deadwaxed:
she’d hinted at her arrival ( she hadn’t ) ; but still … what else , or who else , did matthew donovan have the time of day for ? it’s not like he was some big actor or anything , hell , blaze was lucky if she could name three of the projects he’d been in … kidding. if anything , her presence should’ve been a blessing , a gift that was a rarity ; but when it gave , it kept on giving. the engine roared as she flew down the driveway , bypassing the luxurious security system , one hand barely grazing the steering wheel while she laid on the horn. like a bull in a china shop , that ever so pleasant evening air was tainted by the heavy bass that thudded from the fm radio of her brand new whip. was it an impulse purchase ? perhaps. tires screeched , guaranteeing her mark be left right at the actor’s doorstep for eternity –– or at least until he snapped his fingers , inviting a crew to repair the piece of history.
“ jesus christ , ” if only there was a way to contact him without leaving the comfort of her driver’s seat ; like a portable phone , no strings attached –– would’ve been even cooler if she could write a message instead. with her patience wearing thin , she tossed her head back and jammed the heel of her palm into the horn just one more time. “ come on , i know you’re in there , ” she mumbled to herself , and then finally , a familiar face emerged from what seemed like an abyss. “ damn , man , am i interrupting something ? what took you so long ? ” she shot him that million dollar grin. / @fortuitcus
lazily sprawled across a twenty - thousand dollar couch , was a middle - aged , beautifully decaying man who really has very little care for anyone or anything . but the ultimate exception , as of the moment , would have to be his career ( and his two dogs , maybe . maybe ) . and so , as his scanned the critique from his most recent performance , the nonchalant expression was gradually replaced by a distinct anger ; brows furrowing , heart palpitations , tip of his hearts tinting crimson . he snapped up , the paper crunching within his white - knuckled grasp , he couldn’t believe it . a complete debasement of his performance , which he ardently thought was his best one yet ! he continues to read the a paper half in anguish and the other in foolish expectation , desperately searching for even one sentence of validation . despite his insouciant and rather cold - hearted exterior , he was a very sensitive man , you see . and due to the unfortunate influences of his life , he has a precariously built ethical foundation and a morally dubious compass . the roar of the engine was drowned out by his pounding heart , a rabid thing beating against its cage in a fit of total fury .
it’s only when the noise gets closer , the music becomes clearer and matthew identifies who his surprise visitor may be . though , it’s not much of a surprise , considering how much she’s actually dropped by in surprise . he finally finished the review , eyebrows raised , mouth agape , completely taken aback by the slander to , in his professional opinion , his best and most comprehensive performance yet . ( maybe he should just sleep with the critics too ... ) the sound of car horn drags him out of his dangerous reverie and he moves the curtain away from the window , knees on the couch to get a better look at all the commotion . he rolls his eyes at the identity but really is more than grateful for the company . he gives her his middle finger before hopping down from the couch to grab his coat , partially crunched - up piece of paper still in his hand . “ you would not believe the shit i’ve read . ” he shakes his head , humourless laugh slips from his lips as he enters the passenger’s seat . “ you know what , i am so tired of this industry , i just ... whatever , i hope you don’t have any plans tonight because we are getting absolutely blitzed .”














