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Worrying her bottom lip , Alyssa shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she stood in front of his hotel room door. There had been a show and she hadn’t found much time to speak to Finn during it. Smiling when the door opened , she raised her hands to show off a Lego set she had picked up , shaking it slightly. “ May I come in? “
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contact ——— ❪ my king 😈 ❫ 1:03 am ⟶ ‘ mm, probably. depends on how you want to get your “ benefit. ” ’ 1:03 am ⟶ ‘ if you’re only looking and admiring, maybe not. ’ 1:04 am ⟶ ‘ but if you plan on vile acts of a depraved sexual nature... absolutely. ’
❪ ♡ ❫ — @fightingcchance // continued — ♡ !!
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( mssg ------ demon king 👑 ): i went by a lego store today and it made me think of you. ( mssg ------ demon king 👑 ): i also bought one of those big sets... ( mssg ------ demon king 👑 ): so i just wanted to know if maybe you wanted to probably come over some day and help me with it?
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It felt so good to pick up a victory again. To take that humiliation that he’d been subjected to and turn it into something that the fans were going to remember. He’d been feeling amped long before the match when the facepaint was going on and that sensation hadn’t died after walking backstage with it all smudged up. It was a sign of a good match, a war well fought and won without much trouble on his part. Finn wanted to celebrate, so when he caught sight of a familiar friend he called out her name, well, sort of. “’Ey! Balboa! What ye doin’ after this?”
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It was chilly, that much Finn could tell from the way he could see his every breath in the air and feel his fingers tingling. But he wasn’t going to complain for a second, now when he’d been invited out by Alyssa to watch the stars. She’d gone out of her way to ask him, so he didn’t have the heart to tell her no. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked over at her, her face was illuminated ever so slightly by a nearby street lamp. It wasn’t easy to tell if she was as cold as him, even this close. “Ye like doin’ this? Just figured ye’d wanna stay inside when it’s like this.”
It was a chilly night, but Alyssa had been prepared. Head was pushed into a warm beanie, scarf around her mouth and nose area, and a nice pink wool coat tight around her. The night was absolutely stunning and the stars shone so brightly. It felt like the kind of night to stargaze with someone... with Finn. She really liked him and she really wanted to share this with him. “Yeah... I like looking at the stars. I like to get lost in them.” A shrug. “I don’t care that it’s cold. ...Do you? Oh, I should’ve mentioned the weather...”
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{ @fightingcchance } —— ✦
It was still a little odd — the idea that Finn Balor was his soulmate. The other man had just made his Raw debut ( and beaten Roman, which he was only a little bitter about ), and Roman was still waiting for the moment when everything changed. He’d met his soulmate, after all; the way people acted, it had led Roman to believe that it was something big and momentous and life-altering, but the only thing that had really changed at all had been that Roman now saw in color. Not that he minded — now that he could see in color, he could really appreciate certain sights that he’d never had much admiration for before, things that were underwhelming in monochrome but almost breathtaking with the full spectrum of hues visible now.
Maybe it was because they’d never really interacted, outside of their meeting and their time in the ring. There’d been something there, at least for Roman, when they’d had their match, a type of spark that made it hard to ignore that Finn really was his other half. Reason why he approached Finn after the show had ended, when his instinct was to isolate himself and sulk and replay the match over to figure out where it’d gone wrong, and offered a friendly nod, though his expression was reserved. ❝ That was a hell of a match, ❞ he remarked offhandedly, though there was a very pointed way that his eyes locked with Finn’s.
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{ TEXT → Alyssa || SENT } You sure about that? What brought this on? { TEXT → Alyssa || SENT } Not that I mind, I’m flattered.
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meme ( accepting ) // @dyingbrced for a pin out of desire
an extraordinary man who can do extraordinary things... if by ‘extraordinary,’ they mean ‘extraordinarily reckless’ or ‘extraordinarily stupid,’ then yeah — perhaps zero will be able to buy the nickname a little more readily. he’s well aware that the irishman has a tendency to resort to daredevil tactics in the ring, but to resort to something like THIS? not many people dare to set foot anywhere near the indivisible one, let alone manhandle him in such a forthright manner. but maybe dear ol’ finn will get a high reward for pulling off such a high risk ( that, or his death wish will more than likely be granted; whatever comes first ).
back flush against the wall, zero is suddenly all too aware of what little space there is between them. with bálor’s arms caging him in, there’s hardly any room to escape. feet have already dissolved into inches, and at the rate he’s going, they’ll become centimeters in no time at all. strangely enough, zero’s not entirely sure if he minds.
“you waste no time at all, eh?” japanese falls out first, kansai-ben in full swing, before he gradually eases himself into english. ( the arrogance has yet to leave his tone, though. ) “demon king... you must be out of your mind.” and yet, his eyes don’t drift far from the ice-blue stare of his adversary. tattooed fingers dance with careful consideration over the solid expanse of his chest, testing the waters on his own time. he doesn’t guide him any closer, but he sure as hell doesn’t push him away. “are you always so confident that you will get what you want... whenever you want?”
