ARCHETYPE.

she leans down and presses a soft kiss against her lips again. 

she kisses back, gentle and eager as her fingers carefully play with her, one shifting to lightly pinch a nipple.

“Why is it so important for you to feel pain?”

‘ imagine never knowing if you’re pushing yourself too far, or if you’ve broken something. imagine collapsing without knowing why because of an injury you can’t feel. think about that and tell me why i think it’s fuckin’ important. ‘

“What the fuck?”

‘ you should try it sometime. pretty therapeutic, ‘cept for the bleeding. ‘ and pain, probably, but she’s missing that.

he hands her the phone, gives her the decent - taken photo. “ not bad fer smart - assery, eh ? “

‘ it’s pretty fuckin’ good for smart-assery. impressive. ‘

“It’s okay.” 

rough hands are incredibly careful with her, gentle as she grasps her breasts.

her lips trail from hers again, moving along her jaw and down her neck. she nips lightly at the skin with every other kiss. 

‘ is this okay, bloem? ‘

“ You don’t know what I’ve done. ” “ You have failed me. ” “ We can talk when you get home. ” “ I love how you say ‘we’ to make it seem as though this wasn’t entirely your idea. ” “ Yeah well I mean, you have it, you should use it. ” “ I’ll just agree with you for now because I don’t want you getting mad at me. ” “ What happened to all of that debilitating self hatred of your appearance? ” “ I like not having to pay for things. ” “ We’re proud of you. ” “ Cool bag. ” “ Good luck with finding them. ” “ Be in the mouth of the wolf. ” “ Exactly. You’re not sure. ” “ What was the size? ” “ I’m sure that it did kill you. ” “ Oh dang. I know the feeling. Poor child. ” “ And by halfway, I mean I started only recently. ” “ It’s just habit. ” “ He can come and visit me in my natural habitat. ” “ I wouldn’t look good though. ” “ He would look good in a trash can. Let’s put him in one. ” “ Because you take joy both when being nice to someone and when antagonizing them. ” “ Smile lines are better than angry lines. ” “ How are you getting home? ” “ You’re the one who got snappy first. ” “ Sorry it’s such a huge deal for you. ” “ Well excuse me for just wondering what you’re up to. ” “ I want them broken up already. ” “ Will you pay me? ” “ I wanted to keep something of it. ” “ Don’t stuff it up! ” “ We will persevere. ” “ Too late now. Bad luck. ” “ Like ‘yeah. This is life.’ ” “ I’m exhausted. I just walked up two flights of stairs. ” “ Okay. Your vocabulary is very limited now. ” “ I feel like this is one of those stereotypical experiences. ”

there’s a moment of hesitation before she takes a risk, sliding her fingers under her shirt.

          “banana candies?” her voice is tinged with amusement, accepting the candle with a small smile. “like the kind you eat in your childhood? that’s a rather interesting way of looking at it. for me, it smells a little like flowers, but it isn’t too overbearing.”

‘ yeah, uh - you’re right. it is kinda floral. i dunno, maybe i’m just more a fan of sugar. ‘ she mentally hits herself. idiot.

’ anyway. would you like a french fry? ’

‘ hell yeah. you could have some mcflurry if y’dont mind germs. ‘

‘ indi. you’re back. hi. ’

say yes. say yes. for the love of everything say yes. let her in.

    ‘ —Ha !! That little punk ain’t got shit on me. ’ Rome watches as she attempts to quell the bleeding, unsure if he should offer help. He did just get his suit cleaned. ‘ Would you believe me if I said I had a meeting in that there shitstack building? ’ He jabs a thumb behind him. In truth, the meeting was over at noon. He’s just waiting.

‘  you’re better than bond then? shit, impressive. ‘

     “seyoon.”  he looks at her, breath whistling between teeth..  “what about you.”

‘ indiana. call me indi. ‘

He’s real good at pointing out the obvious and in no way done staring. In truth, Rourke was wondering how the other sob looked, assuming this was bred of a fight. He can at least relate, especially if he pictured his younger years as an assassin. ‘ —So.. how’s your day going? ’

‘ it’s going okay. what’s a handsome fuck like you doin’ in a shitstack like this. ‘ again, classy.