it can't rain all the time

                                                and I know she’ll be happy as his bride—

Hours of being introduced to honorable families, being forced to dance with suitors as dense as the bricks across which they waltzed, and smile upon painted smile. 

At least, this time, he had chosen someplace interesting. New York: a city full of promise and sin—just the right place for a girl like her. By this point, she had already ditched her guard, fled the expectant gazes waiting for her to break the poise and was searching for the way out of this hellhole. She needed the fresh air of the city’s bustling nightlife. She needed something to make her come alive. 

                                                      She needed to get the fuck out of here. 

Finally, he politely excused himself for a moment of fresh air, just a second to breathe and ground himself. The charade could be exhausting, but what else was he to do?

He made his exit and retreated from the hall, and was halfway to the gardens when he found his pathway blocked by another escapee; in fact he nearly ran into her. Discontent was rolling off of the stranger in waves, and he quickly reapplied his mask; albeit halfheartedly.

                ——————Rewind, rewind, rewind————

I remember that night… I just might regret that night for the rest of my days. But Miss Alexandrovich, I will never forget the first time I saw your face.

                                   “Where are you taking me?” 

                  “I’m about to change your life.” 

                                    “Then by all means, lead the way.” 

“When I fantasize at night it’s his eyes, as I romanticize what might have been if I hadn’t sized him up so quickly. 

                                                      To the groom! To the bride! 

"It’s not about satisfaction or the amount of love in my heart. I’m wild, Loki. People like me aren’t meant for these kinds of lives, for families and stability. People like me aren’t good enough to deserve all that. You put your heart in my hands and I’ll drop it. You give me happiness and I run.” She pauses and draws in a shaky breath. “I want it all. But I’m so tired of hurting the people I care about because I can’t be the person that they need.” 

He spreads his fingers and releases her, severing the tempting contact entirely, his arms falling listlessly to his sides. The eyes that rest on her are soft, however, belying the distance between them. Something far too understanding hides in their depths. Something far too close to love.

His grip is tighter than it has ever been and the action itself triggers all her instincts. Her eyes flicker up to meet his once again, this time with a measure of intrigue and mischief. A part of her mind registers how long it’s been since they’ve been in such close proximity. His words sink deep, bouncing off her skull and echoing, echoing, echoing his venom. His ”darling” darts from his lips like a bitter arrow, however, little does he know he’s missed his mark. 

His rant continues. Her eyes narrow, growing darker with her increasing ire. What gave him the right to tell her what she felt? How dare he have the audacity to swoop in, like some twisted knight, shit-talking the damsel into submission? 

And then that sickening name, spit in the same tone of voice she’d heard all her life. All at once, every fiber of her being is suddenly alive and positively livid. 

"Oh do tell me, darling, how becoming should I be? Would it suit you better if I went through all the motions? A perfect, painted doll of the woman you loved? Smiling and beautiful, but hollow through and through? Or maybe instead, one who could love you truly because God knows, I didn’t.” Her eyes flash with emotion, unconsciously contradicting the words she’s saying. Her teeth clench, her voice becomes more her own as the indifference gives way to vindictiveness. In dealing him the same blow he’d dealt her. ”You were nothing but a game, an entertainment to pass the time. But don’t fret, darling, you weren’t the only one, and you have by far been my favorite of my toys.” 

"You see, you have no idea what I want, Loki. If you did, then you would’ve been able to make me stay. You’re as much a pretender as I am." Her voice softens some and her eyes search his with a newfound desperation. Again, the echoing "darling", now seeping into her veins, mingling with all the other sweet words of his cracking free from her heart’s confines.

She presses her free hand against his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt lightly. “You know how tiring it is, how fruitless. Living as an outsider, watching a world flow around you that you can no longer be apart of…not truly.. You’ve been there, on the edge, and you let go….so why can’t you let me…?”  

"I could not make you stay," he says slowly, "because you did not know what you want." He pauses, bites back his anger, shakes his head.

Loki

I found some bruises that I didn’t have before… In places I don’t remember you touching. You weren’t lying when you said you had some tricks up your sleeve. I’ll be seeing you later, I’m expecting. Text me

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