A - TRAIN,

a   scoff   left   her   lips   as   hazel   eyes   watched   a   -   train   lounge   in   her   office   chair   as   though   it   belonged   to   him   .   coincidentally   ,   perhaps   it   did   .   (   he   could   ,   if   he   wanted   ,   squash   amelia   like   a   bug   )   beneath   his   sneakers   .   that   fact   alone   should   have   given   the   lawyer   pause   ,   and   yet   somehow   it   only   strengthened   her   belief   that   he   ought   to   remove   himself   from   her   vicinity   all   the   sooner   .   ❝   .   .   .   it   is   miss   bach   to   you   .   ❞   amelia   reminded   him   with   a   sharp   undertone   of   irritation   .   (   alas   ,   unable   to   resist   offering   another   verbal   jab   )   ,   she   eventually   added   :   ❝   .   .   .   on   second   thought   .   .   .   forget   that   .   for   you   ,   it   is   lady   bach   .   ❞

eventually   ,   amelia   pushed   herself   from   the   comfort   of   her   chair   ,   (   the   movement   alone   carried   its   own   familiar   ache   )   .   her   arms   stretched   overhead   for   a   moment   ,   easing   the   tension   from   weary   bones   ,   before   she   casually   rounded   the   desk   and   settled   against   it   .   (   knowingly   making   herself   the   bigger   person   in   the   exchange   )   .   ❝   .   .   .   truthfully   ,   mister   franklin   ,   i   would   prefer   it   if   i   did   not   see   you   again   .   you   are   rather   disruptive   to   my   .   .   .   peace   .   ❞   a   serpent   tongue   ,   angelic   features   ,   and   a   smile   so   few   could   resist   .

fingers   crossed   over   the   bridge   of   her   nose   ,   massaging   away   the   irritation   he   so   effortlessly   inspired   .   (   amelia   knew   precisely   what   he   was   doing   )   .   .   .   playing   against   time   ,   offering   jabs   and   annoyances   alike   in   an   attempt   to   wear   her   patience   thin   .   and   she   could   not   outrun   him   (   quite   literally   )   .   ❝   .   .   .   is   this   press   conference   ,   somehow   ,   your   attempt   at   warning   me   of   another   unfortunate   accident   ?   ❞

justifying elements completely out of his control, with a bright & shining grin. it's the same dance to a new song keeping him on his toes. the illusion of aloof heroics give him a flimsy stage, but one elevated just the same. he's content to find a platform in her distaste & climb it to cloud nine. his chest puffs out as he lifts his head to look at her with a feigned pout, "aw, that's a shame." dark eyes sparkle in betrayal of how much he enjoyed the small win.

independent & private writing blog for the televised character andre anderson, centered in the boys universe, written outside the established canon with respect.     duplicate friendly.    inspired by tropes like . . .   the magnetic personality, heroics underneath a fake candy shell, heart of gold with a silver tongue, and the legacy hero made new.

i've often wondered what it means to truly love someone. and then, i realized it's what i feel for you. it's a love that defies the limitations of the world, that remains steadfast even in the face of chaos.

even if the world lost its color, if hope faded into the night, my love for you wouldn't falter.

i don't think romance is real. i think love is real, but not romance.

romance fades. love is a different thing.

you are so lucky you weren't scheduled today.

hey, are you good?

did you get it back?

it's gone! i dropped it down a fucking drain. of all days...

today's been awful.

i'll see you at eight?

i can meet you early if you want. you don't have to be alone just to secure the spot.

don't come back here complaining.

for a very long time, i've tried to find the best way to tell you that you're the only person i've ever met with the same sense of humor as me.

okay, right off the bat, way too strong.

my feelings are strong.

i know i'm not gonna stop you.

dude, i love trivia night. it's all i have. i wake up every wednesday rock-hard thinking about trivia night.

you gotta take her somewhere else. you have to be clear about your intentions.

do you even try to flirt with her?

if she means this much to you, and i know she does, do it right.

are you serious?

you definitely didn't say fuck.

how do you know about the gun?

how many gunfights have you been in, [name]?

stop being an ass.

didn't you say you have a crazy story?

i'm saying no to being around bad, drunk singers when i just want to go home and sleep.

who's gonna sing salt-n-pepa with me?

don't let me forget, i got you something.

i might quit. i'm just not happy there.

i feel like i need to make a big change. i'm not feeling... love. i need my head in the right place to bring this to life.

i wanna write. the good, the bad, the ugly. real shit.

is that stupid?

is that all that's been bothering you?

you always go out of your way for me, and not just me, for everyone...

you said you had something for me?

why don't you come inside, and we can have a few drinks?

i know what you're trying to do.

i have never seen you act this way.

it's not your fault.

can we go, please?

i just can't sleep in my bed. i don't want to be alone.

it smells like you.

i'm sorry i was so weird earlier.

will you sleep with me?

please, i get in my head. i'll stare at the ceiling all night if i'm in here by myself.

given the circumstances... i needed this.

you kissed me!

can you lay with me?

what the fuck happened last night?

you wouldn't believe what a crazy night i had.

i seriously think she needs help.

i slept on the floor. she was freaking me out.

how am i supposed to get home then?

i want to be transparent with you abuout some things.

i know you like me, [name].

i've known you for so long, and i'm just now realizing i don't even know that much about you.

why are you giving it to me?

i love you so much. i don't think i could live without you.

i thought we were having a nice date?

you're cute when you sleep.

make a deal with me.

i am the happiest i've probably ever been.

i was waiting for you to come home.

i can get dressed and go with you.

no one on this earth will ever comprehend what it feels like to love someone as much as i love you.

can i stand outside?

do you like me?

can you tell me you love me?

i can be anything you want me to be.

i love you in every reality.

let's fuck, [name].

you wanted this, but i'm so glad you did.

you made a shitty wish, and you want to reverse it.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

i wish for a billion dollars.

why don't you love me?

you owe me that.

we can make this work baby.

this was a magical place where the butter was beautiful and i would solve mysteries of the universe and meet brilliant women, kindred spirits who would explore this brave new world with me.

my mother fainted, then called four people, then fainted again.

i hate you for this.

why are you in pain?

never listen to me. i'm nuts.

disgraceful.

i just want her to be happy. it's easier to be happy when you're pretty.

how long are you going to be doing this, running around at night, taking money from strangers like a schnorrer?

just because there is a door doesn’t mean you use it. a door does not represent infinite possibilities.

you’re not mad? or stunned? not even mildly bemused?

it’s downtown. if you have underwear on, you’re overdressed.

a starving artist never pays.

i have to go. i have to leave. you. i have to leave you.

i'm... i'm... i'm not happy.

nobody's happy. it's yom kippur!

practice a little. try it again when you feel more confident about the moves.

i thought my life was going to be something different. i thought i was going to be someone different.

did you ever think you were supposed to be something and you suddenly realize you’re not?

i’m a con now. i’ve got a rap sheet. i’m hard. i’m a hard, used woman.

is my hair gray? it feels gray.

look at all the people. they look so happy. are they high?

did you notice i’m not wearing my own shoes? i’m not. don’t know what happened, either. now I’m just a single, gray-haired ex-con drinking hooch and eating old nuts in someone else’s shoes.

tonight was an isolated incident. there are medications i can take to make sure that never happens again.

i don’t mind being alone. i just do not want to be insignificant.

you’re not my wife.

it’s a terrible, terrible job. it should not exist. like cancer, or god.

i’m not gonna say no to you. not after i saw what you’re capable of.

[name] probably loved that first wife of his, and then she went nuts and burned the house down.

you want a smack in the face?

oh, there was crying. so much crying. a good 40 to 50 minutes of crying.

please, just stop talking.

i’m not talking. you’re not talking, either. quiet’s nice sometimes...

it didn’t work. it’s nobody’s fault. xometimes these things happen, okay? people with the best of intentions just grow apart.

hmm, do i want some iced tea? let me think... fuck you.

first you stand me up. then you bataan death march me through buckingham palace. you make me hold your kid’s filthy hand, which means i probably got 14 different kinds of cholera right now.

are those two really your children or did we just break in and kidnap a couple kids?

for one moment, i said and did things that i’ve never done or said before. but that is all a complete blur to me now. i don’t know how i got there. I wouldn’t know how to get there again.

i am not a violent man, [name]. but if i were, i would take you up to my apartment and throw you out the window.

do you know why I’m not throwing you out this window? because my window is on a higher floor and i want to make sure it sticks.

no. you do not call me [name]. you call me nothing. you don’t talk to me or look at me. if you see me on the street, you will cross the street, whether or not there is a crosswalk present. your pedestrian safety is of no importance to me anymore.

it’s the bras, right? it’s the bras. and the girdles and the corsets, all designed to cut off the circulation to your brain. so, you walk around on the verge of passing out and you look at your husband and he tells you things and you just believe them!

i used to be delicate. i was delightful. i was a goddamn flower! i smelled like roses and the sunshine shone out of my ass.

i know i must seem a bit angry and deranged to you all right now... and i am.

i’ll admit, i would like to repeatedly kick every man here in the balls over the course of the next several hours. i won’t, though. i am still a lady. and a lady never kicks men repeatedly in the balls for more than 20, 30 minutes tops. because then her girdles start to draw blood.

worst part was the blood. it was everywhere. on the walls, on the floor. i mean, look at this! he was like a fire hydrant. and I love this top...

yeah, i called her and it was awful. i mean, i forgot my own name. how the hell does that happen?