soft love.

I used to think I knew what it was to claim a dragon, but I understand now that what I thought I knew is ash in the wind. Perhaps it is blood. Or worth. Or perhaps it's something else.

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"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

@khaleesiie ―   ♡'d   for   a   starter   .   ―   “   can   you   just   tell   me   what   i   did   already   ?   ”

" why ? so you can tell me it's all in my head?" a faint, bitter laugh escapes plump petals as slender legs carry her further into the room. "where were you last night? and why is there another woman's voice in the voicemail you left me?"

@khaleesiie ―   ♡'d   for   a   starter   .   ―      “   so   you   show   up   here   and   expect   me   to   just   forgive   you   …   is   that   it   ?   well   ,   breaking   fucking   news   :   it’s   not   happening   .   ”

"sounds really fucking bad when you put it like that," mumbles under his breath, dark hues glancing around their surroundings before focusing on familiar feautres. " can we just talk ? somewhere private ? "

"didn't your mama warn you to stay away from girls like me ?"

"oh, she definitely did." but then again his parents always believed they could hand pick whoever he dated. "i was just never a good listener, i'm afraid." much to his father's absolute dismay.

tries   to   mask   her   hurt   and   disappointment   ,   secretly   thankful   for   the   distraction   he's   providing   so   she   doesn't   lose   herself   in   the   heartache   consuming   her   chest   .   "   how   chivalrous   of   you   .   nobody   else   available   for   you   to   annoy   ?   surprised   you're   here   on   a   friday   night   — would   expect   you   to   be   out   already   .   "   isn't   sure   whether   she's   lucky   he's   here   to   keep   her   company   ,   or   not   .   afterall   ,   it's   pathetically   embarrassing   that   she   got   this   dolled   up   only   to   be   left   and   forgotten   .   eyes   him   suspiciously   at   his   offer   ,   "   i   think   alcohol   will   only   make   things   worse   ,   "   admits   ,   and   then   ,   she's   relaxing   further   into   the   couch   and   tilting   her   chin   in   the   direction   of   the   kitchen   ,   "   you   have   vodka , bartender   ?   "

she's not wrong. he's not usually home on a friday night, but the moment she stepped into his appartment, his plans had been long forgotten. doesn't even care if said plans start blowing up his phone because nothing out there could possibly compete with the sight of her sitting on his couch, even if it does break his heart to see her like this. "ouch, good to know my sparkling company is so highly valued." words come out teasingly, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as straightens up and steps closer. pulls up his phone from his pocket, casually flipping it to silent before tossing it face down onto the coffee table, letting the screen go black on whatever texts were waiting for him. "vodka it is," he nods, already moving toward the kitchen, amusement clear on his features. "do you want any snacks with it?"

brows   pull   at   the   harsh   laugh   that   bubbles   out   of   usual   smiling   brims   and   he's   frowning   ,   "   yes   ,   syd   ..   i'm   always   here   for   you   .   you   know   that   .   is   there   a   joke   i'm   missing   ?   "   timbre   is   rougher   than   he   meant   it   to   be   ,   but   irritation   is   starting   to   mount   .   not   only   with   her   ,   but   himself   ,   and   his   girlfriend   ,   and   the   whole   lot   of   it   .   it's   drama   that   he   doesn't   deem   necessary   — and   it's   starting   to   wear   on   him   .   "   i   know   ,   i   know   ...   but   she   thinks   we're   too   close   ,   or   whatever   .   that   there's   — "   feelings   involved   is   what   he   doesn't   say   .   and   the   problem   is   ,   she   isn't   completely   wrong   .   there   were   definitely   feelings   involved   ,   but   he'd   laid   those   to   rest   (   or   convinced   himself   he   did   )   and   melanie   could   sense   it   .   "   come   on   ,   that's   not   true   .   that's   bullshit   .   i'm   here   right   now   ,   aren't   i   ?   i   didn't choose   anybody   over   anyone   .   i'm   just   ..   trying   to   make   everyone   happy   and   it's   proving   damn   near   impossible   .   i   don't   want   to   have   to   choose   — there's   no   reason   we   can't   all   ...   coexist   .   "

 she's an idiot. a complete idiot. she could be anywhere she wanted right now. hooking up with some senator's son in a fancy hotel, drinking expensive champagne and pretending she didn't have a care in the world. instead, she's somewhere where she's clearly not wanted. "i — i thought i was your best friend. the one constant in your life, and you're talking about me like i'm some old habit you're trying to bargain to keep." slender legs take a step back, putting some physical distance between them. she isn't even sure what hurts more, the way he makes it seems like all those years, all the secrets and memories they shared meant nothing, all because of a girlfriend that would probably be gone by next month. "our friendship was never a problem before, if anything, she's making it one."

[ ! ] content warning: kissing, body image, alcohol, physical violence