@flagcape said: ❝ I’m headed to Europe tonight, Wanted to ask if you’d come. ❞
Her smile is a crack in the porcelain of her face. It feels just as fake as it is. But does he see it? Does he see how she has to force her lips to comply to curl upwards, when all she wants is to look at him with a twisted frown? Something that showcases the disgust she feels, like a feral reaction she can't shake when she sees him? She's trained herself for moments like this, you see. Trained her blood to stop rushing at an abnormal rate through her veins, trained her heart to stop skipping beats, trained the smell of fear out of her pores. Don't let her movie reviews on Rotten Tomato fool you-- Maeve is a good fucking actress.
Maybe that's just what happens when your whole life is a joke.
❛ You asking or you telling? ❜ She says, and hahafuckingha, she says it like she's in on the joke. Like she's game. She curses herself for being around him without a cigarette. She needs something she can crush between her fingers to avoid trying to wring his neck. She still isn't ready for that. Jesus Christ, she wants to be, though.
❛ No offense, but can't really see America's poster boy strolling the streets of Europe. Kind of goes against your whole gimmick, doesn't it? ❜
