sofismo;

“And what if I love you back?” her voice was almost inaudible as she looked at him before glancing away to stop herself from crying. She inhaled a deep breath before looking back at him. 

Shaking his head at the other male repeatedly, as he turned around to look at him. “Oh no, no you aren’t saving your ass from that one. Just be lucky I’ve let you back inside. You’ll survive here it isn’t ice cold…” The older male took the Jackson’s hand off of him. “I don’t really like to cuddle anyways, thanks for the offer.”

“Assface,” she countered before he had the chance to keep talking.She was made, but she couldn’t say that things like this weren’t things that she found attractive about him. “Did you know that I’m gonna let you be stupid in the afterlife all by yourself? And I’m gonna keep my butt in this nice warm house, drinking this hot chocolate - the kind that I know you like. All by myself.” They were both stubborn, perhaps too stubborn, but it made them good…most of the time. “By Jack. Have fun out there.” She wondered how long it would take him to realize that they kept a spare key outside., hidden in a discrete spot of course.

Viviana felt her breath catch as he stepped closer, and she could feel heat rising to her cheeks. He made her nervous, in the way that she felt like her head was spinning especially when he flashed that perfect smile, or stood as close to her as he was now. It made her lose any trace of rational thought. Slowly, she closed the small space in between them, meeting his lips with hers. She had wanted him so badly. If she were being completely honest, she didn’t care about his wife, nor did she care that he was her employer. Her attraction for him had been getting stronger by the day, and urges she knew she couldn’t suppress for long had started building.

             though he has his head turned against the light, he can still hear && he’s not sure if he should read it as a GIFT or a C U R S E . panic rises in his chest as he hears the clatter of metal  against  metal—the heavy weight of tools, the lighter clinks of a thin knife———                      ( undoubtedly left D U L L so he wouldn’t have the pleasure of a clean c u t )

      when the sound of a chair scraping over rattles through the air, harper draws a sharp       breath && dares to look. he knew he had to look at some point—there was no differ-       ence if it was N O W or L A T E R . it was only a matter of time. 

                             his eyes flicker over the other has he speaks, not to memorize his features,                              but more to R E A D him—hope  to  A N T I C I P A T E  his next move. but                              his people skills were rusty at best &&  the look on the other’s face made it                              more && more obvious that he  was  COMMITTED to whatever act he was                              about to do. && there was no A P P E A L that would leave him unscathed. 

             he tries to take another breath, but finds it stuck in his own throat. 

   “ зачем? ” he stutters in panic—stumbling at B E S T . swallowing hard, he tries       again. “ why? what do you W A N T ? ”

“is that russian? —i have a russian friend. — a little cold over there, right?” he chuckled letting the smile hang on his lips. truth was, owen liked it best with the sense of confusion.        when his false charisma was easy to see through, and the other, whoever it was, thought he was crazy.      he liked it best when they were sure that he was  NOT  the kind to negotiate with and they were better off just giving him whatever he wanted. 

                             he leaned forward on the chair, twisting head just a little, just to make                              sure he could catch the other’s eyes.    “listen, this is gonna be really,                              really easy. you don’t have to worry at all...”  his tone was kind a soft,                              the expression somewhat concerned and reassuring.      “when i ask                              you a question, you answer it. if it seems like you are telling the truth,                              i move on to the next one. if it seems like you are lying. you get a little                              hurt. you answer everything and you leave. you don’t answer and you                              are going to ask me to kill you. —    also i don’t know is not accepted                              answer, so—                              —piece of cake, right?.”

mica was careful as she allowed the other to step closer, her heart aching at how she was easily giving in. “ how many times does it have to happen before you finally stop ? ” she looked down at her beat up, old converse before shaking her head slowly. “ this isn’t fair. you know i can never be mad at you for such a long time.. i’m so helpless, ” she choked out a quiet sigh before taking a step back, removing herself from him.

Zelda was taken back by his statement, her eyes darted downwards and her brows furrowed slightly. “Who told you that?” she asked in a soft voice.

“What? And I look like I know much about Math and geography?” Fayza, as a joke, pretended to feel affronted. Of course she knew much about the subjects, and combativeness was never in the quiet half-Lebanese jokester’s nature. She listened and nodded. “Sure; I’ll help you.” Nicking a line from Brooklyn Nine-Nine (whether purely as a joke or her strange way of flirting was unclear, perhaps even to herself), she told him, “But there is one rule: You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

Natalie let out an agitated sigh. “No shit, Sherlock!” The blonde exclaimed angrily. Tightening her jaw, she looked at him square in the face. She was far too surprised and annoyed to even notice how heavy his accent had gotten. “Why the hell did you want to see me, huh? And why the fuck didn’t you just listen to me and just stay away, huh?!”   

taylor laughed. “people really find it hard to say your name?” taylor noticed the signs of lack of sleep in the other, but he wasn’t about to say anything when the bags under his eyes had bags. “good call, the food is shitty. i guess it’s okay if you’re starving, but.” he shrugged. “right. there’s the pizza place, there’s the twenty four hour diner….also known as god’s gift to hospital workers. uh, mcdonalds. i don’t usually eat, if i do it’s a chocolate bar from the hospital. i mostly live off their gross coffee. pizza does sound good though.” taylor chuckled. “some of that hospital food makes me feel sick, so i try to avoid it.”

Raising her eyebrows in recognition of the foreign accent, she nodded. “Ah, yeah. You’re definitely not from around here, huh,” Georgie offered him a small smile. “There’s a nice little place not too far from here. It’s just around the corner, if you go left at the end of this street.”

Hadley nodded quietly. “I understand. Can’t stay I have too much more experience with this kind of thing. But, if we both want this. Then, I’m sure we can still make it work. We’re just going to have to… figure out how to make this work. I can wait, if you have to leave. But I’d like to know that you will come back for me”

Yolanthe gave him a skeptical look. “Because your FBI agent sister, wouldn’t catch on to a lie like that? Come on, now. You sure you want to deceive your own sister like that? Can you really not find some other really hot chick to do that with? I mean, who knows. Might end up hitting it off really well and maybe something will actually come of it that way!”