#archibalds

" oh, yay me! yay me! " she claps and jumps up and down. face falls into sarcasm as a flat, annoyed affect appears. veronica becomes cross and bitter. HOW DARE HE REDUCE HER DOWN TO SOME SOLELY BOY - DRIVEN WOMAN! ... maybe this one time she was. " i suppose the prize is you, archibald andrews? " a scoff, he must have loved the way she rolled her eyes with how often it occurred. " i always win. this isn't shocking news. " a momentary pause, something for veronica's dramatic appeal, " who would have thought pushing our dear, sweet elizabeth into the arms of the serpent prince was all it took for you to completely fawn over me. " arms interlock together, " i think a new guitar will fix that broken heart. " AND MAYBE BUYING HERSELF A NEW CARTIER RING IN CONGRATULATORY CELEBRATIONS.

OH, HE MADE HER FEEL LIKE A TEENAGER IN LOVE. how dreadful to be in such a love triangle. the tabloids catching the simplest glimpse of their complicated situationship. betty, archie and veronica were a trope that was needing to be squashed. SOMEHOW, THE MARQUESA LIVED FOR THE THRILL. the temptation, the idea of this push and pull. DOES HE WANT HER OR DOES HE WANT? the toxicness was coming out to play and what could vero say, sometimes she was no better than a man. JUST KIDDING, HER STATUS QUO WILL ALWAYS BE OUTMATCHED TO THE MALE GAZE.