stay v i c i o u s

                                      A  GLINT  IN  HER   eyes  as  she   t a k e s   him  in,    not  hiding  the  way  they  trail  over  his  reclining  form.      &&    hasn’t  she  ALWAYS  been  weak  for  a  bad  boy  with  a  good  car  ?     laughter  bubbles  past  CANDIED  lips,    doe-eyed  baby  blues  SPARKING  with  amusement  as  she  smiles,    the  prospect  of  PACKING  leaving  excitement  laced  wonder  to   c o l o r   her  thoughts.          ‘   what  kind  of  clothes  should  i  pack  ?     &&    how  MUCH  ?     you  know  DAD’LL  be  pretty  angry  if  i  just  up    &&    disappear.   ‘

                                  he can’t help but wait to watch her reaction, and he’s rather proud of this idea that he’s had. the fact that he’s scraped the money together over the months since he first had the idea is a proud moment before he laughs at her being so excited about this. “oh about a weekend’s worth of clothing. nothing overly fancy, we aren’t going out on the town, really.” it’s just a getaway at a hotel away from townsville and away from being a superhero for her. “as for your dad? leave him a note. say you’ll call him.”

                                     DETERMINATION  TIGHTENS  THE  LINE   of  her  jaw,    p u r s i n g   a  pink  cupid’s  bow.      she  steps  forward,    hands  moving  to  FLATTEN  over  his  chest,    tense  as  through  ready  to  PUSH  him  from  the  window,    to  let  him  fly  or  fall  on  his  own.     she’ll  show  HIM  wild,    show  him  she  can  be  just  as  tough,    every   b i t   as  reckless  as  her  sisters  can.      BUTTERCUP  isn’t  the  only  utonium  with  a  dash  of  spice  in  her.          ‘   i  can  be  WILD  when  i  want,    greenie.      you  don’t  know   a n y t h i n g   about  how  crazy  i  can  go  when  i  need  to.   ‘          muscles  TIGHTEN  through  sylph-like  arms  as  the  nymph  POISES  to  push  him  from  the  ledge.      but  his  words  give  her  pause,    INQUISITIVE  light  brimming  in  her  eyes.          ‘   curious  how  ?   ‘

                                          he watches her, takes in the sights he’s seen when they’ve gone toe to toe with one another. he tilts his head to the side, arching a brow. it seems as if she’s still on this kick that she needs to be tough when for once his defenses are down. it isn’t that she isn’t capable of being tough, it’s just that the tension in her form seems to not have vanished yet. as if she’s still thinking she needs to be ready for a fight. “I’m not talking about staying up past your bedtime or keeping your homework until the last second,” his tone is teasing as he leans forward. “I’m talking like doing shots with a fake ID, hell even without it. or stealing whatever you want because you want it. you know, I’m talking wild like the bad side of the tracks, Blue.” there’s a pause as he arches a brow. “oh, you know, like you’re too pure. what would it take to corrupt you.”

                                       IT  SEEMS  ODD  TO   her,    to  hear  him  so   s o f t   in  speech.     she  WANTS  to  believe  him,    to  trust  that  he  knows  what  she’s  CAPABLE  of,    that  he  considers  her  equal  in  every  way.      you  don’t  survive  so  many  villains  BENT  on  your  destruction  for  so  long  without  being  a  bit  of  a    t h r e a t    yourself.          ‘   i’m  good,    but  i’m  not  a  GOODY  TWO  SHOES.      i’m  not  a  baby,   green.   ‘          a  moment’s  consideration  as  she  thinks,    before  a  small  NOD  tilts  at  her  head.      aural  locks  shift  over  delicately  sloping  shoulders,    falling  from  the  BANDS  she’s  forgot  to  free  them  from  for  the  night.          ‘   as  long  as  you  don’t  pick  a  fight  with  me  again,    i  GUESS  i  can.      i  don’t  want  to  fight  anymore   t o n i g h t .   ‘

                                        this isn’t him, not really, he’s rough and ragged - torn at the edges and stitched back together. soft and gentle is not his style, but there’s something about her that softens him. he’s about to open his mouth, about to tell her that she is a goody two shoes once more before she nods, causing him to sigh a bit. while he said he would never call her it, he never once said he wouldn’t describe her as one. there’s a toughness to her, so a bit of teasing and a challenge won’t do any harm, right? “I never said you were a baby. that’s not what I said. I bet you’ve never walked on the wild side, though, right?” he watches, tempted to reach out and play with the hair, but stopping himself short. “I won’t. I’m curious about you, Blue.”

                                      SHE  TENSES  AT  HIS   words,    a   s p r i n g   coiled  tightly,    waiting  to  unload.     a  GLARE  fixes  itself  over  his  face,    a   f i r e   in  her  gut  stirring  at  the  statement.          ‘   i’m  not  a  goody  two  shoes.      i’ve  BEATEN  your  ass  raw  before,    you  know.      you   s h o u l d n ‘ t   underestimate  me.      everyone  always  does,    but  i’m  MORE  than  that.   ‘          like  a  whip,    her  voice  LASHES  at  his  skin,    metallic  venom  in  the  BLOSSOMING  tones.     her  jaw  sets,    anger  VIBRATING  through  her  tiny  frame.      she  hates  how  even  HE  treats  her  as  more  the  delicate  flower,    PURE  of  imperfection.      she’s  SO  much  more  than  she  appears,    the  SERPENT    &&    the  BLOOM  in  one.          ‘   i  DON’T  like  being  the  recipient  of  it.      i’m   s e n s i t i v e ,     you  know.      FORGIVE  ME  for  not  being  entirely  in   c o n t r o l   of  that  !   ‘

                                     he watches her, and he knows what it’s like to feel tension. he carries it well himself, and yet on her it looks adorable. “I’m not underestimating you, Bubbles.” the words are soft, non-threatening and he tilts his head to the side. “that being said you DO fight on the good side of things, and you are a good guy, right? it was just an observation.” he knows that he’s riling her, but he hasn’t MEANT to do such a thing. “and, for the record, I know you’re tough. I know you’re strong.” he states these facts as genuinely as possible, to let her know that he means it. “we each have our faults, but would you, for a second, not think of it as black and white? here here, if I promise to stop calling you a goody two shoes, you stop thinking I’m here to fight you.”

                                       LARGE  EYES  TRACE  HIS   movements,    t i r e d    &&    dim.     there’s  a  part  of  her  that  wants  to  SHUT  the  door  on  him,    to  close  him  out  of  her    l i f e    as  tightly  as  possible.     but  INFINITE  in  her  capacity  to  forgive,    her   p e t i t e   frame  overflowing  with  a  torrent  of  LOVING  kindness,    she  hears  him  out.     a    s h r u g    lifts  at  slim  shoulders,    night’s  shadows  falling  over  the  DIP  of  her  collar  bone,    leaving  her  almost  skeletal  for  the  briefest  moment  before  GIRLHOOD  returns.         ‘   you’re a ROWDYRUFF.   ‘              soft  spoken,    the  words  fall  with   p i n n a t e   grace,    as  though  they  offer  all  the  explanation  in  the  world.          ‘   besides,    it  certainly  seemed  like  a  good  enough  option  EARLIER  today.   ‘

                                   he can see the fatigue that hides behind usually bright blue hues, and perhaps it’s the shadows but he doesn’t necessarily pay attention to those details. this girl is incredibly kind and there are so many ways he could abuse that part of her personality. yet he doesn’t feel the need to. watching her carefully he tilts his head to the sides, leaning back against the sill. “yeah, and you’re a goody two shoes,” rowdyruff. it’s a title that has followed him and he’s PROUD of it, but he hates how it’s said as a negative word. “I have a short temper, forgive me for not being entirely in control of that.”

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                                     he’s patiently waiting, finding that flying honestly tires him more than it had in the past but if it’s the only way to get to her? he’ll do it. waiting patiently as he can watch a darkened form shuffle about the room he folds his arms over his chest, and then feels his lip curl upwards when he watches the window open. he narrows his eyes a bit as he listens to her, running his hand through his air and messing it up further. floating over to the window he places his foot on the edge, watching her as he brings a knee up to rest and arch a brow. “no? what gave you the impression that I’m here to fight, blue?”