beauty of the beast.

So I’m going to go through and unfollow every single blog that I have reached out to that’s made little to no effort to plot or interact with me. There’s no point in following if you’re clearly not interested.

I’ve also deleted a few muses that nobody seemed to care about.

          “But this is free. Everything is better when you don’t have to pay for it.” Mitchie wasn’t meaning to sound condescending – but she was desperate. Christmas was so close, and she knew her younger sister was sure to show up with someone on her arm. Then the entire weekend all conversation would be about their relationship and everyone would ask when Mitchie would bring someone home. She could not stand that humiliation. “I’ll be there, you can hang out with me. And we can get drunk out of the fancy glasses and make fun of the stiff old people at my mom’s Christmas party. Come on, for me?” 

“You say free like I need free food. I’m not poor, you know. I’ve got a nice bank account.” The male huffs, falling further into that spot between irritation and being insulted. Does she realize how she’s making this sound? Yangi crosses his arms over his chest, feeling the stubborn part of him dig its claws into the ground. “That still doesn’t sound fun, even with the getting drunk part. Why is it so important to have a date? I’m not a toy, nor am I a companion for hire. I have some pride, you know.” Mitchie will have to pull out the big guns if she wants to convince her stubborn pal.

✧ — it doesn’t even occur to miyeon to consider minhee’s feelings as she prepares for her date, knowing on some level that it must be clear to the other what she’s up to, but having become far too accustomed over the years to overlooking other’s feelings that she doesn’t particularly care. she does, however, notice the odd tone of minhee’s voice when she calls out her goodbye, the tone causing a rush of something akin to pity to flow through her, causing her to pause on her way to the door and turn towards the other girl with a small smile. ❛ aw, are you gonna miss me, honey? ❜ she asks, only partially sincere. she smile widens just a bit as she walks over, moving a strand of hair away from minhee’s face when she’s close enough, standing right in front of her. ❛ how about you show me, ❜ she teases, stroking the girl’s cheek sweetly even as she’s taunting her. ❛ give me a reason to stay. ❜

Where pain has been clutching at her chest, anger starts to slowly bubble up along side it when Minhee catches a glimpse of Miyeon’s smile. The woman is not sorry, that much is evident by the amused expression on her face. To Miyeon, Minnie is nothing more than a little game. How could someone treat another human being like this? As she feels the touch along her cheeks, Minnie’s expression sets. It’s a mixture between both anger and hurt, because she’s terrible at hiding it. However, she’s weak against Miyeon. Where she normally is quick to voice her opinions and judge others, it seems as though she is a completely different person when faced with the woman in front of her. “You know that’s not my style,” she whispers as she steps away, out of Miyeon’s reach. She isn’t going to compete for Miyeon’s affection.

Those were probably memories that never needed to come up again, being that they were from a different time. However, she wanted to make new memories there, ones that weren’t filled with memories of desperately wanting to make it. “Of course I’ll pay. Honestly, I’ll probably have an amaretto sour. It’s been awhile since I’ve had one of those.” Not that she minds paying, she’s got enough to set her up comfortably at this point for the rest of her life.

“Alright, then I’ll go. How can I say no?” A bright smile is offered toward her friend, and Minnie is already rising from her perch. She gathers her purse and slings it over her shoulder, looking down at Kaylee expectantly. “But I better not see any crazy pictures showing up on Facebook or Instagram tomorrow morning.” Her words are teasing as she points and accusatory finger at the other.