#allrevved

He steals her away from a conversation with some of the others, sauntering up behind her to take her hand and pull her over to him so that they can dance to the slow song that’s playing. And then, because he is who he is, he feigns contrition. “Sorry-- you weren’t talking about anything important, were you...?”

       she is no stranger to hardship,          but  the  sight  of  the  young  man,  and  young  he  is,  busking  on  the  street  reminds  jenna  of  how  lucky  she  is  despite  all  the  problems  she  has.   tentatively,  the  waitress  roots  around  in  her  apron,  and  pulls  out  what  earl  won’t  miss   -   a  dollar  or  two  at  the  most  -  to  place  in  the  tip  container.  the   GUILT   that  comes  with  not  being  able  to  help  further  prompts  a  compliment.    “  -  you’re  very  good !  “

❝    uhm. . .   alright,   ❞       the words leave his mouth before he even realizes what he’s agreed to.      vanveeteren’s head,   quite frankly,   is still fucking spinning from their collective visit to the eigth circle of hell courtesy of falco.     he’s not in his right mind enough to be agreeing to much of anything,   but because it’s goddesilla,   he says   alright   almost immediately.    in another trick of time,   her fingers are deftly twining around his,   her apparent strength pulling him across the deep end towards where ledoux is attempting to wrangle strat and raven into what some may call a rather premature celebration.      

this is something he’s wanted for. . .   forever,   right?      to dance with her,   to have the fucking courage to let those closely - guarded inhibitions of his fall and just enjoy himself.    the latter he’s never done without the influence of drugs,   but the adrenaline rush of simply being alive after nearly having the soul shocked out of him is rivaling cocaine at the moment.     vanveeteren allows goddesilla to have something he’s never offered up to anyone before:   control.    she takes the lead from the moment the music starts,   and he watches her,   ravishing the way her body moves along with the fact that her hand always finds a way back to his.     the question that he expects to crop up   (  WHY ME?  )   doesn’t.     instead,   his focus falls on making sure he doesn’t step on her feet,   on making sure he remembers all the words to the song they’re belting. 

     one of the questions he gets                 asked  the  most  in  interviews  is  if  the  competition  makes  him  anxious.    kace  has  never  been  an  outwardly  cocky  person,  but  it’s  hard  not  to  laugh  in  response  when  he’s  practically  bringing  in  half  the  high  ratings  singlehandedly.   the  other  half  of  the  ratings  however,  comes  from  ella.   ella,  who  he’s  asked  about  in  interviews  even  more  so  than  he  is  his  nerves.   he’s  told  to  play  up  their  rivalry  as  much  as  he  can  while  the  cameras  are  rolling    (  the fans just love the drama;  the thrill of their fabricated personal lives  ),    but  said  cameras  have  been  turned  off  for  the  night.    this  means  there’s  no  need  for  some  phony  rivalry  as  he  finds  her  in  the  house’s  grand  kitchen.   no,  this  rivalry  will  be  entirely   REAL.

I DONT GIVE A YIKE.    ;   SELECTIVELY  ACCEPTING!   ;   @allrevved

      her phrasing is just as strange                   as  they  are.    trapped  in  limbo,  kiesel  doesn’t  know  how  to  take  her  comment.   they’re  currently  laying  somewhere  secluded,  away  from  the  normal  hustle  and  bustle  of  the  deep  end.   kiesel  has  yet  to  find  any  of  his  clothes  and  refrains  from  looking  because  doing  so  would  mean  disturbing  liberty.   she  seems  so  comfortable,  he  thinks.   she  would   HAVE   to  feel  comfortable  in  order  to  say  something  like  that.   this  isn’t  the  first  time  they’ve  ended  up  like  this,  and  with  how  often  it’s  happening,  he  guesses  he  shouldn’t  be  surprised  that  she’s  bringing  up  something  more  serious  than  fuck  buddies.   still,  kiesel  doesn’t  understand  how  she  can  skate  so  gracefully  from  one  feeling  to  another.   can  she  not  read  the  confusion  on  his  face  ?     the  slight  distance  in  his  eyes  as  he  turns  his  gaze  skyward  ?