few steps as everyone moved in, sorrow in his eyes as she made a run for it. Feelings were secondary. At least she was blaming him - it meant that she would, hopefully, only resent him whenever she was introduced back into society somewhere down the line.

But then his hopes were dashed, the brusque order given by a man who looked suspiciously like a mercenary enough to make his blood run cold. “Sir, I believe that it would be in everyone’s best interest to apprehend Miss Nicholescu alive.” The words were flowing of their own volition, the android’s focus almost solely on the pounding of feet outside and the overwhelming desire to find the woman he had just doomed to death captivity.

“Excuse me. I believe that I will be more effective than your men at apprehending this individual.” He didn’t wait for a response, already out of the room and on the tail of the armed men chasing Catya. They were neanderthals in comparison to him, there weren’t many places to hide, she had to be somewhere behind the mass of men.

"Now you suddenly care?" She laughed quietly as the men searched the rooftops. She had pulled out the backpack from behind the dumpster, full of clothes and a short blonde wig. She pulled the shirt off in the darkness, replacing it with the button up shirt from the thrift store she frequented for clothes. Putting on the wig she threw the backpack and clothes quietly in the dumpster.

"Suddenly this isn't a good idea? No kidding they want me dead." She stated shoving past him to exit the alley.

"So what now? You going to try and take me in? I'll fight. I don't mind hunting monsters." She growled looking deep into his eyes from the shadow of the building. The shadows boiled around her like water. Grasping at anything they could reach enveloping it like a miasma.

The tender look and comfort was gone from her eyes when she looked at him. Nothing was left but the pain and betrayal. He signed a deathwish for her. He mine as well have signed her certificate of deceased.